"···Mom, there are so many books. Is the beginning of Xia planning to train Yingchun to become a great writer?" Seeing the beginning of Xia continue to take books from the space, and the branches of Yingchun to take the books to its own space Put in.

Xiao Muyan blinked, then blinked again, she didn't know how to describe her mood at this time.

"···"

Thinking of the words written by Yingchun when he went down the mountain, Shao Zihang was a little hard to say, "Yingchun reads so much, no wonder it used words to communicate with Xiao Dage and the others without a typo."

Similarly, everyone who thought of Yingchun's ugly handwriting was silent.

For a long while, Bai Xuewei, who has been silent for a while, squeezed a sentence from her teeth with a complex expression, "I swear by my vision as a sniper. Thoughts."

As soon as Bai Xuewei's words fell, the atmosphere at the scene fell into a stagnant silence.

····

And here, Xia Chu has completed the handover work with Yingchun. She handed the last world masterpiece to Yingchun and encouraged, "Watch it well. Come and change the book with me after reading it."

Worried that Yingchun might damage the book, she exhorted again, "Treasure, these are all non-renewable resources. One bad book is one less one, you know?

I have to leave it to my children and grandchildren.

Of course, you want to leave it to your children and grandchildren. I will divide you half. Do you think it’s good? "

Yingchunsheng had nothing to say, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed again.

"···Good!" It doesn't even know how it is said.

In short, as a tree, it is still a tree with a dead skin and a face to the door of early Xia. It is really too difficult.

I thought it would be able to reach the peak of the tree growth following the beginning of summer, but it turned out to be completely contrary to what it thought.

If you knew...

Forget it, there is no such thing in this world as long as you know it, you can choose your own way, and you have to finish walking on your knees.

"Yes, I can choose my own way, and I have to finish walking on my knees." In Jiangcheng, about 900 kilometers away from Ying'an, Mu Qingyan walked hard, carrying Mu Ma on his back, gritted his teeth and cheered herself up.

Tears couldn't help falling down the corners of his eyes.

This damn sense of responsibility and guilt really made her powerless and desperate.

Crossing was not what she wanted, and she was unwilling to wear it into Mu Qingyan's body, but she did not have the right to choose. Crossing was a one-way ticket, and she didn't even have a chance to go back.

She was also very sad, very sad and scared.

Why should Mu Ma count her daughter's disappearance for no reason on her head, and want to kill her.

And more damn thing is--

She obviously could leave Mu Ma alone, but because Dad Mu died to protect her, she promised that she would never abandon Mu Ma as long as she lived for one day.

For Mu's mother, Mu Qingyan's perception is very complicated. There is no doubt that Mu's mother is a good mother. Even if her daughter has countless shortcomings, she loves her daughter.

Because of love, Mu Ma could not accept her existence. She always felt that she had harmed the original Mu Qingyan and forcibly occupied Mu Qingyan's body.

After confirming that Mu Qingyan could not come back, she had to stay in this body forever, and her emotions were completely out of control.

The seemingly endless sadness and despair, reminded her of her parents.

Poor parents in the world!

She could not imagine, nor dared to think about how desperate and sad her parents should be after her death in the original world.

"Mom and Dad, I miss you!" She whispered and told how she missed her parents.

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