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1228. Borrowing a Corpse to Return the Soul 29

The eagle trotted over, hugged Fu Yunche and joined the choir with a loud voice. We will definitely remember those years, of course, all of them are the most beautiful memories when we get old. When one day we can’t walk, we can still sit in the sunset and relive every bit of what we are now, which is also a great pleasure in life.

All the way, singing along the way, the voice is heroic and magnificent. They compete with their beautiful voices, unwilling to fall behind, and sing the bitterness and laughter of the first half of their lives. This song is very suitable for them, expressing the helplessness of life, but they have to continue to go and face it, but as long as they work hard, there will always be success.

"Haha, Fu Yunche, Shen Feng, Yuying, you sing very nicely. Don't think that only actors can sing songs. Songs are also an entertainment. I have developed one of your talents!"

"You are so crazy. If we want to continue to be with you, how can we not be crazy with you?" Wanqi Shenfeng shook his head helplessly.

Fu Yunche held his hands behind his back, holding his head up and walking side by side with everyone. He watched his wife jump happily and laughed. I don’t know when he smiled more and more. This woman subverted all his thoughts and changed him beyond recognition. She was almost gone from the shadow of the past.

He quickly frowned and looked at the eagle who was hugging him.

Yuying was still having fun, feeling something was wrong, so he looked at the scrutinized sight, immediately let go of his hand, and grabbed the back of his head awkwardly: "I'm offending!"

Fu Yunche sneered, reached out and hugged his shoulders: "Good brother, why not offend?"

"Haha, Your Majesty, you are really different from before!" Yuying didn't refuse. In his heart, Fu Yunche was his master and his good friend.

This way of getting along is really good. Everyone is carefree and travels around the world. No matter how great the suffering is, there is no need to worry about it, because there are many brothers around you who will lend a helping hand, face the storm together, and never leave each other. I just don’t know if this joy can last until the last day? Will there be many friends of life and death completely disappear by the end of the war?

I hope the most important brothers will not leave everyone.

After returning to the palace, they all smiled and returned to their rooms. Su Mengdie was happy today because King Fulin had already fallen into the trap. Fu Yunche finally evacuated his eyebrows. The two of them rarely share the same bed. Even though they wanted to hug each other like this every day, they thought that countless people had not lived a good life for too long, so they were not interested in romance and love.

At this moment, at the Beiyao border, the tents of the camp were endless. In the head coach's camp, Yu Ruolin turned the cup and looked melancholy: "When do you think it's better to attack?"

"Of course, the faster the better. Now the spy who has entered has not returned, and he has no idea about Fu Yunche and the others' recent situation there!" King Hong Mo didn't like the enemy to jump out of the range he knew.

"Will they want to conquer Fulin and resist us?" King Beiyao asked everyone, holding Lian Qiao, whose eyes were dispersed.

Yu Ruolin did not look at Lian Qiao at all, without any distress. No matter how King Beiyao touched her, he was indifferent. He did not feel embarrassed. He was a person who was determined to do so.

He didn't care about other people's opinions, he only wanted honor. He whispered: "This possibility is not ruled out. It is indeed a hidden danger to be surrounded by the troops from Nanyue at that time. Of course, we don't need to use a knife or a gun to take down Fulin!"
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