My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 4390 5.0142 Entering a dream (3)

Arbor struggling for two days, never detached from this state of soul, and was slightly worried for a moment.

What is this scenario?

If it was in a dream, she looked like a bystander, floating around behind her.

If it wasn't in a dream, everything in front of me seems too realistic.

The sun rises and sunsets, autumn and winter.

After counting the days, she seemed to have been with her predecessor for four months.

In the past four months, how hard it was for her to witness her former life again.

Watching her walk down the ground, couldn't stop exercising, stumbled and fell again and again, and stood up and fell.

Until now, she has been able to move steadily.

Wan Nianzhu is in the predecessor, as if it is not as good as this life.

Qiao Mu secretly: It is probably the seal of Zhuozhu. In the previous life, it was only torn apart a little, and there was not much power flowing out.

Where is she like in this life? When Zhu Zhu was fighting the black dragon under the sea forgotten, the seal was completely broken!

"Hey hey, look here and here, where are your eyes?" The clear voice of the young man suddenly sounded at the gate of the courtyard.

Qiaomu turned his head, and saw that the young man in black dressed by the stupid dragon was standing in front of the gate of the pavilion, under a pear tree that had not bloomed for a long time, and his eyes were bent and smiled.

The former student looked at him expressionlessly, his long hair spread out, and the cold wind flew slightly, and Su Xue was lightly dressed, and his eyes were smooth.

Qiaomu had a look at it for a while.

[This mirror-like feeling is so weird. 】

[Looking at her is like seeing my own face slumped. 】

Qiaomu reached out his hand subconsciously and touched his little face.

[It turned out that I was a human for two lives. Have I been paralyzed for two lives? 】

"But this is your sword?" He ran forward and rushed to her with a seemingly old purple-black sword.

Although the ex-life limbs recovered fine, such a heavy sword was obviously unaffordable.

then……

Qiaomu saw that the sword slammed from her arms and fell to the ground, smashing into the mud.

Zixiao Leilong poked his mouth, bent down, picked up the sword, patted the dirt hard, and whispered, "You girl, what do you do with such a heavy sword?"

Qiaomu floated in front of them, reaching out to touch his sabre, with a touch of nostalgia in his eyes.

This sword was once pulled from the dead body.

In the previous life, she has always been by her side, slashing thorns and killing countless corpses, although in the end, she has been too blunt to cut anything, but it is still her thoughts.

Everything has changed so much in this life, even if she tried to find it with all her heart, I'm afraid it was impossible.

Therefore, she never thought about looking for it from the beginning.

Some things, some things, remembered in your heart is enough to be relieved, you do not need to seek perfection in everything.

"Here." The boy shoved the sword into her arms. "Such a heavy sword, let the refiner help you make it again in the future."

"No need."

Zixiao Leilong blinked and suddenly jumped up, "Are you talking to me?"

Oh, it ’s God ’s eye-opener today?

You know, the owner asked him to protect this paralyzed face. He usually walked around the yard without any incident. He didn't know how much he had said to her, and she never responded.

Many times, teenagers are autistic.

"Dumbfounded, the iron tree blossoms."

(End of this chapter)