MTL - The Lady’s Sickly Husband-~ 091 This newspaper, I am coming back!

This night is not destined to be an ordinary night.

When the old man went to find Mr. Tong’s trouble, the wind and dust also led his Fengyun 18 Weihao Haotang soup to the direction of Wangjiacun Ningjia.

After the grooming was finished, the strange snow was under the lamp, and Ning Shaoqing read the book on the couch. The two occasionally looked up and smiled at each other. The affection between the eyes was the most beautiful scenery under the sky.

The dim light illuminates the room, the life is quiet, and the years are quiet and comfortable.

The embarrassing change came, Ning Shaoqing had a slight brow of the brow, and the half-shouldered face was lifted up.

The voice of Guardian A and A5 has already sounded outside. "Who is here?"

A cold voice responded, "The wind is dusty."

When Ning Shaoqing came out of the courtyard with a strange snow, he looked up and looked up. On the roof, there were people standing on the eaves.

The purpose is all human, but it is silent. At least, in the eyes of a thousand snow is silent.

Although this battle is large, this strange scene is very weird, but it has not caused the slightest turmoil in Wangjiacun.

Ningjiaben is the most extreme part of the village, even if it is neighboring Fangjia, it is also a few tens of meters away. This will be the day, the sky is already dark, and which one will notice this side.

The strange snow looked at the black wind in the middle of the courtyard and fluttered in the wind. He sighed and always came.

Hearing the footsteps, the wind and dust turned around, and the light crossed the Ning Shaoqing who walked in front, and took a thousand snows. "Snow, go back with your cousin." His voice is very light, plain as water, listen. Not the slightest emotion in his words.

Black clothes on the person will appear that the person is cold and three points. His facial features are dignified, and his face is like a painting. At this moment, the black clothes are more condensed and temperate.

Someone is in front of their own face, let their women go with him, Ning Shaoqing is extremely angry! This person is trying to find death, he must be his. In fact, when the last time Meng Qian pushed himself away and reached out to him, he had a killing intention.

Of course, in addition to losing control in the face of a strange snow, Ning Shaoqing in front of outsiders, has always been more angry and calm.

The more complicated the situation, the more he will calm down. This is the habit of growing up for many years. Therefore, he did not speak immediately.

Ning Shaoqing’s cold and sturdy gas field opened, and the stranger behind him stood uncomfortable.

She promised to pass Cher, not to hurt the wind and dust, to treat him as a brother, naturally can not let them fight. Therefore, the extension of the hand pulls the long, slender hand of Ran Shaoqing.

Ning Shaoqing looked back, and a thousand snow shook his head and whispered. "This matter, I will handle it myself."

Ning Shaoqing frowned.

Thousands of snow shook his hand and prayed.

Ning Shaoqing turned his back and he always had no way to take her.

The two passed through so many things, the sentence a few days ago: We are not separated in this life, and we will stay together for the rest of our lives. Even more, I paid attention to the blood, dissolved the bone marrow.

Clearly the mind of a thousand snow, although Ning Shaoqing is angry, but it is no longer a vinegar.

This person and Mo Qianxue have indeed had inextricably linked relationships. The Feng family is now the biggest reliance on the back of the snow, or it is clear that it is good once and for all.

Thinking of this, Ning Shaoqing, although killing at this time, still tolerated it.

Ning Shaoqing turned back, the spine was stiff and stiff, and the thousands of snow hearts were slightly sour.

Such an awkward, overbearing, excellent, elegant man, for his own tolerance once and for all, once and for all, said that not moving is a fake.

After a moment of stagnation, Mo Qiang went two steps forward and politely said, "Qianxue has been married to Ningjia, Ningjia is a home of Qianxue. The big cousin is a guest, and Qianxue welcomes him."

In one sentence, it shows his position. They are two people who have no intersection, but he does not know it. This is the best attitude she can take now, the greatest sincerity.

Fighting for your lover, what is wrong with the wind and dust? He is not qualified to blame him. Instead, if she is not a party, she may still appreciate his attachment to love.

Just, she is not "her". She did not do anything wrong, nor did she feel sorry for him. It was not necessary to whisper.

If he really wants to blame, he can only blame the things of the world. Did the ancients always pay attention to innocence and chastity? She has married someone in the status of Cher, I hope he can open it.

The sound of the wind and dust is very cold. It is not the sadness of the past few days, but the sorrow of the past few days. "You called me a big cousin? So, you think of it?"

"I didn't think about it. Just, the first and fifteenth have already told Qian Xue his identity." Mo Qianshui shook his head. "Now, Qian Xue has already married, why should the big cousin..."

The wind and dust are fixed to look at her, suddenly interrupted "I will not mind."

I’m a little bit sloppy, “but I will mind.”

The language is very fast and there is no hesitation.

The atmosphere at the scene was low.

Early in the first fifteenth, I left the house and stood quietly behind the snow.

The first day was a calm face, but the fifteenth was a bit angry.

Ning Shaoqing's frozen face finally got loose under this sentence. "Snow..." The wind and the dust tone softened again, and the posture was somewhat lowered. The tone was calm and there was a sorrowful cry. "Are you already determined?"

This pleading is deep, but it is his last compromise.

The strange snow is unchanged. "I'm sorry! I really can't remember the old cousin. I will find my own one in the future."

No, no, there will never be anyone who can replace her position!

The temptation of the wind and the dust of the heart, the suffocating pain, the more calm the look, close to the corner of the mouth, without a word.

Once upon a time, embraced the beauty, fast horses galloping, scorning and pointing.

That is, the wind and dust, He Shengning Shaoqing?

There is only one person who can stand by her side, and only one person who can give her happiness.

Since she has made a choice, if he does not want to respect, he can only win.

When this thought came out, the hidden pleading in the eyes swept away, replacing the anger and sorrow, and the tone was hard. "Whether you want to go back with me, you must go back with me today."

"You..." stubborn! A thousand miles of snow are extremely aphasia. Is it really necessary to have force to solve it?

Also, my brother, I am afraid it is a dead enemy.

Cher, what you ask for is too difficult and too difficult...

The wind and dust see a strange snow, remembering that she has always been weak, I am afraid of being frightened, my heart is soft, hiding my anger, and squeezing a touch of tenderness, "Snow, wait for me to go back... I..."

As long as she goes back with him, when he comes, he has his own way to change her heart. Reminded her of the past and forgot the blue figure.

In this life, you can only be mine, and what you think in your heart can only be me...

Ning Shaoqing has turned around and sneered. "You want to take Ning's wife, do you want to ask Ning, this husband's opinion."

The face he should have given has already been given, and the opportunity given is also given.

I can't bear it, I don't have to bear it!

The wind and dust raised his head and looked at Ning Shaoqing. "You have no parents' life and no media. If you don't have a media, you can't be a formal couple."

Is there no media and no hire? Ning Shaoqing’s head blew up.

However, in the anger, he did not look at the wind and dust, but pulled the strange snow behind him, blocking the sight of the wind and dust.

Let the wind and dust take a look at the thousands of snow, and his heart will be more unpleasant, more vinegar, more anger...

This matter has already been said to be a good thing.

Ning Shaoqing pulled a strange snow to the back, and the word gnawed three words. "Take it."

"Fast!" The wind and dust are the moment.

Two figures, one green and one black, have already flew out of the house.

This is a confrontation between two men.

Waiting for a thousand miles of snow to return to the gods, the confrontation in the yard is eighteen black people and her, the first, fifteen, three, five, and the overwhelming Mingyue Caixia.

"Fast... take me to find them." A thousand thousand snow was a little panic, clutching the first fifteenth road behind him. Ning Shaoqing’s body is also poisonous. If it happens during the Jianjian period, how can it be done?

"Yes." In the first fifteenth Qi Qiqiu replied, the words between the two must be caught in the direction of Ning Shaoqing and the wind and dust.

The skill of Dust Gongzi is profound. On that day, when the people lost their hearts and their hearts and chaos, they will be defeated. It must have been recharged in these few days. The appearance of the aunt’s Wenxiu is not necessarily an opponent.

They naturally still have to protect their grandfather. However, in front of it is a wall of two people, blocking the way.

A thousand people look at it, it is the two of the eighteen black men - wind, storm.

"Miss wants to go up? The son said, let the subordinates ask the lady to take the first step." When the son came, he told me to let the girl take the lady.

this is? Tune the tiger away from the mountain?

A thousand thousand snow shook his head, I am afraid that this wind and dust is wrongly calculated.

As far as she knows, there are at least one hundred whistle in the darkness around the house. Together with Ah San A, they are simply not able to get better.

Sure enough, the wind and the voice fell, and the room's beam was surrounded by people.

A three-way, "Mrs. With the first fifteenth to find the master, these little fish are handed over to the subordinates."

There are many people here, and they have no eyes on their swords. They are really afraid of hurting their wife.

With the help of the first and fifteen, the snow was swept away from the forest behind the house. A three words, sweeping the eyes of the moon, Caixia, two hoes into the house.

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The flowers and trees in the forest were instantly urged by the palms, and the silk fell and the pieces flew.

Between the leaves falling, the two figures undulating and flying in the dark midair into a beautiful pattern.

After the palm of the hand, the leaves fluttered, and each of them retreated to one side.

Ning Shaoqing's hand stroking his waist, "For so many years, there are not many people who force me to shine the sword."

Must be quick and quick, or wait for thousands of snow to arrive, it is estimated that it will protect the lives of the people in front of you. Moreover, his poisoning attack is imminent, and he can no longer use too much instinct.

It’s unwise to be so hard.

The wind and the dust are cold and laughing. "So, I am honored." He has already seen that Ning Shaoqing’s internal strength has not been continued. That day is his underestimation, today is the death of this person.

Since he wants to take away Cher, naturally he will not let the man who is infected with Cher live in this world. Ning Shaoqing's face is cold, "It is indeed your honor to be able to die under the sword of the magic sword Yuqing." He has already taken out the soft sword hidden in his waist.

The soft sword was wrapped around the waistband of his waist and never left. The soft sword is out, the wind and dust are two eyes, and the look is awkward. "Fantasy sword Yuqing?"

Ning Shaoqing’s hand trembled, and the soft cloth-like sword stood up. He touched the blade with his fingertips. “Exactly.”

There is a dignified color between the wind and the dusty eyes. "Are you Ning Shaoqing?"

This Ning Shaoqing refers to the nature of the village is Ning Shaoqing, and the noble person in Beijing.

There are so many people in the world with the same name and surname.

Therefore, when Feng Yuchen first heard that the name of Mr. Meng Xue was also called Ning Shaoqing, he did not associate him with Ning Shaoqing of Jingzhong.

Now the sword is out, the person is there, he is not convinced, but also believes.

Tian Qi has always called the name of the noble person, not calling his name.

Ning Shaoqing's table is sensitive, generally it will be called the brother of Min, the son of Min, or else it will be called a big son, and the name of Ning Shaoqing is very few. Who can think of the big son of the first family of Tianqi, the future owner, can not let the family business do not, seclusion in such a place that is not known.

The Ning family announced that the Ningjia Dagongzi disappeared for no reason last year.

There are so many people missing in Tianqi every year, and they are missing! In most people's eyes, it only represents two words - demise.

I haven't found it for more than a year. In such a position, it is naturally fierce. Therefore, most people think that the mysterious Ningjia Dagongzi in Jingzhong is dead. They are the sons of the big house, the fierce self-knowledge inside, and all kinds of blood and blood are even more commonplace.

Ning Shaoqing shook his sword in his hand. "I don't change my name. I don't change my surname. Ning is naturally Ning Shaoqing."

"Appreciate!" At this time, the wind dust has indeed been admired, and it is so condensed. "It can make the Dagongzi use Yuqing, but it is the luck of the dust." This is definitely a hard battle.

The blade is out of the sheath, drinking blood and returning!

Yuqing is named after this. People who have seen it, I heard that they are already dead under its edge.

When I heard that the Ningjia Dagongzi had a good character and martial arts had entered the country early, he wanted to get acquainted and didn't want to be caught in the footsteps.

Adding to the Ningjia Dagongzi, although famous, it is very low-key, and rarely appears in public, so there is no chance to meet.

I don't want to, but seeing each other at this time is already a deadly enemy.

Talking, Ning Shaoqing has moved!

A move is as lightning fast. But see Jianguang flashing, take the throat of the wind and dust.

He has been patient for a long time for this person who wants to take a wife. The husband does something wrong and must do it. Even if he is behind the wind, he will not be merciless.

The wind and dust body shape also immediately moved, and the sword in the hand blocked the cabinet and swung it away.

Who knows, his block and the pavilion have all fallen, and the palm is wrong. It is like hitting cotton. Ning Shaoqing’s sword was stabbed and his feet suddenly changed.

The wind and dust did not see how his footsteps changed. He only felt that his body suddenly changed direction. The sword clearly only stabbed his eyebrows. At this moment, the direction of the sword seemed to come from all directions, making him unable to tell which one is true or not.

Sinking and drinking, "Good sword!"

The wind and dust are good for export, and the sleeves have rolled up a force and went straight to Ning Shaoqing's face.

The phantom sword method is known as fast. If he and Ning Shaoqing fight fast, he is undoubtedly looking for death. He must use his strength - internal force.

That power is very fierce, and it is good for the blade. This is the place where Ning Shaoqing is saved. Amazing fantasy sword!

However, as long as Ning Shaoqing returned, his urgency was solved.

Ning Shaoqing’s body was only twisted, and he avoided the palm of the hand. The momentum of the sword in his hand only slowed down and the direction changed.

The change of others is only a change in the position of the shot, and the sword of Ning Shaoqing has changed, and the whole direction has changed. The sword that had been stabbed to the east seems to have become a western.

In fact, Ning Shaoqing’s sword has not changed at all, but his footsteps have changed.

Only listened to it, the sword in front of the wind and the dust had fallen, and the sleeves were cut off by half.

The wind and dust are rushing back.

Ning Shaoqing Jianguang turned into a long rainbow, and the man and the sword merged into one.

Changhong crossed, and people have already rushed over with the sword.

There is no room for this sword.

This sword is fast, accurate, and inevitable.

The wind and the dust are desperate, and the eyes are closed.

"Slow." There was a buzzing sound between the emergency.

With the sound of the screaming, a pale blue figure rushed over and blocked in front of the wind and dust, and the sword that had no room to slow down was inserted into the light blue body.

All of this happens only between the instants of the electric light and the flint.

"Miss..."

"Snow..."

"Thousands of snow..."

"Do not……"

A few exclamations sounded at the same time.

The wind and dust smashed the soft blue in front of the soft, and the thousands of snow reached out and pushed out the whole body. "You are not going fast."

She did not expect that things would develop into such a situation, I am afraid that the wind will not go away, Ning Shaoqing will definitely kill him in her presence. Although she is not a good person, she knows the gratitude pictorial. It was an indisputable fact that she had used Cher's body before she met Ning Shaoqing.

If it wasn't for Cher to summon her, she might not know what love is in her life, what is life and death, what is called 濡 濡.

Living like that is just a day of sorrow, and what is the same as waiting for death.

Moreover, she also promised her.

The wind and dust were pushed away by the snow, and looked at the hand to pick up the bright red that she had stained, and the heart hurt like a knife.

She still has him in her heart, or she will not block his arrow.

It’s strange to blame myself for not having personally escorted it on the day, so that she is in danger.

Hate only hate that there is a Ning Shaoqing in this world, so outstanding.

Resentment only complains about their gang of strangers who are wolf-hearted...

She refused herself because she was a woman, because she was not an opponent of Ning Shaoqing, and because...

For a moment, he found countless excuses for the refusal of thousands of snow.

He can't live up to her kindness, he must live. The wind and the dust are under the light, and they have already plucked out the woods, but his heart is still left in this forest forever.

It’s the best proof that the sound of the road is long and sorrowful.

Ning Shaoqing has already received the sword and flew in the past to catch the body of a thousand snow.

The strange snow is pale and wheezing, and the light blue plaque is full of bright red.

The first and fifteenth have been intimidated by the current situation. The last time my grandfather retired from the enemy, there was a secret guard. This time, they thought that if they were under the full force of the dusty son, the injured may be the aunt, but also want to help the aunt.

The two men saw the snow and all over the body. The blood wanted to go up and help, but they were restrained by the swords and swords of Ning Shaoqing’s Shuguang. They had to shed tears in front of them.

They are not optimistic about the lady.

Where do they think that the lady will rush to go out of desperation.

Didn't the lady forget the past? Don't you remember the dusty son, how can you rush forward to block the sword.

The first day can't figure out, and the fifteenth can't figure out.

Ning Shaoqing's eyes are red, but there is a watery overflow, full of violent suffocation and suffocating, but the paleness of the snow is still soft, and the voice is trembled. "You... why?"

She said that she would never be separated from herself, but in the blink of an eye, but for other men to block the sword, why not call him heartache.

Here, if there is no love, he does not believe it.

Thousands of snows weakly gasped, and said intermittently, "Today...I am sorry for him, I...he also reported three times, now, it is the first... newspaper..." It turned out that she took the identity of Cher. It is no longer a simple snow.

Cher's love, she can't afford it. However, the human condition she wants to return.

The love of the brother, the three reports should be enough...

The undercurrent of Ning Shaoqing’s body, only a sweetness in the throat, swallowing this sweet silk, he said one word: "The remaining two newspapers, I will return."

The owe of his woman, he will come back!

These eight words, powerful, throwing words, such as the mountain as the pressure of the first fifteenth, pressed to this mountain.

He, let alone she has anything to do with him.

The eyes of a thousand snow suddenly wetted.

Ben is good, she wants to live with him for a lifetime, but she did stupid things.

Reaching out, touching Ning Shaoqing's face, choked, "I... my heart... never had him..." Somehow, she suddenly remembered the old song - only you did not have him in my heart.

She wants to sing to him, but she has no strength.

"Don't talk anymore."

it is more than words!

Ning Shaoqing slammed the mouth of a thousand snow, pressed the undercurrent of the body, and immediately protected the meridians of the thousands of snow with the infuriating, stopped the blood for her.

After doing this, the strange snow has already fainted, Ning Shaoqing is also white, and his body trembles.

A cold wave came in the body, his back was stiff, and the dark road was not good. He suddenly turned around and hugged the thousands of snow and flew to Wangjiacun.

Once I went back to the courtyard of the Ning family, the black people in the yard had all gone. Ah San Awu took a few black people to clean up the sound. He put a thousand snow into the arms of the first day, and San Awu made a look and went into the bookstore.

In the first fifteenth, he rushed into the house and checked the injury. Where is the mind to guess the mind of my grandfather, only to think that the aunt is in the air.

No matter which man encounters such a situation, he will be anxious to get angry and be bored for a few days.