The old monk was shocked when he heard this, and then chanted Amitabha Buddha, leading Qin Mo into the Buddhist temple.

The scriptures turn to volume 10.

The monk's robe floats, the pen and ink are fragrant.

There is only one sentence left on the paper: "May that little tiger in pajamas have a peaceful and joyful life."

Then, who properly guarded a talisman and wore it at the closest position to the heart.

Whether in the army, studying in a foreign country, or after completing his studies, he stood in the frontier and defended his country.

There is a man who always wears an amulet that is not in line with his identity.

The day of a quarrel.

The two children don't know what will happen.

Even the little tiger thought that after everything was done, she would come to find Momo again.

Until after the darkness.

My father took her to the tombstone, rubbed her hair with his fingers, and told her: "Nine, the best way to protect the most important person is to make others look like she is not that important."

"Otherwise, you'll get stronger and don't leave any traces. You should know that for hackers living behind computers, both traces and private life exposure are fatal."

"You are the same, so are other hackers."

"You will become the young master from now on. I told you the rules of being the young master a long time ago."

"Protect the people you need to protect and use the keyboard on your hand to make a sound for injustice..."

So, the little tiger has been enduring it all the time.

I learned more and made more powerful mini-games, not only for confession, but also for viruses.

She even learned to write calligraphy by herself, read bedtime stories, roll up her sleeves and tie a scarf.

No longer wearing little tiger pajamas.

Because you no longer have to be cute, let alone shake your tail and follow who you are following.

Not everyone can give her a piece of candy when she is sneering.

Not everyone will be afraid of her toothache, so they check the small pockets on her clothes.

The smell of being overwhelmed by darkness.

Perhaps, when she was sleeping, she could only hold her keyboard.

Bo Jiu is still sensible and understands better what is going on now.

I endured for one hundred and three months.

I couldn't bear it anymore, and for the first time I took a bus alone and ran to An's house.

Even though I knew I would find nothing, I still ran to the window with a slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight slight s

No one.

I must have returned to China.

Bo Jiu was wearing a black T-shirt, and his temperament seemed to have changed. The small figure seemed to be blending with the darkness.

The old butler watched from the side, and couldn't bear it. He walked over with a black umbrella: "Young Master, go back."

The little figure lowered his head and said nothing.

The old butler turned his head and gradually became silent.

Later, for a while, the young master would always pull him and say how good her little princess was to her, and would stop from time to time.

The old housekeeper still remembered that the master picked up the young master and placed it on his neck, so that she, who was asleep, grabbed her hair and wore a black windbreaker, which looked like she was laughing, but more of it was something else: "Allen, remember some things too clearly, but it was even more painful. Nine, she was too young."

A casual sentence.

But the old butler understood what the master meant.

Slight hypnosis.

It will always hide some memories.

Wait until you see that person.

Those memories will come back little by little.

When Mr. Bo leaned over, he fell on the little tiger's forehead: "Nine, you must understand who you are."

Understand who you are.

Everything will come back.

Have you ever thought about raising someone?

Bo Jiuyou wants to raise the little princess Qin.
Chapter completed!