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Chapter 132 Only for the rest of my life(3/3)

Feng Rugu couldn't help but pinch his good son's face.

Ruyi tried to change the topic: "Wouldn't you feel tired of looking at such a house?"

"I'm so annoying." Feng Rugu said the truth, "But this is the home drawn by you and me. Without your consent, how can I modify it?"

The morning light shone on the two of them, urging a faint love to surge indoors.

When they were hit by the gradually rising waves, the two spoke almost at the same time.

"I have something to do."

"You have something to do."

After saying that, Feng Rugu laughed softly, held Ruyi's back and gently pressed his forehead.

Without further ado, he turned over and got out of bed, pushed open the door, walked through the flowers and bamboos, and found the man.

The man named "Shi Shujing" was still standing beside a cluster of thin bamboos.

A butterfly stopped on his shoulder, and he ignored it calmly, as if a grain of dust fell on his shoulder.

Feng Rugu did what he had always wanted to do since the beginning.

——When in Jianchuan, the swordsman Tang looked at him through the fog that was falling into his heart through the cold.

Now, he pulled off the red veil that covered his face and watched quietly.

Although he was prepared in his heart, Feng Rugu couldn't help but close his eyes when he saw the familiar face clearly.

He held the red veil that was flying with the wind, closed his eyes and murmured: "It's you."

Tang Daoke is a person who can understand Wen Chen's temperament.

He is a person who knows many things in the "remaining world".

He is a person who knows the secrets of the Seven Flower Seal.

He is the one who can pretend to be Senior Brother Chang with the art of moving his face to force him to bloom.

It is a person who has the ability to use a series of open plots to build a dead end that he cannot escape.

Even though Feng Ruju tried every means to convince himself, there would really be no one else except that person.

...The senior brother Han, who can pick up butterflies and smile, is gone.

Han Jing wanted to lean down and bow: "It's me."

"Get up!" Feng Rugu grabbed his front and refused to kneel down, "Why?"
Chapter completed!
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