"When I first met you, my name was bayunbai. I was in charge of the Bayun family, a lost family!"
When such a sentence was uttered from the smiling man in front of her eyes, there was no accident. Bolin's dream stopped. After a long time, she returned to her mind and responded with amazement.
"Ha?..."
"Well, it's the head of the eight cloud family, but you don't need to feel constrained..." Like a nobleman who is communicating with a girl in the countryside, he feels his head as if he is speechless and embarrassed.
"You treat me as an ordinary person, just call me white..."
"White..." Polly took a deep breath from the corner of her eyes, and her speechless eyes began to look sinister.
"Are you kidding me?..."
"Are you kidding?" Speechless and innocent.
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know how you know the lost home or how you know the surname of Bayun, but I don't feel the breath of living in fantasy countryside from you, so you are from the outside world!" Said Polly, with an unhappy face.
"It's impossible for me not to know that there is more you in the lost home. Do you think I'm easy to cheat?"
"I didn't lie to you..." Speechless continues to hang innocent expression, sighed.
"I don't believe it. You can ask violet. My relationship with violet is really profound..."
Now, bolingmeng is confused.
It's the same as the dream of Boli. If there is one more person who can have the surname of eight clouds in the lost home, she can't have no idea.
After all, the relationship between the Witches of the Boli shrine and the lost home is really profound. One is the manager of the fantasy Town, the other is the creator of the fantasy town. The relationship between the Boli spiritual dream and the purple is quite different.
If the guy who claims to be bayunbai is really a member of the lost family, it is impossible for purple not to let bolingmeng know.
But at present, the person who can't feel the breath of living in the dreamland completely knows the lost home and can say the name of purple. Obviously it can't be really unrelated outsiders.
Isn't it. Is my feeling wrong
Boli Lingmeng knocks on her head in some agony, then suddenly wakes up and stares speechless.
"Even if you are from a lost home, you are in charge of something. Do you think I'll believe it?... "
Lost home. The eight cloud family. To put it bluntly, it's the place where purple lives.
In other words, in a lost home. Purple is the real master.
It's nonsense to be in charge of a lost home.
And speechless seems to have known for a long time that Boli Lingmeng would have such a look, a smile of Shi ran.
"It's natural that you think it's strange, but I'm the head of a lost home. To be right, I'm the head of a lost home in the future!"
"Because..." Speechless smilingly looked at Boli Lingmeng and said a word that let Boli Lingmeng stay on the spot again.
"Purple is my fiancee!"
"What do you say?!" Polly cried out in a lost voice.
"Is violet your fiancee?"
"That's it!" Speechless with a humble tone, said to Boli Lingmeng.
"Please take good care of my lost home in the future!"
"Here It's definitely a joke! " Bolingmeng, like being hit, stepped back two steps and shouted loudly.
"How could someone ask for that old lady who is moldy?"
In the moment when the voice fell, a dark crack covered with eyes suddenly broke from the sky of the holy shrine of Boli, and a dark light burst out when there was no response from wordless and Bolin's dream.
The dark light beam fell straight down, speechless and bolingmeng only felt a flower in front of their eyes, and the dark light beam fell on the money box which had been repaired not long ago.
"Bang!"
With a dull sound, the dark light beam blasted the money box of Boli Lingmeng as life into powder, without even a piece of sawdust left, and dissipated with the wind.
"Ah Ah Ah ah ah --! "
Boli's face was dulled. She looked at the place where the money box had been. She looked at the empty ground, where even a piece of sawdust had not been left. Once again, she uttered a scream of despair.
"My money box!"
In the plaintive sound, Boli Lingmeng fell down on the ground where the money box was originally placed, as if the money box was not disappeared, but was invisible. Her hands felt disorderly on it. As a result, of course, nothing could be touched.
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