Long spread his thick arms and hugged Piaomiao's petite body tightly in his arms. Piaomiao stretched out his hand and pushed Punch Long's chest, but did not push him away as he wished. Long gave her room to move, and seemed to have not forced her to control Piaomiao. Piaomiao raised her head and saw Long's affectionate face, he begged and said to her: "We just met. Will we separate because of this misunderstanding?"

Long's aggrieved little example made the anger in Piaomiao's heart dissipate, his heart softened, pretending to be very sleepy, closed his eyes and shook her head, "Forget it. I want to sleep."

Long secretly put his lips to Piaomiao's ears, like a dog, stuck out his tongue and licked it around Piaomiao's ears, "Don't you want to know everything about Li Mei?"

Piaomiao was teased like this and immediately became energetic, ready to learn from his actions and respond to the past. Long tilted his head and pressed it on Piaomiao's shoulders.

"Let's hear about Li Mei, that's what you have experienced."

Piaomiao was content with the situation and no longer struggled, quietly nestled in Long's arms, thinking in his heart that if the speech was boring, then he would close his eyes and not be too late to sleep.

The world Long talks about is a world she has never heard of.

What happened in that world is not understandable, but I feel that living in that world must be very at ease.

As the creator of the world, I have created several planets myself, and wars are always constant, and the clay people in the planet are like the great gods in the heavens, always greedily peeking at other people's belongings.

Family? That world is not the family in her consciousness. It is a family that relies on each other, suspicion, pressing on each other, and supporting each other. It is just a combination of reproductive lives. Why is the family in that world so simple? What fun is there to live like this? Why wouldn’t Li Mei take revenge? Why is she willing to give her life? How could Li Mei be her?

"What exactly does the world you are talking about look like? Your magic power cannot be used there, and how did you live there in those days?"

Piaomiao remembers that Long is a great god who is not good at arranging his own life. Although he has very powerful divine power, he has always existed around her. Now Long is not like Long in his memory. He cares more and wants to compromise more and no longer cares for her Piaomiao.

She felt a strong sense of sorrow in her heart, and she was more grateful that her life was already thin, and for a long time, she was in a coma. As for what she would do and could do after she was unconscious, she still lived a good life.

Long has changed a lot. Will he stay by her side then? After she was unconscious, she did something he didn't like, would he stay by her side? By that time, she might as well die in a coma.

Piaomiao's body softened, Long put Piaomiaolou in his arms, pressing her chin against her shoulders, and the warm and dry breath was transmitted to him. He waited for so many years, but finally waited, but he did not dare to act rashly, suppressing this strong emotion. "That world is very interesting. The clay man has evolved to be stronger than our magic power. It is not that our magic power cannot be used, but that they do not need magic power to subdue us. The gods living in that world each have their own identities, and exchange money and goods there through their labor wisdom, etc."

"Piaomiao, do you remember that you woke up at that time."

"I don't remember."

"Well, at that time, even if you wake up, you will be drowsy."

"Tell me, the world you are talking about is tens of thousands of miles apart, and instantaneous displacement will also cost half of your body's cultivation. How can you easily see the other person? What kind of magic weapon is this? I remember there is a mirror in the Heavenly Palace that can see the person you want to see through the mirror, but you can't hear what they say."

Piaomiao felt that she should go to bed. She didn't like Long like this. She wanted to remind Long before going to bed, not to forget the heaven.

Long let go of Piaomiao and said softly, "Wait for me, I'll make you a close one."

Lung left without looking back, and walked around the room, holding some paper in his hand, then lay on the table, not knowing what he was doing.

Piaomiao leaned on the bed railing and looked at his back, but he still looked the same. He was like a calm mind and comforted her heart.

The only thing missing here is the paper box. No one has ever thought of using the paper box to hold things, but the materials can be made.

You can still make a paper cup. Find the cotton thread, hand it to Piaomiao at one end, and press the cup on Piaomiao's left ear.

Piaomiao held this small bucket-shaped thing and pressed it on her ear, making a buzzing sound. She pulled the rope and made the rope move and moved the little thing. She was afraid that the little thing made of paper would break.

Her fingers stuck in the little thing, worried that she would not control her hand and break the fragile little thing. She was even more afraid that Long would accidentally break the connection between the two of them.

Suddenly I thought that I actually used the fragile rope and paper of this clay man as a red rope connecting her and Long's life.

I suddenly felt very funny again. Such an self was so fragile that I had become too thoughtful.

Takaya carefully took the thing from his hand and walked out of the room.

He came outside the yard, and he stood three steps away from the door, and he spoke slowly at the paper cup, "Piaomiao, I love you."

Piaomiao was stunned. She didn't expect that the first thing Long said to her was this.

What does this mean? Why do you say this?

"Piaomiao, I love you. Piaomiao, I love you. Piaomiao, I love you." Long stood outside the yard, looking at Piaomiao in the room and said again and again, Piaomiao, I love you.

His words were full of him, but he did not wait for Piaomiao's response. Long, I love you.

Piaomiao knew that he was waiting for his response, but she didn't know what to respond.

"Long, what do you mean?" Piaomiao Bujie why Long said over and over again, "Is this the formula for casting spells?" This formula is so simple, and it is really not easy for the clay man.

“…”

Long hugged Piaomiao in his arms again, "Piaomiao, this is the simplest walkie-talkie. If it is not far apart and wants to talk to the other party, it is very good to use this."

"The ability of the clay man is indeed not simple. Piaomiao, I love you. This mantra is really simple." Piaomiao felt that he had been ignored by him and didn't like this feeling.

"Piaomiao, the ability of clay people is indeed not simple. This is a game for children to play. That world is to use two objects, with no ropes connected in the middle. Even if they are divided into tens of thousands of miles, they can still hear each other's conversations and see each other's appearance and expressions through the object they made. These objects are also easy to buy. It can be said that as long as you have money, you can own them."

"Money?" Piaomiao grabbed a handful of pearls from his arms, white, pink, silver, and green... "Are these?"

The beads fell on her body through her fingers, on her legs and on the bed.

"Your beads, any of them can be exchanged for their most expensive item. The clay man gave it a name, called a mobile phone. These beads are not money, but you have to spend a lot of money to buy these beads."

"Oh. I can't I buy the whole world there?"

"Yes. You are so rich. I want you to support me."

What does Long mean by saying this?

"Take it, give it to you, buy whatever you want?" Piaomiao waved his hand and the beads fell into her palm.

"Piaomiao, I love you." Long said solemnly to Piaomiao.

He fixed Piaomiao's chin and let her eyes look at his eyes. His eyes shine, looking at himself in Piaomiao's eyes, Long said again: "Piaomiao, I love you."

Long didn't explain what this sentence meant. He said to Piaomiao again and again: "Piaomiao, I love you."

The sun came out again and jumped into the air. Long still hugged Piaomiao, who was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, and said, "Piaomiao, I love you. Piaomiao, I love you."

The corners of his mouth cracked.

Piaomiao suddenly said before going to bed, "Long, I love you." He finally waited for a response, even though she didn't know what this sentence meant.

The footsteps outside the door were getting louder and louder, those who cleaned the yard, sprinkled water, those who watered the flowers, those who cooked tea and boiled water, those who poured out the chamber pot, and those who scolded softly.

"Piaomiao, I love you."

Long got Piaomiao's words "Long, I love you." He was even more possessed, and hugged Piaomiao and kept saying, "Piaomiao, I love you."

The morning court time was up, and the servants who served him changing clothes were already standing at the door, and no one dared to step forward.
Chapter completed!