Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Twenty years later...

White snowflakes, disturbing, snowing day and night, all over the earth, white.

In the past, K-country was cold and also frosty. In fact, it was frosty and colder than snow.

This year, there was white snow in K country. Many people who had not seen snow were excited. No matter how cold it was, they came out to watch the snow.

Wind, chilling, whistling.

Scratch on the skin, like a cold, sharp knife, scratching through the fleshy pain.

This winter, colder than usual, the trees have long since turned into bald old men.

White snow presses against the branches, like shoulder strain, and the entire spine is bent down.

Snow out the window, floating.

Indoors, a dead silence, Huang Ling the whole person, like no longer angry, lying on the couch.

Twenty years later, the years that passed on her face would only make her more mature, beautiful and decent.

Look at the ceiling quietly and without light.

Mobson took a bowl of soup out of the kitchen, and it hurts to see her like this.

Their precious daughter, Mo Chingfeng, died in the country!

Their precious daughter, when she grew up, became a Special Forces soldier, a very capable girl.

The power of things, like Mobson.

She is given every major task, and every task she accomplishes well.

This time, she died.

Huang Ling could not accept this fact. After being buried yesterday, he went home and never spoke.

Her precious daughter, skilled and beautiful, how did she leave her like this?

Mobson came to her, lifted her up and lowered her voice to comfort her: "Huang Ling, want to open up a little. ”

“…” Huang Ling did not weep, just like a soulless person, the whole person was shuddered.

How do you want to drive? She doesn't have a daughter.

“When we agreed that she would do the job, we knew her dangers.” Mobson's eyebrows were a little tired.

He's sadder than Huang Ling, but what can he do?

It was Mo Chingfeng who wanted to be a Special Forces soldier, and she insisted that none of them could object.

Everyone said that her daughter was a lover of her father's past life, and Mobson loved her.

Not anymore. Can he not be sad?

But he was a man, and he was a soldier, and he knew that his daughter's sacrifice was honorable. He can't cry.

Though it's really sad--

“I disagree, you agree.” Huang Ling said sadly.

“That's the life the wind wants. ”

Huang Ling's eyes turned a little, and she looked at Mobson, "Brother Mo, do you think our daughter is living in another world? Like me? ”

Mobson nodded: “It should be, but we don't know. ”

Huang Ling's face was filled with sadness, "I wish a strange girl had suddenly knocked on my door and told me that she was our daughter and told me about her childhood. But no, I waited at home all day, didn't wait..."

“Huang Ling, tell her family she's not dead, can she do it? ”

Huang Ling shook her head: “She can't do it. ”

“What if our daughters continue to live in a world we are not familiar with, as they do without fear? How did she get back to us? ”

“Brother Mo...” Huang Ling sat up and hurled into Mobson's arms. "I'm so sad, I still can't believe it. The wind left me...”

Mobson looked so heavy, he couldn't believe it, “It's a fact...”

Their daughter, truly honorably sacrificed, honorably lost her duty.

“Huang Ling, don't be sad anymore, Sir Feng doesn't want us to do this. ”

Huang Ling wept: “For my daughter, for you, for Yuan Bo, I will be fine. ”

Mobson held her tight: "That's how brave it is. Death isn't scary at all, is it? Like Song, like you, you are people who have experienced death firsthand. You have to believe that our daughter is living in another world, and death is just the way to send her to that world. ”

After listening to Mobson, Huang Ling's heart felt better, but still sad.

Even if my daughter lives in another world, the result is to leave her...

South Bam Cemetery.

Cold wind blowing.

In the air, there is an intense breath of grief.

Stand a man straight in front of that beautiful tombstone.

The man fits in a black suit and the snowflake sprinkles on him, leaving his black suit with dotted white.

The man has a perfect face and a long figure.

Dark eyes, deep, beautiful eyes!

Because of the grief, the muscles on the face are tightened, making the lines of the face more rigid.

He's a familiar pastoralist.

When he received the news of the death of Lord Mo, he hurried back from abroad in the fastest possible time.

But she missed the day she was buried.

He's been secretly in love with the girl, just like that, lying cold inside.

The weather was just as sad, sad and painful as his mood.

He stood there, staring straight into the picture, smiling girl.

She's so pretty, she's so beautiful, she's got breathing problems.

He's always liked her, ever since he was a kid.

He knew that she was interested in him, just for work reasons, and that she was not in love for the time being.

Next month was her birthday, and she called him and said she wanted to spend her birthday alone with him.

He knew she liked herself, too!

I didn't expect him or her to wait for this day...

The man sadly said that his voice was extremely pleasant, but filled with sadness and anguish, "Everyone said you were brave and sacrificed your glory. Actually, I don't want any of this. If you don't insist on being a soldier, can we stick together forever? Now, are you cold lying there all by yourself? Mo Ching Wind, it's snowing. Are you cold? ”

Boom Boom Boom -

Boom Boom Boom -

A distant world, the Senrore continent.

At this time, thunderstorms and lightning intersect, except for the occasional thunderous sounds of heaven and the muffled sounds of raindrops hitting the ground, the whole earth, silence.

The Eight Kings' Palace, in a mountainous forest in the backyard of the Cold Water Pavilion, in a dark and hidden place, had a thin, scarred little hand coming out of the earth like a springshot, first from the palms, then from the small arms, shoulders, upper body... Finally, the whole person climbed out of the earth and stood Cersei, on this lightning night, it looked particularly weird.

Boom--

Through the lightning, you can see that a thin woman with sludge and chaotic hair stood there like a ghost. She glanced at her eyes, doubtfully looking around, as if to think of something. Her eyes suddenly became sharp and swollen, and her deep phoenix burst into a cold light. At this moment, she was like a ghost crawling out of hell.

She lifted her thin, painful hand and pressed her heart. Where is this? Why is she here? And how can there be a strange memory in my head?

She, Mo Jingfeng, is the elite modern special forces. Gu Xiao and Mobson tried to cultivate her.

She is well versed in medicine, poetry and drawing...

She got shot in the heart when she was on the job...

Mo Qingfeng frowned more tightly. She died of a gunshot wound to her heart, but now she is sore. Her limbs are like a broken heart ache. Is she alive?

She looked around. How could she be in the bamboo forest?

Weren't you lying in the hospital this time?

What happened to that strange memory in my head?

Her eyebrows were wrinkled tighter, she was shot in the heart and died, but now she's sore, her limbs are like broken heartache, and she died in the Kowloon Ball lab, how can she wake up in this deep forest?

What happened to that strange memory in my head?

She didn't have time to figure out what kind of memory she had in her head, and suddenly there was a cold, overbearing voice behind her: "Go back with me! ”

Mo Jingfeng turned around and stood a man a few meters away. As soon as a man attacked the black robe, the pouring rain did not wet his clothes, as if he had a huge invisible umbrella over his head. He emitted a gloomy scent. Mo Jingfeng could not see his face clearly, but could feel his eyes as if Shu Luo was killing God.

“Who are you?” Mo Qingfeng asked coldly. When the voice came out, she couldn't help but be surprised. How did this sound so weak?

She looked down at herself, naked, much smaller than her bones. What the hell is going on? So thinking her head began to swell, she tossed her head gently, pressed the memory that had emerged, and looked cold at the man in front of her like Shura.

“Lonely Zenan.” The man pulled his thin lips and his cold, deep eyes fell on Mo Qingfeng. He was very dissatisfied with her bones and looked too weak.

Mo Qingfeng frowned and looked unhappily at Lonely Zenan, “Who is Lonely Zenan? Was it King Yan? ”

Lonely Zenan's eyes sink, and the shady smell of cold bones is stronger, and a dark, cold smell gathers in the air.

“Follow me back!” Once again, lonely Zenan coldly said that he would not rest until she felt that he would not go back with him, still in a dominant tone.

Mo Chingfeng is the treasure that Mobson and Huang Ling hold in their hands.

Gu Xiao and Song Li Xiao also regarded her as a treasure, even the sons of Muxiao and Gu Xiao as treasures.

In the army, they also respect her very much.

Now by a man I don't know, with such a bad attitude, let her go back.

Mo Qingfeng couldn't help laughing. She didn't want to give in to him at all. She raised her head arrogantly: “I don't know who you are, but your attitude disgusts me. I won't go back with you! ”

She doesn't know who he is?

Mo Qingfeng said, like a sharp dagger into the heart of lonely Zenan, his heart hurts severely, his fist in his sleeve is tight, “I must take you home today! ”

“If you can take me back, take a look at yours...”

The word ’competent' has not yet been said, Mo Qingfeng shocked, staring at the man nearby, what is going on? Is she blind?

As she opened her mouth, the man approached her like a whirlwind, and she flashed in front of him, and he stood in front of her like a powerful ghost who had just come out of hell. As he approached the shady bully, it was even more obvious, and she saw his face!