The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

  Chapter 693 The White Moonlight of the Tyrant (57)

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  Say the fragments, forget the madam...

  He just remembers the figure of the lady and the clothes on her body, even the palace where she lived and the time she appeared.

   Say you haven’t forgotten...

  The face on the portrait is indeed blank, without facial features.

  The dumplings suddenly grew big.

  This is completely different from what the wife thought at the time...

  【Xiaowuzi, do you know what's going on? 】

   "... Give up, the abilities of adults are not what we can imagine."

  Variously, there was no voice.

   "The top priority should be to wake up the little lady, otherwise the fragments can't find anyone. If you go crazy, the small world can't stand it."

  【……I know too……】

  Duanzi sighed sadly.

  [How easy is it to wake up Madam... She is protected by an adult, and I can't contact her at all. 】

   [And... Madam is not healed from her serious injury, she is unconscious, and I dare not disturb her. 】

after all,

  In case something really happened to the little lady, the adult will investigate it, it will definitely not escape responsibility.

  The dumpling picked up the mirror heartily and continued to pay close attention.

  ……

  ……

   late at night,

  The emperor’s bedroom.

  The hall is extremely dark.

  The wick on the candlestick is intact and there is no trace of being burned.

   Spreading layers of gold silk gauze tents, the incense burner is faintly smoked with the sleeping ambergris, and the smoky smoke dissipates in the air, making the palace extremely quiet.

  Under the layers of curtains,

  On the exquisite and large dragon bed, the handsome and unparalleled man lay quietly,

   He closed his eyes, his lips slightly raised.

  Hugging a portrait tightly in her arms, on the portrait, a woman in a red cloak is slender and gentle.

  The man didn’t know what he had dreamed of, his eyebrows were gentle, and his mouth murmured softly, “You’re here...coming...”

  In the hazy dream,

  A girl in red stretched out her plain white hand and touched his face lightly.

  Her voice was very soft, as light as the wind, and quickly dissipated.

"I miss you so much……"

"Where are you……"

  His eyes were reddish, and he hugged her tightly.

  The fragrant and soft smell on the girl's body made his heart tremble constantly, aggrieved and sour.

  "Will you come soon...I have been waiting for you...I miss you..."

  The girl seemed to smile softly, kissed him lovingly, voice Microsoft,

   "You are very happy, right?"

  "..." He suddenly felt something, and suddenly grasped her hand tightly.

   "No, I am not happy!"

   "You can't go, you can't go."

  The man was flustered, shaking his head frantically,

   "You...you can't leave me!!"

  He feels helpless like a child now, with red eyes, humble and wronged.

   "You will come... You promised me, OK... Don't leave..."

  The girl was silent.

  Next second,

  Her figure disappeared, like smoke, without a trace.

"Do not!!!"

  The man’s crazy tearing voice resounded, with an extremely screaming roar.

  The dream is broken,

  The portrait in his arms is hugged tightly by the man, like a straw, crazy and obsessed.

  "You will come...you will..."

  The man who had been calm and restrained finally lost control.

  He cried and laughed, with a bit of madness.

   "Hush—be quiet—you are here—you are here—"

  Man with disheveled hair, stumbled into bed,

  He opened the box,

Inside   , there are overwhelming portraits of a woman.

  He watched, grinned, and grinned stupidly,

   "Look, I painted you so beautifully, I paint every day..."

  (End of this chapter)