Chapter 826

The East China Sea.

The moon is dim and cold, and the breeze is not dry.

The Royal Palace of chimaera is still brightly lit and full of excitement. It looks very lively.

Today, it is the birthday of the East China Sea Shark emperor. The leaders of various branches of the demon clan gathered together, and even the demon emperor also personally joined in an endless stream.

And take advantage of this period of demon temple without waves of days, demon God and demon queen also personally visited the East China Sea.

For a moment, the whole East China Sea was bustling with people. Even the Terrans and demons came, and many guests wanted to see the demon God and queen.

In this regard, the Dragon King, who has just succeeded the demon emperor, scoffs and says: "when someone is born, what will he do to win the limelight?"

However, although he said so, he went to meet the demon God with a cold face.

After hundreds of years of precipitation, we can no longer see the war and killing everywhere that we used to see. We can see the harmony and peace.

Prosperous times, so it is.

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Shark palace, bedroom.

Light push open the door, Gu mianmo holding a white skirt woman, slowly into the inner hall.

Her pretty little face flushed, unconscious nest in his arms, pulling his sleeve, mouth is still murmuring something.

Gu Mian Mo dropped his eyes and looked at the sleeping woman in his arms. His lips were slightly crooked and his eyes showed a trace of doting.

"Daddy." The little girl's eyes were clear and said, "mother, she seems to be drunk again."

Gu Mu nodded slightly and sighed helplessly.

Obviously, he is not good at drinking, but he is so confident. He has been used to his mother's operation for a long time.

In turn, Gu Mian Mo slightly looked sideways, hooked his lips and said with a smile, "Mumu, take my sister to have a rest earlier."

It's a mild understatement.

"I see." Gu Mu nodded gently, "nian'er, let's go."

Don't disturb the "purity" of father and mother.

The little girl followed her brother. She went out and whispered, "brother, how do I feel that we are redundant?"

Gu Mumu sighed: "it is. Let's go."

The dialogue between two brothers and sisters make complaints about Tucao.

Fortunately, they are getting used to it.

The room is full of candlelight and sandalwood. It's the same as it was 500 years ago. It hasn't even moved its furnishings. It's just cleaned clean in advance.

This bedroom, however, carries many of their memories.

Gu Mian Mo wants to put Mo Qingge on the bed. Just as she is about to let go, she grabs her sleeve tightly: "Uncle Huang..."

"Gee, uncle Huang will pour you a glass of water first."

Mo Qingge gets up, his sight is shaky, his consciousness is confused, but he holds his neck and refuses to let go.

He said faintly, "well, no..."

She hooked Gu mianmo's neck and kisses his cheek, corner of his eyes and lips with cherry lips.

Every touch of skin seems to stir his heart.

"Song er..."

This girl, as before, as long as she gets drunk, she will become a hooligan.

But he likes it.

Mo Qingge raised her eyes and looked into his eyes. She couldn't help curving her eyes: "Uncle Huang, you look so beautiful. It's just... How can you always shake around? I can't tell whether it's true or not. "

Gu Mo hugs her shoulder and kisses her lips.

Warm, straight from the corner of the lip to the tip of the heart.

His voice, low and magnetic: "is it clear?"

Mo Qingge was stunned, and his thoughts were broken for a moment. He was in his arms, and his tone was a little floating: "it's true, not a dream."

Light voice, but it sounds inexplicably sentimental.

"Uncle Huang, do you know?" In a daze, she said, "in the past two hundred years, Ge'er often has such a dream. In the dream, you also hold me like this. It's very warm, but... But Ge'er can't catch it every time. Whenever she wakes up and doesn't see you, she will cry for a long time..."

A line of clear tears, then trickle down.

These words hurt his heart immediately.

It's hard for him to imagine how Ge'er spent these two hundred years.

Gu Mian Mo raised her hand and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her voice was gentle: "no more crying."

When the little girl cried, his heart would break.

In turn, Mo Qingge smiles again: "but this is good, because you really come back, Ge'er will never have to dream every day to find you."

Smiling face, but with a trace of tears.

"Uncle Huang, this time, no matter what happens, don't let go of Ge'er's hand, OK?"

There was a sort of supplication in her faint voice.

She really didn't want to experience the same separation and reunion again.

"Good."

Gu Mian, Mo Chong, answered with a word, and then kisses her forehead

"From now on, uncle Huang just wants to keep singing all his life."

This time, holding her hand, is the white head.

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Late at night, the clouds are dark and the wind is clear.

Gu Mian Mo opened his eyes slowly, and his mind was pulled back from the dream.

He nodded, looked at the sleeping woman beside him, gently hooked her lips and drew her to his arms.

Mo Qingge's little mouth smacked gently and drilled into his arms. His little hand still hung around his neck, turned around and fell asleep more soundly.