Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

He screamed, sounding the whole meadow.

Ancient pastoralists who came here to see this scene were also astonished to forget to think.

Song Li's worried body, high and high, then fell.

That parabola, it's beautiful, it's weird.

Song Weixiao was trying to control the force of the fall. After all, in her previous life, she was a martial arts practitioner.

Light kung fu is such a thing, she controls it very well.

But... why?

Why can't she control this body?

Her whole person, before Gu Zheng caught up, hit the ground heavily.

Although the ranch was full of grasslands, she unfortunately just hit a sculpture.

This is a sculpture of a fish leap dragon door, made of steel, painted on the surface and lifelike.

Song's worried body hit the sculpture, then rolled down and rolled a few more laps on the meadow.

This torment, Song Li worried that she was going to die.

Really dying.

She wanted to let go of her hand and fall off the horse's back so that Gu Xiaoyue could blame Song Xiaoyue.

Kessou... is she suffering from herself now?

Your body hurts sweetly in the chest, and a bite of blood spills out of your mouth.

It hurts so bad it faints, my eyes become blurred.

Song Feng lay there, ears, rushing horseshoes.

She turned her head powerlessly and looked over at the horseshoe.

Gu Zheng rode his horse and rushed towards her.

She seemed, from his handsome face, to see tension and panic.

A short distance away, the horse hasn't stopped, and he jumps off the horse's back and rushes over.

“Song no worries--”

He rushed over and screamed her name anxiously.

The fear and panic on his face were not faked.

Seeing this, Song's worry-free heart, crushing.

Blurred gaze, as if to see him in an iron coat with a long sword.

Background, turned into a battlefield of dust and sand, he wore iron armor and fought with the enemy in a cool way.

The muscles on his face twisted, his armor covered in blood and his eyes torched with blood.

One sword, one life, whoever comes near him will die in his hands.

He is like a god killer, a higher god killer...

“Song no worries! ”

Seeing the sculpture hit by Song Wuxi, he rolled down again. Gu Xiao's heart ached at that moment and even stopped breathing.

He rushed up, hugged her, and held her tightly in his arms.

“Don't be afraid!” The moment he hugged her, he felt clearly that the other body was shaking.

Blood stuck in his throat that didn't spit out, hugged by him, his neck moved, and a bite of dark blood erupted.

Followed the chin down, dyed red chest ~ front clothes.

Seeing this scenario, Gu Qiu was terrified.

“I'll take you to the hospital!” Gu Zheng is going to hold Song without worry.

Song tried not to faint herself without concern.

Her gaze was blurred and she looked straight at Gu Jiao.

After clearly feeling his breath, Song Feng grabbed his arm tightly.

Her obscure mind, at this point in time, is a thing of previous life.

“Oriental Xuan... please... don't beat me to the Nine...”

Her brother, just married, her parents, very old. How could Oriental Xuan kill them all?

He forgot, when he was a kid, he used to come to her house to eat and play, and her parents loved him like their own son?

Gu Qiu listened and his heart pounded.

He bowed his head and looked at the woman who had fainted in his arms.

Oriental Xuan?

Who is Oriental Xuan?

“Song, wake up!” Gu Zheng patted Song's worry-free face. Song Zheng's worry-free face has passed out.

Gu Qiu lifted her up and found that Pastoral did not know when to stand in front of her.

Pastoral hands hanging by his side, holding his fist tightly.

His eyes fell straight on Song's worry-free face.

Ben was a light-hearted peach blossom, and the waves of terror rolled over.

Seeing him standing there like a god, Gu Zheng glanced at him coldly. Then he hugged Song Wuxi and walked toward Ah-Hei.

Gu Zheng placed Song Wuxi on the horse's back, held her with one hand, grabbed the horse rope with one hand, then jumped handsome, sat on the horseback, and went horseback riding.

Ancient pastoral figure standing straight there, Ben rolled his horrific peach blossom eyes and gradually calmed down.

His eyes looked at the distant horse, and his eyes narrowed, and Oriental Xuan --