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"Okay, I'm full and go back to bed." Caesar stood up very consciously and patted his stomach. He had a feeling that even if the night eclipse didn't kill people, they would have physical amnesia.

"Well," Chu Zihang also stood up. As a close friend of Night Eclipse, he knew that the string in Night Eclipse's head was about to break.

"Let's go, let's go, I have to pick up guests tomorrow," Lu Mingfei stretched out...

Run away!

"Really, I'll kill you guys," Ye Eclipse reluctantly shook his head and revealed a dark smile, "At most, just tap your head slightly~"

Caesar and Chu Zihang looked at each other and ran away.

"Cut," Ye Eclipse made a regretful cut, pulled her finger out of Eriyi's mouth, and gently stroked her little head, "Go to sleep."

Eriya squinted her eyes and put her arms around Night Eclipse's neck.

"Isn't this still a child?" Ye Eclipse smiled and picked up Eriya, and walked toward the hotel not far away. Gao Tianyuan didn't prepare his room.

Although it's suspicious to hold a girl who looks drunk, don't look at me with the look of bad guys!

On the way back to the hotel, Eclipse reluctantly returned to the room with the suspicion of the lady at the counter, and put Eriri on the bed.

After leaving the arms of the night eclipse and lying down on the bed, Eriyi twisted uncomfortably, and her little hand immediately began to take off her clothes, but perhaps because she was drunk, her hands and feet were not flexible. The clothes are tangled up.

"Uh..." The corners of Ye Eclipse's mouth twitched, but in the end he helplessly help Eriya untie her clothes.

"Hmm," Eriya stretched out her hand and grabbed the night eclipse's clothes, looking at the night eclipse with blurred eyes.

"I know, I won't leave," Ye Eclipse smiled lightly and took the girl's body into her arms, and then put the quilt on Eli Yi.

Eriya slowly closed her eyes.

"The cherry blossoms are about to bloom."

It is not the unrecognizable dragon text but the human language that anyone can understand.

Night Eclipse was stunned for a moment, and then smiled softly.

"Let's go see it together next time."

Chapter One Hundred and Forty: Even the Threats Are The Same

Just when the night eclipse was sleeping comfortably with Eliyi in her arms, the Sheqi Bajia had completely exploded.

The base camp was invaded, and the structure of the entire building was seriously destroyed. A small earthquake of magnitude three or four could turn the building into a pile of rubble. The hidden secrets of the Sheqiba family were discovered by the intruders. The emperor was severely injured, and a large number of people were attacked by deadpools who did not know where they came from. The casualties were heavy. Is there anything worse than these combined?

Yes!

The owner of their shirt is lost!

"You must find her as soon as possible!" Yuan Zhisheng left the intensive care unit with a cane, ignoring the medical staff. He is the emperor. Even if he feels the feeling that his whole body is almost shattered, he is still that super mixed race. He will soon recover from the injury, but it is really bad if Eri Yi is lost!

"Young Master, you can't get out of bed now!" Yabuki Sakura held the glucose and followed Yuan Zhisheng tightly.

"This level of injury is far from what it used to be," Yuan Zhisheng directly pulled the needle from his arm and looked at Tokyo, which seemed to be calm. "Eriyi's condition is very unstable. If she ran away except ...... No one can stop now!"

"Young Master, can't you?" Yasha followed them with a horrified expression.

"Neither can I! If I were the strongest emperor, Eriyi would be the strongest ghost above this!" Yuan Zhisheng sighed complicatedly, "Is it too much to let such a girl bear that? Cruel facts, fate is really a jerk!"

Yasha and Crow glanced at each other. It was the first time they heard Yuan Zhisheng say such a thing, and Yabuki Sakura just followed Yuan Zhisheng closely behind him without saying a word.

"Are you all right," Tachibana Masamune appeared at the corner.

Yuan Zhisheng was silent for a moment, "Sakura, let anyone who can move go to Eriyi. I want to talk to Masamune Tachibana."

"I see," Yabuki Sakura nodded and turned and walked away quickly. By the way, she pulled away the two silly big guys who couldn't understand the atmosphere.

For a time, only Yuan Zhisheng and Tachibana Masamune were left in the entire corridor.

"Just ask what you want," Tachibana Masamune sighed and leaned against the wall, as if he was a few dozen years old.

"Those Deadpool are induced ghosts, right," Yuan Zhisheng narrowed his eyes.

"Yes," Tachibana Masamune admitted very simply.

"For what?"

"Save painted Li Yi."

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"My day!"

Looking at the old gentleman who suddenly appeared in front of him, the more the shirt had the urge to pour all the boiling noodle soup over.

"Excuse me, what do you want?" Sakurai Xiaomu put down the rolling pin and wiped his hands and looked at the old gentleman. In the past few days, Sakurai Xiaomu has fully adapted to the new job. Although the shirt never pays her, what does she need? The more shirts, the more generous they are.

"Really a pretty lady," the old gentleman smiled softly.

"Xiaomu, stay away from him, he's the kind of stallion that will start without hesitation from the age of ten to eighty!" The more vigilant the shirt, Sakurai Xiaomu pulled behind him.

The behavior of the shirt Yue made the old gentleman a little speechless, "Is she your daughter?"

"You care about me!"

"Anyway, a bowl of ramen," the old gentleman sat on the bench very familiarly.

"No! Get out!" The shirt said more irritably.

"Really unfeeling~" the old gentleman said with a sad expression on his chin.

Hearing exactly the same words as Night Eclipse said at the beginning, the shirt almost jumped up and gave the old gentleman a mouth.

"It looks like you've already seen him~" The old gentleman smiled playfully when he saw his shirt getting better and he wanted to cut you off.

"Yeah, just like you old gangster, Angers, you're a real little gangster!" The shirt twitched.

"Anger!" Sakurai Xiaomu was shocked and clenched the rolling pin subconsciously.

"Miss, your identity is worth exploring," Anger narrowed his eyes.

"He was sent by that kid," The shirt knocked on the table more and more.

"Then it's okay," Anger immediately withdrew from the lock on Sakurai Xiaomu.

Sakurai Kogure breathed a sigh of relief.