Kou Qiu felt that this cub seemed to be the same as those before.

Why do you feel like you can't wait to sell him?

He sat in the room, looked around and finally took out a military book from the table and read it. Qiu Lie still had business to do. When he returned to the room, he only saw a candlelight. A layer of orange light flowed on the side of the young man's face, as if it was a bright color produced by shame.

I couldn't help but feel dizzy.

The young man took the lead in paying attention to him, turned his head and smiled, "General."

General Qiu nodded, sat beside him, and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

Kou Qiu showed the cover of the book with him, thought about it, and then put it down, "Is there any book here that teaches people how to do business?"

Qiu Lie's eyes were not blinking at him, as if he had a deep pool: "Doing business?"

The system boy said honestly: [Vinegar.]

These days, its jealousy has never faded.

Unlike old fathers like Kou Qiu, Qiu Lie in these past lives is not a gentle personality. Even when he treated the water kids he made, he would take a few of them without any pity and throw them out of the door, so as not to disturb his relationship with Kou Qiu.

Only when the system is with Kou Qiu day and night can you get a little gentleness.

My dad is a good dad.

But now, he is no longer his father and husband.

The little fan system is in pain.

But now, it is no longer bitter. It has found the right path to revolution.

They can just sell the host to their father and husband, but they can let the host deliver it to their own door.

Which one is better?

There is no doubt that of course it is myself!

The system fan calmly clenched his fists in his heart, but pretended to be very generous and even acted cute. [Anyway, I will always be the number one little cutie in the world with my dad.]

Kou Qiu chuckled and said: [Yes, yes, yes.]

You said yes, right?

After hearing this, he placed the broken silver on the table, and then stood up and left the teahouse without disturbing anyone. He stood outside the door and tidied up the curtains on his head and looked at the snow falling from the sky.

The snow was like pulling cotton and pulling thighs, getting heavier and heavier.

When he saw it, he was covered with a layer of snow-white. Kou Qiu walked away from the street, leaving two long rows of footprints. He was getting a little fun from it, but suddenly he heard a few crying sounds. When he turned his head to look, he was the leading signs of the flower building next to him, covering his face with his hands and slowly passing towards the direction of Nanfeng Pavilion.

Kou Qiu was a little surprised, thought for a while, and stopped several people.

"I don't know what happened?"

There is no use in the Huajie Liuxiang. The top players saw Kou Qiu and then raised the hibiscus face with tears and said, "Boss Liu."

Kou Qiu frowned even more.

"You're afraid you don't know yet," the woman in the lead said in tears, "Langyue is gone."

The word "left unexpectedly" was stunned when Kou Qiu heard it.

"Leave?"

"He couldn't refuse yesterday and went to accompany King Duan," a thin layer of tears blew in the beautiful eyes of the top card. "In just one day and one night, I walked in and carried it out..."

She couldn't say the rest of her words.

Fu Xiao could escape, but Lang Yue could not escape.

Kou Qiu's head suddenly became trunk. He remembered that when he went out to the street with him to watch the army still on the way, Lang Yue, who was still gentle and elegant, even his head was a little dizzy. He hurried back and saw that there was a miserable cloud in front of the house next to him. Even Han Ping and the others stood in front of the door and cried. Tenglong changed into a gorgeous dress, and stood beside him with a pale face, but he was stunned, but a tear had never fallen.

However, even if a young prostitute went there, it did not cause much noise. He didn't even have any memorial service. The madam gave him a coffin roughly, put him in, and found a post to bury him. Lang Yue was gentle in character, made many friends, and many people came to send him off. These names - prostitutes and young prostitutes stood in the snow, and even ignored the snow's clothes wet, and looked silently at the coffin being carried out by two servants.

A man who was so bright and peaceful during his lifetime is now put into this small coffin, silent and silent.

Kou Qiu went to the funeral with him.

Almost all the people in the Nanfeng Pavilion went together, but the swallowing dragon disappeared. Han Ping was not surprised, and on the way back, he couldn't help but sigh softly.

"The Dragon Swallowing and the Moon are the best," he whispered, "I'm afraid I can't accept it. I'm dead, like snow falling on the ground, without a sound."

His eyes looked at the snow and spoke again after a long time.

"Dad, you said, when will we die?"

Kou Qiu heard the meaning of the things in his mouth hurting him, and his lips lost and his teeth were cold.

He couldn't help but remain silent for a long time.

Life or death, such major events and the shock brought by people cannot be resolved in a moment. It seems that what is not related to you at all is now roughly pulled over by this hand, showing it to you naked, and telling you that you will eventually be one of the loess.

After returning, Kou Qiu searched in the museum for a long time before finding the figure of Swallowing Dragon.

He stood on the top porch, his hair flying by the cold wind, and several wine jars were already lying around him. It was not until he saw Kou Qiu that he raised his glass drunk, and the corners of his lips were dyed with the wine.

"Dad...Dad." He said vaguely, "Do you want a drink?"

Kou Qiu hesitated for a while before slowly passing by.

"Dragon Swallowing?"

The dragon's eyes seemed to be open and it was obvious that it was already confused, but it turned into the mouth of the wine jar again.

"I said it back then," he said vaguely, "I said I would redeem it together..."

He stared at the snow outside and murmured, "But why did he leave suddenly?"

Kou Qiu didn't know what he should say for a moment, so he had to sit next to him, hugged his knees and said nothing.

The system boy said: [He is drunk.]

He was indeed drunk.

Swallowing Dragon gestured to Kou Qiu and showed it to him, "When we first met, he was so tall! He was still a little brat!"

He laughed, as if he had forgotten that he was also a little brat at that time.

Before I knew it, the laughter slowly lowered.

"But today - he is younger than that time. He just lay on his side, lying inside..."

Kou Qiu closed his eyes.

He didn't say anything more comforting and said directly: "Don Dragon, do you want to be a good person?"

The wine jar in Tunlong's hand was almost unsteady, so he hugged it, then raised his drunken eyes and looked at him with a sneer.

"Don't lie to me," he said incisively, "that man before also said he wanted to redeem me-"

"I don't need to redeem you," Kou Qiu turned his head and met his eyes, "I am the boss here."

When the young man heard this, he opened his mouth blankly. After a long time, he seemed to have reacted and started to laugh again.

"right."

Kou Qiu softened his voice, "What do you think you want to do after you become a good person?"

After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly stretched out his hand and said proudly: "I have a unique skill!"

Kou Qiu was a little curious.

A moment later, Tunlong performed his unique skills to his father. He dipped in wine, his fingers were not stopped, and he wrote lines of words on the ground. Kou Qiutan looked at his head for a long time, and the more he looked, the more familiar he looked, and his face gradually became strange.

"...But there was a thunderbolt sound at that time, and a furry beast came out of the grass and trees, with sharp ears and round body, and was so scared by the thunder that he was trembling?"

Why does this sound so familiar?

Tunlong was still saying: "The storytellers say that I wrote well this time!"

system:【......】

It thought to himself, my second brother is afraid he is not stupid, right?

The protagonist in your little book is standing in front of you, and you still have to poke the tire yourself. What is this operation?

Do you have to do something big?

The silly second brother was still complacent, "It's sold so well!"

Furry animal - Shengban Kou Qiu: "..."

Good, really good.

He slowly aroused a kind smile.

The author has something to say:                                                            

System: Actually, my worlds have always been carrying forward my strengths, and I asked to send my father to my door...

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Thank you for taking off my pants and the grenades of the bean curd ~

Writing about furry, I suddenly want to open catnip and the cat owner in the next world (slump)
Chapter completed!