Manual of Space-Time Interference

panicked, panicked...

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When Dialect lay next to Luo Qiao again, he did not go to sleep together as usual, but turned his back and looked at the night sky outside the window not far away.

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He actually wants to smoke now, and he doesn't know what the situation is.

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Ten years...

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He always thought that his feeling was wrong, so he thought upside down, lying down, squatting, sitting, but without exception, he told him, yes, ten years, you don't have to struggle.

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This doesn't mean regret, it's just a way of saying it, it's like the Erha you've been raising suddenly stopped committing Erha one day, and the Teddy you've been raising all of a sudden one day doesn't work...

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Obviously, the first two times the feeling of crossing over was like a good baby and let me tease me, why has this changed today?

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One year becomes ten years?

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Nonsense, this is not...

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Dialect felt that his teeth were a little sore and itchy. He put his hands under his cheeks and continued to think while lying on his side, because he didn't want to wake Luo Qiao up when he got up.

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Fuck!

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It has been a long time since the dialect has made such a foul language, but now he is still thinking about saying the last sentence, because he wants to understand, if according to the actual calculation, this is the fourth time he has delayed the crossing, because the first time The time when the spaceship made a space jump has passed,

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Is it more than three things?

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It doesn't make sense. Could it be that people in the entire universe and all dimensions are learning Chinese idioms?

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The slightly frowning brows were released in an instant, and Fang Yan's body was turned back again, and then he stretched out his hand to press the quilt beside Luo Qiao, and smiled at this sweet face with a slightly raised mouth and a sweet dream. He smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

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He didn't forget his mission, but he wanted to be a qualified husband again...

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Just like when the war is chaotic, the family and country are in a dilemma. At this time, he is also in this situation. He knows that time will give him a choice, but he is also afraid that time will kill everything...

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"dialect?"

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Luo Qiao rested her head on Dialect's shoulder and reached out to catch a snowflake falling in the air, "Do you think it's beautiful?"

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"It's beautiful!" said the dialect, then looking at Luo Qiao, whose cheeks were flushed with cold, he reached out and pinched her nose, "You are even more beautiful."

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"Of course, don't even look at who I am." Luo Qiao replied with her head tilted up, then retracted her hand and rubbed it directly into the dialect's pocket, smiling, "It's warmer here!"

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"Wife, didn't you say you were going to adopt two children, one boy and one girl, I already have names, why don't you go?" Fang Yan asked, leaning on Luo Qiao's shoulder, looking at a small building in the distance City.

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Situated in the snow and ice, it looks extraordinarily beautiful.

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"No hurry," Luo Qiao replied, "We are still young, and we can live a good life for two more."

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"I don't know who said it, Hache!" Diao Yan sneezed, sniffed and watched Luo Qiao continue to joke, "I don't know who said that we are all old and can't wait. ."

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Without answering, Luo Qiao directly put his head aside, the obvious meaning is, quickly coax me, if you don't coax you, you won't want to have a better life.

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"Okay, let's not adopt first, let's live our lives together." Fang Yan smiled, holding Luo Qiao's hand and pulling her into his arms again, "How is it?"

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"It's barely qualified!" Luo Qiao said with a look of disgust, and then quietly looked at the small city in the distance, the city where 270,000 people now live...

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"Husband?" Luo Qiao in her arms murmured.

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"What's the matter, do you want to go back?"

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"No, I just called you." Luo Qiao said softly, then paused and said, "I want to ask you a question."

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"What's the problem? Ah cut!" Dialect asked softly, but involuntarily sneezed again, and then sniffed again.

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"You keep saying that you have a long, long time to travel, how long is this long?" Luo Qiao asked, looking nervously into Dialect's eyes, she always felt that what she was afraid of was not separation, but inadvertent disappearance.

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"A long time is a long time, that is the meaning of a long, long time." The dialect replied with a full mouth running on the train, then looked at Luo Qiao's disappointed eyes, thought for a while, and sighed, "Don't worry, I'm not going to disappear inexplicably."

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"Dialect, am I dragging you down?" Luo Qiao asked after a moment of silence.

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"Why do you think like this again?" Fang Yan said with a numb scalp. Luo Qiao is usually fine everywhere, and the tacit understanding between the two has gradually increased over time, but she always likes to think about it, just like now so.

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"I'm just afraid..." Luo Qiao replied, tightly wrapping the hands around Dialect's waist, "I'm afraid that at night, when I was still sleeping, you suddenly disappeared, and when I woke up in the morning , you won't be able to see you coming back from your morning exercise when you cook breakfast and wait for you to eat, and then you can only wait, wait..."

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The cold wind was still blowing slowly, pulling up Luo Qiao's hair...

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"I..." The dialect choked abruptly, and his eyes were a little sore. He looked at Luo Qiao who was hugging him tightly, and smiled comfortingly, "Don't think too much, it's really a long time, twenty years, Maybe, I'm vague."

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"Twenty years, I'll be old by then, you look like 40 years old, you don't like me anymore, it's better to leave..." Luo Qiao whispered softly, her voice very soft .

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"What?" Dialect asked, but he sneezed again coldly, "Ah!"

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"Why are you sneezing all the time today?" Luo Qiao returned to her senses and asked, looking at Dialect's reproachful mouth.

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"I don't know, ah cut!" Dialect said and sneezed again, and then took out a tissue from the bag beside him.

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"You have a cold?" Luo Qiao asked suspiciously.

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"It shouldn't be..." Dialect replied uncertainly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ wiped his nose with a tissue, but stopped for a moment, his eyes floated to another place, and then pretended to be As if nothing had happened, he put the tissue in a small pocket.

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"Not yet, just look at your appearance, drink more hot water, can't you have a snack? It's getting colder, so don't wear more clothes, you deserve to be frozen to death!" Luo Qiao blamed, without the slightest doubt, Let Dialect breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, but he didn't see that trace of suspicion gradually hidden in his eyes.

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"Okay, okay, I'll add two more clothes when I go back." Dialect said helplessly.

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"Then go back now, you have a rest." Luo Qiao said and took his hand out of the dialect's pocket, then got up and walked towards a military plane parked behind him, and turned back when the dialect got up, "Next time Remember not to embezzle public property, if the *** finds out, you will be punished again."

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"Come on, I remember!"

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Dialect stood at attention and assured, as if he was a soldier who was being admonished by the chief, which made Luo Qiao laugh again, and on the top of the mountain, a string of silver bell-like laughter rang out...)!!