Lord of End of World

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The young and the poor hurriedly hid in the ‘washroom’ that the man said, and closed the door with his backhand. He turned his head and saw the porcelain white crystal and the magnificent decoration. There was a feeling of being mistaken into the fairyland. He immediately realized that he was no longer in the underground palace.

For the young and the poor who have been imprisoned for 16 years, as long as they can get away from the dark, cold and wet prison, no matter where they are, they are like heaven.

With bare feet, he slowly walked to the washstand and touched the delicate and smooth porcelain pot under his hand. He smiled slightly, and a pair of round cats bent into a crescent shape.

Waiting for him to look up, facing the mercury mirror inlaid in front of the washstand, I saw the figure of Gong Lijun reflected inside. Immediately after the shock, I stepped back a few steps, made a defensive posture, and reflected the internal force, ready to fight back at any time. This person is a weird, long-haired hair, and can appear silently in the window away from home. It must be a generation of martial arts.

However, it is not good to run internal forces. This operation, the young and the poor are only amazed. The internal force of his dantian is almost exhausted, and only a trace of it can be mobilized. It is difficult to defend himself.

The heart is screaming, but the little ones are not exposed on the main face. They only stare at the young people in front of them, trying to find out the flaws and fighting for themselves. I finally got out of the underground palace, I can feel the warmth and warmth of the spring and the wind, and I can smell the fragrance of flowers. The wood is full of sorrow, he must live! Live well!

The teenager who suddenly appeared oppositely also stepped back a few steps, posing exactly the same as him, staring at him without action. The two men were deadlocked for a while. The young and the poor saw that there was no murder in the eyes of the other side, and there was no active attack. They slightly removed the defense and handed over the martial arts. "There is no malice underneath, and it will not ask your intentions, nor will it hinder things. You don't have to be entangled with it."

As soon as he spoke and shook his hand, the young boy in the opposite guard also spoke at the same time, and his movements were no different from him. The little master looked in his eyes and frowned slightly. The teenager behind the opposite window also showed the same expression.

The younger and the younger are more brilliant, seeing the reaction of the opposite person, and immediately some kind of speculation emerges in my heart.

He pressed the heart of the surprise, slowly, step by step toward the teenager. The opposite boy gradually approached him. The younger and the younger reach out, and the young boy also reached out. The palms of the two men were attached but did not convey the warm and soft touch of the human body, but it was smooth and cold.

It turned out that it was not a hole-opening window, but a mirror with extremely clear images! In other words, this strange boy who suddenly appeared is not someone else, it is the little and the young master!

Realizing this, it seems to trigger a certain kind of institution, the memory that was originally lurking in Gong Lijun’s head is like a mountain torrent. He hugged his head, a painful sigh, panic in the middle of the footsteps, and reached out to grab the switch between the shower head, the cold tap water poured on him, instantly soaked the clothes.

The young and the poor fell into the bathtub, squatting, twisting their long legs, and buried their heads between their knees, waiting for the violent pain to fade. While enduring his headache, he digested the huge memory of Gong Lijun and finally realized that he was no longer the original lord of the palace, but attached to others. This situation is exactly what the singer said. 'Returning the corpse'.

However, the recollection of the corpse is not the most unexpected. What shocked him is that when he was running internal forces, he found that the boy named Gong Lijun was as pure and yin as he was, not only the body of pure Yin, but also It has a reversal of meridians that has only one year. No wonder this young man looks so feminine and delicate. If you use this body to cultivate the 'Yinyin's power,' he will no longer need to absorb the Yuanyang of those stoves, and the cultivation speed will be several times that of the past!

Thinking of this cut, Gong Lijun's memory has been completely absorbed by the young and the poor, and the feeling of splitting the headache has gradually subsided. Little and young masters opened their lips and laughed out loudly. They were pleased to realize that they are no longer the home of Xiaolin’s cultivation of anti-magnetism. There is no such thing as a homeless school in the world. Hard training martial arts struggle to survive.

"Oh ~ so very good!" Little Master, no, it should be Gong Lizhen whispered in a low voice, can't say that it is a little more confused or more peace of mind, can only bury his head, hold his knees tightly, calm his ups and downs mood.

"Gong Lizhen, what's wrong with you? Is it not uncomfortable?"

Seeing that the teenager has not been out for a long time, Song Haoran went to the door and called for many times and did not get a response. He was worried about the inexplicable, and had to push the door to check it out. I found that the little teenager didn't even take off his clothes. He curled up in the corner of the bathtub, and the water flow washed away. He couldn't tell the pity. He was very tight and asked quickly.

"Song... Big Brother? I'm fine." Slightly looked up and looked at the man who looked forward to Ying Ting, Gong Lijun's hesitant opening, and searched his mind for his memory.

This person is a subordinate of Gong Lijun, the father of Gong Lijun, named Song Haoran. The Song family from the military army in Kyoto was rejected by the new owner, his second uncle, because of his father's death. He was far from the border of the C country.

Song Haoran’s father has the gift of Gong Yuanhang, and the two are the life and death. Gong Yuanhang was afraid that Song Haoran was persecuted by his second uncle, and he took the risk of offending the Song family and took him to the side and concentrated on cultivation. Today, Song Haoran is only twenty-six years old, but with his own efforts and the support of Gong Yuanhang, he sat in the high position of Major General. It is also the only candidate for Gong Yuanhang to inherit his head of the A provincial military region.

This person is very close to the Gong family. Although he often stays in the army, he has his own room in the Gong family. When there is no task, he will return to the Gong family to live. Gong Yuanhang suddenly treated him as his own son.

The original Gong Lijun was extremely disgusted with Song Haoran who took his father's love. He almost never talked to Song Haoran all the year round. As the head of the military region, Gong Yuanhang is also an army style at home. He is very strict with his weak and sensitive son. Gong Lizhen is more than awesome and intimate. Gong Liyi’s sister, Gong Xiangyi, is lively and kind, and cares for him. However, he is nine years old, and the generation gap is serious. The two brothers and sisters are born by Gong Yuanhang, two brothers. Although they are half-brothers, they are in the blood. It is not easy to be intimate. In addition, when Gong Lizhen was ten years old, his mother died of illness, and since then he has become more taciturn and arrogant.

In Gong's family, Gong Lizhen is a transparent existence. He does not like to be close to others, but also refuses to be close to others. Like now, it is soft and soft, and it is called "Song Big Brother", which is still a waste of time for Song Haoran. Suffered.

Young and thin white shirts have already been soaked, faintly showing the flesh color underneath. Two red sakura on the chest stood up by the cold water, and the pink, tender, twitching, and sultry. A pair of large and round cats are soaked in water, and the long, curled eyelashes are stained with a few drops of water, which is particularly pleasing to the eye. In addition, he sent out, such as the beast lost in the soft call of the jungle, this scene, beautiful dizziness.

Song Haoran was so dark that he couldn’t dare to look at the boy in the bathtub like a fairy of water. He had to open his eyes and squat in the same place.

The showerhead was always wide open, and the cold water continued to wash the youngster's back, causing numerous crystal droplets to fall on Song Haoran's arm that rolled up his sleeves, making him feel cool.

"Damn, just take a cold shower after the effect of the drug. Do you want to get sick?" Song Haoran frowned, only to find that the boy's face was extremely pale, apparently frozen, and the stern was sternly asked. Pull the big towel on the bath rack, wrap the boy, squat out of the bathroom, and gently put it on the bed.

As for the point of incitement, Song Haoran naturally ignores the past. The juvenile looks like a male and female. In the face of this kind of scenery, anyone who comes will be impressed. After all, the heart of beauty is there. He is a natural martyrdom.

"Thank you Song Big Brother." Although the man's tone is severe, but the concern in the words Gong Lizhen still can be heard. There are family members, friends, and some people who care about themselves. This feeling is sweeter than the first time I ate sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. Gong Li’s clever thankfulness, a pair of big eyes and a slight bend, the expression can not tell the cute.

Song Haoran’s heart sprouted again, and unconsciously softened his voice and sighed, “No thanks, don’t toss yourself this way.”

He said that he picked up the corner of the bath towel, wiped the hair that dripped the water for the teenager, and saw the wet shirt exposed under his bath towel. He sighed again. "You wipe your hair, I will go out and buy you a change of clothes, for a while." Come back. Don't run around, hear it?"

"Hear it. Thank you, Song Big Brother." Gong Li's nod.

Although Xiao Lin adopted him and gave him the position of a young master, he was not very good to him. He usually snored and he was very heavy. Over time, in order to protect himself, he has already learned to obey. The difference is that obedience to Xiao Lin is forced, and obedience to this person is willing. This person is really caring for himself, and he is good at feeling the emotions of others. Gong Lizhen does not doubt this.

It turns out that as long as the initiative communicates with the teenager, the teenager is not as gloomy as it is. On weekdays, we rushed in and out, each was busy, and there was too little concern for the teenager. It would be misunderstood if we didn’t understand him. This simple, pure and cute look is his true face? If it is not helpless today, it is not easy to understand the real one!

Song Haoran is secretive in his heart and confident in his sinister vision and precise judgment in the military. He can be sure that Gong Lijun’s current appearance is not his own, but his nature. The crystal-clear scorpions are disguised.

The juvenile, wrapped in a large bath towel, sat on the bed, revealing only the wet head, looking up at the small face and looking at himself with an eye. This look in the eyes of Song Haoran how to look pleasing to the eye, the heart is also a soft mess, can not help but lean over, pinch the young white cheeks, comforted, "Hey! Waiting for Song Brother, Song Brother will come back soon. ”

In fact, apart from the gloomy protective color, Gong Lijun is still very cute! It’s not bad to have such a brother! Out of the door, Song Haoran's mouth is hooked, and the joyful martyrdom.