The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister - Chapter 792

   Chapter 792 She has been lonely for a hundred years, he has been alone and patiently guarding her 8

  From noon to dusk, from dusk to late night.

   All night long.

  Siyu dug out the cemetery with his bare hands.

   His hands were completely chapped, inflamed and painful.

  Bone joints oozing red blood droplets dripping onto the dilapidated coffin.

   The youngest daughter of the Song family was born with a golden spoon in her mouth.

   came, but was put into such an old coffin and died silently.

   Heart twisted a little bit.

  Siyu’s hands trembled as he pushed the coffin away.

   The pale-faced woman lay quietly in the coffin.

   She was wearing a blood-stained prison uniform, because her body had long since died, and her skin had bruised corpse spots.

   But her appearance is still exquisite.

   The snowy nights froze the beautiful girl, preventing her from rotting so fast.

   But when you get close, you can still smell the faint rotten smell emanating from her body.

  Siyu stared at Song Zhao’s body for a long time.

   Tears fell unexpectedly.

  The sharp knife sank into the heart, twisting into a **** mass.

   He lay on the coffin, crying out in grief.

   He wanted to reach out and hug Song Zhao out, but because he was too desperate, he couldn’t make up his mind.

   “Song Zhao.”

   “Song Zhao!”

   “Open your eyes and look at this king.”

  The snow and the wind were blowing, and the flowers around the garden that had been left unattended for too long were messed together, making a harsh noise, which covered Si Yu’s desperate call.

  It turns out that when people are most heartbroken, they have no ability to bear it.

   Even if he is the invincible king of war.

  Siyu tried his best to climb into the coffin.

   He squeezed into the space of the coffin, and hugged Song Zhao into his arms without disdain.

   He was frozen all over, Song Zhao was colder than him, he hugged her with all his strength, but he couldn’t feel her temperature.

“sorry.”

  Siyu whispered in Song Zhao’s ear.

   He is so sorry.

  Why didn’t you come back on time, why did Song Zhaobai wait for a while.

   He brought her hope, but let her die in despair.

   How painful is it?

   Hearing the news of his father’s death in battle with his own ears, his only desire to survive was gone.

   His beloved little girl must be in pain.

   At the most desperate moment, she may be looking forward to him being able to bring her new hope.

   is that he is not good.

   He was late.

   He was the one who knew her best.

   A girl who likes to be lively and can’t stand a little grievance and loneliness.

   is buried here alone.

   How scared she was.

   “It’s my fault, I knew you were timid and left you alone in the deep palace.

   I always have a lot of concerns and always want to do everything comprehensively. No wonder you don’t want to wait anymore, you are an impatient girl. “

  Siyu almost lost his voice.

   Sore throat to hoarseness.

  If he had taken Song Zhao away in advance, would it not be like this now?

  Siyu stroked Song Zhao’s cheek, blood dripping from his pupils,

   “I used the fastest speed to drive back, walking all the way through the mountains and the sea, day and night. In the middle of the night, I saw your favorite Begonia flower on the river bank not sleeping, and I always felt that at this time, you should be by my side.”

   He was full of anticipation at that time, thinking of helping her get revenge, helping her revitalize the Song family, and returning her to a prosperous world.

   He always felt that only then would Song Zhao be willing to accept his wishes.

   I was frightened all the way, and my heart beat faster.

  The wind and dust raised by the horse spread his deep-buried love for many years, and the youth’s love for the first time, and the deep love that has been accumulated over time, spread from the rural town to Shengjing Road.

   I like Song Zhao’s secret.

  The wind knows it, the cloud knows it, the earth and the mountains know it.

   But what he wants most, you can know too.

   And now.

   “You never know.”

  Siyu stared at the girl’s pale face in fascination——

   remembered in a trance.

   Song Zhaogang was born that night.

He once sneaked into her bedroom, looked at the little girl’s wrinkled face, and knew that his heart had melted, but he still had a stinky face and arrogantly poked her flesh pit, duplicitously complaining that she was ugly, so that she couldn’t speak. She called him brother.

   Time and space alternate, faces change.

   Now that she has grown up, she still lies quietly and still cannot speak.

   The man’s thin lips curled into a gentle smile.

   “Call me brother.”

   “Would you like to go with your brother?”

   I am used to setting up a flag for myself every day.

   My bad habit for several years.

   Old readers see me as a ghost and believe me when I set up a flag.

   New readers watch me stand up, liar.

   But what kind of evil can Nannan have?

   It’s just a piece of junk with a daily code of 10,000 who can only write 2,000!

   (end of this chapter)