The snow of the king of the net is drifting

Irikawa gently pushed open the door, and saw Xiaomu leaning against the bed, smiling like a snow lotus with a clear and calm smile.His complexion is much better than yesterday, a little more pale.

"Come on, let's have breakfast. Let's drink lean meat porridge, I brought you a cake..."

Irie looked at Xiaogure's eating with satisfaction.

"Didn't you say you would take me out for a walk?"

"Well, go when you're full. I brought the wheelchair. It's not convenient for you to walk now. So as not to bring fatigue to the heart..."

Xiao Mu smiled satisfied, picked up the porridge and tasted a few mouthfuls lightly.

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He gently placed Princess Xiaomu on the wheelchair, picked up a snow-white blanket and draped it over Xiaomu's lap.After holding onto her book for a long time, she walked to the back and pushed up the wheelchair.

"It's really been a long time..." The voice was soft and gentle, and the voice was extremely gentle and submissive.Crisp and bright, the voice is clear and soft, as if hitting jade.

"I've always been sick..." Jiao Bai Shengxue, there was hardly a trace of blood on his face, and his face was as clean as snowflakes.

She looked up at the sky.

Suddenly there was a warm intimacy in the cold hands.She has a beautiful and lovely face, but she suppresses a smile, which makes her even more charming.

Irie squatted in front of her, pinching her tender skin. "It's better to eat fat..."

She said coquettishly, "It's the first time I've heard such a request..."

Irie embraced her in his arms. "Will you stay with me forever?"

She leaned lightly on his back and said, "It should be..."

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Xiao Mu went out for a walk when he had nothing to do, and went into the river to buy vegetables and cook for Xiao Mu, he said that it would be nutritious.

Shiraishi was looking for Xiaomu's ward, suddenly his eyes lit up, and then his heart ached for a long time.

That lonely and slender white shadow is like a jade lotus under the Yaotai seat, blooming a faint brilliance and mercifully enveloping all things in the world, sorrowful and bitter, elegant and peerless, celestial grace...

"Xue..." His voice seemed to be filled with sulfuric acid, and it took him a long time to call out that long-buried name.

Xiao Mu paused for a moment, then turned her head, and the wind blew by, blowing her pure black hair.

The beautiful flower shadow...