Dandere General and his Lord

The ink bridge is born with a double eyebrow, stretching the acupuncture road, slowing blood.

Cheng Qian leaf pulls out of clothing and gave him.

The fingers of the ink bridge were gently held her wrist, took over the band, and cleansed his wound.

"The owner, it is not far from the battlefield, not safe, not for a long time. You walk along the river, or temporarily go to the mountain to avoid it."

"Good." Cheng Qian leaf nodded.

The ink bridge solves his own waist knife, plug in the middle of the leaf. The handle of Cheng Qian leaf portable, showing more than practical, gorgeous Sword solved in his hand.

"The enemy has raided, and I wanted to punish my army. But I think Yu General will soon can control the situation, organize a good counterattack. The owner, you only need to guarantee your safety, and the rescue of Yu General is good."

Cheng Qian leaf reaction came: "You, don't you go with me?"

Although she has gradually adapted to this era.

However, her bones are a woman who grows up in modern urban urban, and she called her in the threat of death, and she entered the wild survival of this ridiculous smoke, so that she could felt fear. Her potency wants to rely on this man who trusts her.

Ink bridge has revealed a difficult expression and avoids the look of the extension.

Cheng Qian leaf suddenly realized that ink bridge seems to be calm and organized, it speaks with her, and it is true that he is red blood. He sat on the ground and supported the arm on the side or even shakes in a faint.

He is unable to stand up.

Cheng Qian leaf squats around him, "Come, I will back you."

The ink bridge is looked at her, and his lips are gently moved, don't talk.

"Don't go, hurry up." Cheng Qian leaf side said.

The slender finger of the blood climbed her shoulder.

"Put me, you can." The low-dumb male voice rang behind him.

Cheng Qian leaf feels sinking shoulders, and the man behind him bite his legs in his legs. Another hard force, Fang Juqiang stood up and slowly stabilized.

"Can you go?" Cheng Qianye asked. She knows her heart, she is impossible to carry how far the ink bridge is going.

"As long as you die, I can go."

As long as the Lord needs me, I can go, I have to go.

Cheng Qian leaf put his arm on his shoulders, held his waist in one hand, try to let the ink bridge on himself.

"Walk together. You can't die."

The two barely left the river bank and fell into the mountains.

The sky is gradually dark, the moon rises on the treetop.

Silent spring mountain, tree shadow.

Cheng Qian leaf feels that the weight of Mo Bridge is gradually increased, and his footsteps are getting slower and slower, and finally stopped.

"Bridge." Cheng Qianye is worried.

Mochi's head covered with a plurality of hair covered.

Under the irradiation of the moonlight, only the light and straight nose is getting a big cold sweat. The thin lips are slightly smashed, and they can't breathe a group of fog.

Cheng Qianye found a relatively hidden place to let the ink bridge that fell into a semi-stateful state lying on the ground.

Although it is already spring, the mountains of the night, still with the chill of the bone.

When Mochi is running in the water, it has been wet, and it is cold.

However, Cheng Qianhui did not dare to live fire, she thought, took off the Yugui's wet clothing, smilked with hand, hanging on the branch.

She looked at the ink bridge that was unconscious, she turned over, took off her inside and away, and the slightly wet robe was still put on. The dry lingerie is lightly covered on the naked body of the ink bridge.

When the clothes with body temperature covered into the cold skin, the ink bridge was born, wakes up. He felt a soft arm, took his shoulders, and took himself into a warm embrace.

The Lord is sitting in the mountains, let the body are lying on his legs, tat his hair in one hand, looking at the darkness of the night.

The pair of stars in the stars, bright and moving in the night,

"You sleep well. I am coming to alert." The voice of the owner rang in his head.

Can't sleep, Moqiao has reminded himself that it is too dangerous here, and must mention the spirit and guard the main public.

However, a warm body temperature is transmitted on the skin, and a faint fragrance is smelling in the nasal cavity.

In this world, the voice that makes him relieved is not stopped in his ear: "Sleep. Don't sleep."

Can't sleep, he whispered, slowly closed his eyes.

In the late night of this crisis, Moqiao has fallen into peace of mind.

......

When Cheng Qianye woke up, the sky was already bright.

She sat from a bunch of milf and branches, I would like to think about where it is.

Her body covered a white lingerie, followed by her got up to the soft that is grass.

Cheng Qian leaf found himself hidden in some obstetrics and branches.

Just now, it is basically able to fall asleep alone.

When did I fall asleep, bridge?

Cheng Qian leaf is looking forward to it, I didn't see the figure of Moqiao.

Her hand placed a leaf, a green blade, a rooted fruit.

That fruit is about two fists, and the epidermis with some yellow mud and root must. Cut is a white flesh, and I have found that it is born, a lot of water, slightly sweet.

Cheng Qian leaf is hungry in the abdomen, uses a small knife carrying with you, cutting the root root into a few petals, and licking the ink bridge in one side.

Where did the bridge run, he hurts so heavy, but it has been going up early and do so many things.

Such a wilderness, there is still him, or I am afraid I am hungry and sleep here.

Things are not distinguished, the grain does not have a skill that does not have the skills of field survival.

Not much more, the grass is separated, and the figure of the ink bridge has appeared.

He wear his own half-dry black, holding a container folded out of a broad-leaved fold, a clear water inside.

He saw Cheng Qianye woke up, showing a smile. Single knees are in front of Cheng Qian leaf, holding the water hands.

Cheng Qian leaf is at his hand, and a few mouthfuls of water is filled with a breath.

"Have you eaten by Bridge?" She raised her hand on white.

Ate. I'm not hungry. Can't deceive the owner.

When Moqiao's head is also transferred in these three options, Cheng Chi leaf has grip his fingers and puts the flesh to his hand.

The ink bridge has smashed his hand, but he was hung in the thousand leaves.

"How is it so hot."

Cheng Qian leaf pinchs the hands of the ink bridge and does not let him avoid it. Another hand explored, touched his forehead.

The skin of the forehead rollers scare.

"Fever? Burning is so powerful!"

Cheng Qian leaf looks at the color of the dark, the mood is complicated.

She knows that she likes this man very much, but in her subconscious, I don't consciously put myself in a high place, I feel that I am given and paid.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that she had a self-righteousness, but it was built in some small things that he was tall higher and easily.

Mo Bridge is born to her, but it is full of effort, abandoning everything, and even put her more than life. Although he didn't fall in love with himself.

She pulled a lot of ink, letting him sit on the pile of this pile sitting, pressing his shoulders, forcing him to rest down.

"Master." Muqiao struggled.

"I am lying, I will be angry."

Cheng Qian leaf uses the remaining water to wet a handkerchief, covering the head of the ink bridge. Gently cover the clothes.

Sitting on his side of his legs, with a knife, cut the rest of the fruit, white flesh, cut into small pieces, one bit, fed in the mouth of the ink bridge.

"Fast." She said.

The eyes of the ink bridge came back and put the face on the inside of the mountain.

Cheng Qian leaf stretched out and touched the hot head. Under her palm, Moqiao's eyelashes closed his eyes closed, and the skin around the eye was slightly red.

It's a contradictory personality, he is clearly a strong man, but there is such a cry in front of me.

The heart always happens in an instant, and people can't prevent it.

But Cheng Qianye is not ready to avoid his inner feelings.

I really like him, he is so cute, let me feel.

Cheng Qian leaf looked at the side of the ink bridge, and the poor and cute clear tears, could not drill from the thick eyelashes, and went over the red nose.

Cheng Qian leaf bites a lip, I really want to kiss him, tell him loudly, I like him, I look at him.

However, the heart of Jen's leaf is down again, she sighs in my heart.

Although he is loyal to me, he doesn't like me.

When Xiao Embroids, when I saw this face of the lovers, I will spread the pink light from the depths of the soul. That is an emotional symbol.

Mo Bridge is a whispering blue sky, the first time, the first time, thousands of leaves feel a loss.