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Mu Mu Mu gently pressed his shaking knees and calves as he inquired.

"Mm …"

"Xuan, don't be afraid. "I said that I would protect Xuan, protect the angels …"

As he spoke, he found two pieces of wood and pulled on them. He opened his sleeve, tore off strips of cloth, and fixed the splint. He tightened it without hurting the wound, carefully wrapping it in loops and finally tying it into a cute bow.

"This is the most beautiful butterfly knot I've ever seen in my life …"

Scintillating, smiling, in this dark deep valley fog rose up into a dazzling light, gentle and cool, yet also filled with extreme gentleness.

Mu Mu looked at Xuan's dirty blood clot. On his hair, there was a withered little wild flower. It had three petals, and they were purple in color. She was yellow and gave off a faint fragrance.

He reached his hand out and took it down, then came in front of Xuan, laughing along, "This is the first time in my life that I've seen a flower on your head … "So cute …"

"Hehe, are they really cute? "I'm flattered."

Xuan, he blinked.

"Hehe, of course …"

Wood and wood also blinked.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the two of them looked at each other and laughed, causing the birds in the field to flap their wings and fly into the air. A few gorgeous butterflies flew in the air, sprinkling glittering powder and dancing; a cluster of pink-white dandelions fluttered the snow-white umbrellas and scattered the seeds of hope everywhere …

"Wood, do you want to hear a song? "I'll make a song for you on the spot …"

Xuan Wu gazed at the golden hue in front of him. It was a hazy, smiling scene, bright and clear like a gem soaking in a gushing spring.

"Sure, sure."

Xuan's special voice had always been the best sleeping medicine.

"..."

I like you to be silent, like the wings of a bird, spinning in the most graceful arc.

When you listen from afar, my wings are the sound of nature, the sound of the babble.

I like you are quiet, like in the flowers play with the butterfly, dancing along the way.

When I stop at your arm, please don't be surprised, and don't be shy, because I'm used to staring at you.

I like you to be silent, the silent watch, like the brightest star in the night, bright and devout.

The white dandelion floating in the grass is my incarnation, endless, sowing the seeds of love.

I like you to be silent, just like this moment, without words, without action, without dodging.

As long as it was a kind of heart, a look, a smile...

I would feel very happy, very happy, very happy...

"I like it when you're quiet …"

Yes, all the beautiful songs in the world could not compare to Xuan's original sincerity. None of the beautiful voices in the world could compare to Xuan's unique, clear and pure voice. None of the people in this world could compare to their own happiness.

(All the songs and melodies in the novel should be reproduced by me, so please do not reproduce them or misappropriate them.)

Wooden wood, he suddenly felt his heart fill up with a sense of abundance. The sense of fullness, the existence of reality, the emotions of reality, the lack of fear and hesitation, the tightly-knit nerves, the music of emptiness finally relaxed and made her want to sleep …

Xuan, looking at her tiredness from falling asleep with her head tilted, but her hands still tightly wrapped around him, as if she was facing a great enemy and would face death at any moment, the corner of her mouth curled up into a bitter smile. She muttered to herself, "Silly girl … I am not an angel, you are. It's just like you said, Angels are meant to protect, so let me guard you tonight … "

As he finished speaking, he gently moved the wooden head over and leaned on his own arm. The setting sun froze for a moment.

The most beautiful picture in the world is not a toast to celebrate; it is a cuddle in misery.

In his dreams, Mu Mu dreamt of Zuo En's sunglasses again. He sat on the edge of the bed with a lonely and haggard face as he told her, "Hua Chi, where did you run off to?" Come back and make my pillow. If you don't want to die, hurry up and come back, five minutes late, one year longer...

Wow, that guy was two days late. It was a few minutes …

555555... I will never be able to turn over my body again...

Clear and bright, the cry of a bird.

The two of them supported each other and explored together, as to how to escape the deep valley.

In front of him was a low-lying swamp, black and yellow. There were colorful quagmire, weeds and plants floating on the yellow mud puddle, mosquitoes and flies crawling about, and mountains of remains of animals …

It was simply unbearable to look at, and an unbearably foul stench was drifting all around …

One could even feel their stomach aching upon smelling it!

A careful examination of the terrain revealed that only the marsh was the only way out of the valley.

Therefore, she looked at Xuan, squatted down, and said, "Xuan, I'll carry you over later. Remember, no matter what happens, don't let go …"

Xuan, he lowered his eyelids, and his entire face sank into deep thought. The corner of his mouth slightly lifted: "Wood, in your eyes, do I really have nothing good to do?"

"No, Xuan. In my eyes, you have always been like an angel. What's more, you're injured …"

Mu Mu wanted to continue persuading him, but Xuan interrupted him: "If I were an angel, then you …"

"Me? At most, I am just a weed, a weed with tenacious vitality, the kind that grows back in the spring! So, Xuan, please believe in the vitality of the weeds! "Believe me …"

When she thought of the nickname "Weeds" that Meryl and Liu Yanyan had given her, the wood felt a bit tough.

Xuan, he looked at the wood with a funny expression, amused by her tone. There was no girl in this world that would compare themselves to grass.

On second thought, though, it really did look like it. Yes, it could not be crushed; yes, it could not be trampled to death; yes, it could not be burned.

Not only would it not collapse, it would never die. It would never burn, and it would only grow longer and longer, more and more verdant!