Calamity Crown

There are even sages who said that no one is perfect when it comes to deeds, regardless of heart.

"Please wait."

Huang Dangdang said something, got up and left the room.

About 5 minutes later, he walked in holding a yellow-skinned child with a pinch of white hair on top of its head.

It is different from ordinary yellow skins.

This yellow-skinned elf is so cute that people like it at first glance.

Moreover, there is a small bundle hanging around the neck.

"This is my mother."

Huang Dangdang introduced.

Just now Goethe raised his hand that was about to touch his head, turned to the side without a trace, picked up a shortbread and put it in his mouth, when he found the yellow skin looking at him, Goethe couldn't hold back, picked up a shortbread Passed it to the other party.

Crunch, crunch.

Huang Pizi picked it up and ate it.

That appearance reminded Goethe of the orange cat he once had.

Same gluttony.

Smart at a glance.

It’s just that the orange cat is too fat, spread out like a piece of cake, jumping up and stepping on your stomach, it’s so sour, especially when it wakes you up in the morning, every time it’s a wandering between life and death.

"Do you have Huang Xian'er friends?"

Huang Dangdang asked in surprise.

"No."

Goethe shook his head affirmatively.

Goethe's expression was full of nostalgia and sadness, she couldn't mistake it.

But Goethe didn't say anything, and Huang Dangdang wouldn't ask. …

Unpacking the bundle revealed a box inside.

"Here are fifty [treasure cards], and the remaining fifty [treasure cards] are in my father's treasure, which is in Haimen."

"When are you free, let's go to Haimen."

"I rented an empty house in Lijiatun, and I can leave anytime."

Huang Dangdang said so.

"Ah."

Haimen, that is a must.

Fifty [treasure cards], Goethe is bound to win.

Moreover, the base camp of 'Changshengdao' is also there.

Haimen also has a port, and barbarians appear from time to time.

With a little manipulation, it can be done once and for all.

When Goethe was thinking, Huang Dangdang left with his mother in his arms. When Huang Xianzhi left, he poked his head out and stared at Goethe with round eyes.

It seems to be curious.

Also with inquiry.

Outside the door, Miss Wang's family stomped her feet in the cold.

When Huang Dangdang came out, Wang Xiaofeng bit her lip and wanted to ask something, but in the end she didn't ask.

And Huang Dangdang's ears on his head?

Wang Xiaofeng couldn't see it.

Uncle Liu went to see it.

Coupled with that white hair, Uncle Liu knew Huang Dangdang's identity immediately.

"Girl, listen to my uncle's advice."

"This, you really can't compete."

Uncle Liu persuaded.

But if the young miss of the Wang family listens to persuasion, she won't be the young lady of the Wang family.

After passing by Huang Dangdang, he lifted the curtain and entered the room.

Looking at Goethe who was sitting by the fire thinking, he gritted his teeth and said——

"Mr. Mo, do you have a wife?"

"Don't worry, I don't mind."

"I... can be small."

Chapter 18 New Year's Eve!

The words are not surprising and die endlessly.

Goethe was taken aback.

Good guy!

I'm calling out good guy!

There are still such beautiful things in the world... Pooh, no, no, there are still such wonderful things in the world.

Goethe looked at Miss Wang's family.

The eldest lady looked serious, obviously not joking.

"Mr. Mo, do you know?"

"It's been three years since my father passed away."

"I've never been more grounded than I am right now."

Miss Wang's fingers were twirling the ends of her hair, and the red rope on the braid kept spinning, as if dancing with the wind, light and beautiful, and Miss Wang's voice was full of memories.

Nothing new.

Even when the father passed away, the people outside stood around like wolves, eager to bite off a piece of meat.

Facing family property, family members look at their relatives like they look at enemies, and they can't wait to take a bite of the meat.

Wang Xiaofeng backed down.

A lot of pieces of meat were bitten off, and the Wang family's property shrank by more than half. She thought that this would bring about a stable life like before, and everyone could be kind.

But the eldest lady forgot a word: insatiable greed.

How can anyone go to eat fast and chant Buddha after seeing a bloody tiger?

impossible.

Have?

Absolutely a liar.

Tricked you to feed the tiger.

Your bones are gone.

He got the tiger skin.

"I was such a stupid person back then, I almost died... No, if Uncle Wang hadn't risked his life to save me, I would have died long ago, and you have saved me in a real sense."

Miss Wang Jiada stared at Goethe with piercing eyes.

"You are grateful."

Goethe emphasized.

"No!"

"is love!"

Miss Wang's family emphasized, her small face was full of refusal.

"Do you know what love is?"

Goethe asked back.

The topic was broad at once.

Or rather, there is no answer.

what is love?

Most people can't tell, they can only say one or two sentences vaguely and vaguely, which are still appropriate, even far-fetched, so that countless people sing about love.

why?

No one knows, so it's easy to start.

Anyway, no one knows, what I say is what.

In Goethe's "hometown", people from Wuyang Wuyang wrote and filmed.

what?

Different?

That is you don't know 'love'.

'Love' can be sacred, holy, dark, and selfish.

Of course, it can also be a verb.

Once 'love' has a verb, it's different.

Everyone will be united like never before.

Learning materials.

rich theory.

Keen to practice.

Often feel ashamed to ask.

And the atmosphere is good.

In short, 'love' is complicated, and Goethe doesn't think that Miss Wang can say anything.

As long as you can't say it, it's easy to handle.

Look, you don't understand yourself, go back and think about it.

If the words are so round, it will be round.

You can't stay anymore.

I'm quiet again.

Goethe thought beautifully, but as soon as he asked this, a gleam of light shone in Miss Wang's never-moving gaze, which was unprecedentedly bright.

Still firm.

Goethe felt a little faint immediately.

And the following words made Goethe even more guilty.

"Other people want a bright matchmaker to marry me. First, they have to be in my eyes, and second, they have to be a good match. But if they want to marry me, I will kill him at night when he is asleep. I will not even be able to live with the family he is in love with. But Mr. Mo, you don't want to marry me." Similarly, you don't need a medium to marry me, as long as I am a child, I am willing, without any complaints——this, is love!"

I love your mother selling twists and turns!

Looking at the blushing Miss Wang, Goethe felt a cold wind blowing down his spine.