Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

Long Zijin lowered his voice: “Brother Jiu, look, this wind master and Lady Feng are unusual characters. ”

Dragon smiled softly: “Ten brothers have a good look. ”

Jade leaves his mouth shut, "Of course it's not easy in this big rich house in Yanxia County. ”

“Little girl knows nothing.” Chasan laughed.

Yu snorted coldly and asked the aunt next to him, "Auntie, why haven't you seen the bride and groom yet? ”

“Hey, little girl, look over there. Isn't that coming out? ”

Yuzhi just looked in the direction of the woman's fingers. A shout of cheer and applause had erupted in the hall, only to see both sides of the hall, everyone walked out. On one side was the charming, clean and handsome bride. He stood in the hall, his eyes curled to the other side, and everyone looked in the same direction... Ximai walked out with the bride behind her back.

The call came out again.

Jade glanced, one pair of eyes sliding around the bride, completely unaware that several of the men beside him had changed their face.

“This wind man is him?” Dragon Zijin shook.

Chasan, the breeze changed its eyes and was shocked.

The day in the firestorm building... the wind battle boulder.

On that day, in the firestorm building, the fresh wind was dispatched by the dragon, tracked the wind battle boulder, and then saw him enter the room with a hug, even to report the dragon, even though it was a surprise, but the dragon Zijin and the fresh wind did not know what had happened at that time, but Chasan knew something implicitly, the detective had been tracking the man's whereabouts, and the wind battle boulder had completely lost track in Leyang County... He looked toward the dragon, only to see the dragon not leaving the corner smiling, but his eyes were dark.

The eyes of the White War Maple have always been on the bride, but the dragon is not divorced, etc.

By then, the bride had descended from the bride. White War maple housekeeper Uncle Shi slightly turned his head, Uncle Shi would like to walk into the hall, smiling: “The auspicious time has arrived, please send the bride and groom a gift from heaven and earth, a gift from the high hall, a prayer. ”

The crowd calmed down and waited for the wedding.

Xifeng held the bride side by side with the White War Maple and laughed and said: “Worship the heavens and the earth. ”

Green smile cold, gently pat the little girl in front of you, the child has long been instigated to nod...

It was just a gap between the ears, and the crowd saw nothing but a small figure in the hall running to the bride in front of her body, lifting her red cap.

Everyone was shocked. Soon, someone screamed in disgrace. Together, the sound of horror, shock, panic came back to life in the hall.

“How did this bride end up like this? ”

The crowd is squeezing, pointing a horrible finger...

Looking at the red silk on the ground, he smiled bitterly and was about to bend over to pick it up. A long, white hand had grabbed before her.

A voice sounded softly at the same time, shocked, deeply painful, angry, confused, but overwhelmed all the noise and chaos in the hall.

“Xiao Qi. ”

Who and who often meet.

On the stone table, the poem she wrote before she left, was also like a bloodstain on his heart.

Wrap him so tight he can't breathe.

These days, he died suppressing himself not to think about the poem, not to mock the deity of her departure, all kinds.

When he thinks about it, he can't calmly direct the way he's laid out.

Because, when you think about it, you're crazy.

In 14 years, he hasn't said a word to Ruyi, but the other day he chopped his hand off the comb in her hand and said to her cold, I sent someone to send you back.

Then he said to Longzijin: "Do it. ”

As soon as the words fell, he ran into the backyard to unravel the horses and chased them.

Hit the horse and chase it at the most brutal speed.

In the whistling wind, you can hear one wound, one rupture.

I didn't dare to stop, I didn't want to stop until I fell on my horse's back, and before my consciousness fell into the dark, there was a voice in my brain telling him, "Dragon, you're wrong.

Yes, he's wrong. Without even ordering Purple Guard, the Prohibited Army chased them, they chased them themselves.

His injuries, even if caught up, might not have saved her.

But when I heard she fell into Murong Lin's hands, there was nothing else in his mind.

How to repress, later, I thought about it.

Want to see her again, want to talk to her.

He even thought about a thousand beginnings.

Just don't have a beginning with this moment.

She lowered her head and stared at the red cap on the floor.

She's going to marry someone else.

Her face was ruined, except for the fleshy scar, which was full of pussies.

“It's you.”

The White War Maple frowned and he moved, trying to block in front of the Xuan, but the dragon was one step faster than him.

In the hall, I don't know who took a slight breath, and the voice instantly quieted down.

But between them, the phoenix man carried the ugly bride into his arms, and retreated a distance.

If only one word is allowed to release the emotions of the moment, the dragon can't help it.

For the first time in my life, there's nothing I can do.

She was dressed in red. Once upon a time, he walked across the crowd and watched her walk towards him in a red glow.

She's his bride, how can she be someone else's bride?

It was an extremely calm rage, and he wanted to strangle her.

However, in his arms she trembled, her mouth slightly open, raised her eyebrows, like Xiliang had never had a full moon, her eyes like a frightened beast, the scar on her face, looking at him in awkwardness, close to clearly, it was with the kind of little knife with the prick, so that, every next knife, the skin and flesh were rolled out, the pain was extreme, such wounds were also difficult to heal. It's a desperate wound.

One knife even fell on his eyelid, a little more, and blinded his eyes.

The shadow of the flower branches all over his face, as if to blossom out the year, only the mulberry remains.

In fact, in her memory, she was only 10 years old, much bigger than Yu.

However, the wounds on her chest, on her shoulders, on her arms, and on this face...

She followed him for months and seemed to have ended her life.

Anger, all of a sudden disappeared.

I actually had a slight tingle in my eyes, and then the tingle slowly widened, and my eyes blurred.

Finally, he pinched her shoulder and whispered, "Seven, can we go back? ”

“Xiaoqi, let's go back, I'll heal your face wound, I'll kill the Murong clan to avenge you, okay?” His mouth was low and he asked if it was okay, and his long fingers caressed the scar on his face, but his tone was cold.

Murong... the blood in his eyes is crippling.

Death doesn't work either.

How could he let them bully her like that?

Shuisheng, has sent Ziwei back to the village to take him back to the palace.

If he bullies her, he won't let one go...

Who is he? Don't talk to her in this tone. It's a deeply loving tone. It's filled with sorrow and pain even though it's hidden tightly, but they shouldn't be like this. He loves not her, not her... with his eyes wide open, as if someone was twisting his head with a knife, touching his cheek, shouting, pushing hard away the man holding him.

“Shut up, stop talking. I don't want to listen to you. My head hurts when you say it...”

Clearly he spoke only a few words to her, but the horror and despair that flashed in the carriage of the day all burst into his mind, his head clasped tightly, and he sighed.

What has she been through since she left? Her eyes reflected her, the ugliness of her face, the pain and tears of her eyes. He looked at her so stunned, he forgot to take her back into his arms for a moment.