Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

Dragons don't laugh. Such a victory, he doesn't give a shit!

However, his sword strength was exhausted, and it could not be eliminated. He immediately pressed down his inner force. This reverse pressure, the inner force backfired, struck the body, a bite of blood came up again, the tip of the sword still stabbed the front chest of the White War Maple, but the castration and strength weakened.

This was the result of the succession between the two, so no one could have guessed. The sound of a gentle “puff” fell down from the clothes of the White War Maple with a soft sword.

“War!” Corning shouted, crying out loud.

He stunned and stared at the red cap that had slipped from the white maple's hand, spreading atrophy on the ground.

Sorrow swelled all over her body. She bit her teeth and pulled out a long sword from the five or seven waists beside her. The five or seven were frightening in the scene in front of her. She suddenly couldn't prevent it. She actually taught Xuan to take the sword.

The White War Maple taught her only the sword of the day, Xuan only knows how to stab, there is no trick at all...

Even in the case of serious injuries on the day, Murong Lin and seven other people joined forces, did not get cheap under Dragon's hands, let alone Xuan? However, he only looked at her bright red figure and rushed towards him like that day in Huayin Palace, looking at her in red and smiling at him.

Perhaps, the laugh of the day, she did not spread for him; just as the tears in her face did not shed for him at this moment.

Yeah. She had a blank piece of paper in her head, and she forgot about her life in the small fishing village for just a few days, and that night, she was carrying him behind her back in the long street, fragile and strong, and she finally thought she could be compassionate, and all of that, she forgot.

But once she loved him so much, he knew, then he finally knew how she loved him, that night when he was willing to die with her enemies. The country, not too much at that moment, is not that it does not love this great river mountain handed down by the father himself. But he loved her, so he didn't want her dead, that's all.

He finally understood the despair and despair when she hit the tip of Xu Xianjian in the Palace of Bihua.

But it's too late, they'll never come back.

Now, she hates him deeply because of a man.

What reason does he have to avoid her sword?

He smiled softly, listening to the sound of the tip of the sword sticking into his chest, lifting his hand three silver needles, which were protecting his three purple guards in the dark, afraid they would hurt her, and he shot the needle into their cave, blocking all their movements.

Three sounds landed.

As bright as a red plum after the snow, Xuan looked at the sword delivered by his own hand into the chest of the man in front of him, consciousness was not awake, tears had fallen from his own orbit.

“Why don't you hide?” She muttered, blurring her gaze, but it was a man who pulled a thing out of his arms carefully and handed it to her gently.

Such a light move, as if to frighten her.

“When” the sound, sword, fell to the ground. It's a comb, a wooden comb.

Everything seems to be fixed at this moment, and if it wasn't for the tears still flowing on his face, Xuan thought time had stopped.

This thing...

“This, just for you. ”

When she heard his voice coming from the front, he seemed completely unconcerned by the wounds on his chest, just staring closely at her, as if to capture every nuanced expression in her eyes.

She was afraid that he would stare so hot and stare at the little comb he was flat on her hand. Some images were pounding in her brain, making money to come out, more fierce than ever...

She had to reach out and hold her head. It hurt so much. It just hurts to think of a little and a half things...

All of a sudden, Aunt Yong, who was standing not far behind Five or Seven, came over, worried. "Madam, the slave helped you. ”

Her words dropped and she suddenly pulled the dagger out of her arms and slammed the dragon.

From the injury of the White War Maple to the injury of the Dragon Fidelity, everyone was still in shock, their eyes fell on the Dragon Fidelity, and the eyes of the Dragon Fidelity were on the Dragon Fidelity.

All of a sudden, she didn't know why, she didn't even think about it, and stood in front of the dragon.

“Little brother.” The White War Maple was in shock, but it just couldn't be saved.

The blood seemed to freeze in an instant, and the dragon did not shriek. To push away the wax, the dagger had stuck to her. He swallowed low and poured the dragon into his arms.

At the same time, a knife had not entered Aunt Yong's head.

But it was the hand that stopped the White War. He used to use the knife like Dragon Zijin. Dragon Fei and White War Maple were extremely sensitive people, but only two people's hearts were divided on the Xuan, which gave Aunt Yong a chance.

As she had been with Aunt Yong a lot since the White War, she noticed a different tone when she came out. As soon as she saw the beauty of God, she knew that she was not a real aunt, that she was an easy dresser, and immediately took her hand.

Dragon did not leave the great horror, hugged the wax, bowed down and looked at her injuries. Dragon Zijin and others rushed to the surroundings.

Fortunately, his hands flew fast after the White War. The wound on his belly was not too deep. Corning walked over and said to Dragon, “Give me this child. ”

Dragon Fei glanced at Corning and carefully placed the wax in her arms.

Uncle Shi had taken Corning's commonly used medicine kit out of the inner hall and said: "Aunt Yong was knocked out of it. ”

As Corning bandaged the cuckoo, she whispered softly: "The injury is not an obstacle, it is due to excessive emotional palpitations, weakness and unbearability. ”

She looked at the dragon coldly again.

“Thank you." The dragon didn't want to leave, just staring at the wax.

Qing Qing ran to the side of the White War Maple and swallowed: “Cousin, let me wrap it for you. ”

Put her hands on his arm and whisper, “Thank you, no need. ”

When did Qing Xuan ever hear such an indifferent tone of voice, she saw his eyes staring at Xuan, the eyebrows were worried, she held on for a moment, and quickly covered her face and cried out again.

Corning has just given up, and White War Maple and Long Fei have reached out to pick up the Xuan.

The White War stopped with a long sigh and sighed: “Warrior, stand down. ”

“Dad, my son can do anything you want. He's the only one who can do anything. Forgive my son. ”

White battle maple frown, slow down.

His tone was mild, but he was resolute and resolute.

The White War ended, closing his eyes and smiling bitterly: "Do you know who the new husband is? ”

“Whoever he was had nothing to do with his son, and today he had no right to ask about the New Year's Eve, even though he was carrying it first.” The White War Maple bit his teeth, and he saw his father's face disapproving, grieving and holding his hands tight.

“Warrior, he is the emperor today, and whoever you are marrying today is his princess.” The white war stopped with a stubborn face and a bitter smile.

Fengfu, excluding the five or seven and the end of the White War, including Corning's Inner Yan and others did not know the identity of the dragon. I'm not shocked to hear it.

The White War Maple wandered, and this man was the emperor? And she's the queen?

A moment filled with sadness and excitement. Hundreds of years ago, the White House was almost annihilated by royal brutality, and today... is he going to arch his beloved woman?

If he is dear to one another, he has nothing to say, and even if he is grieving, he is willing to be full. But she's not happy.

She's so unhappy.

Even Corning approached with a bitter smile, wrapping his wound around him, a few steps away from his internal strength.

He was shocked and quickly closed his thick but angry inner strength. Corning turned to him to show that it was all right. He nodded and looked deeply at Xuan Xuan.

Her eyes closed and curled in the arms of the Emperor. Without the shadow of her face, he thought, she must be pale at the moment. Thinking about it, my heart aches, and I'm suddenly crazy.

Dragon Fei reached out to seal the cave, stop the blood, tighten the wax, this delicate body, after these difficult days and nights, finally returned to his arms, although she forgot, she still loved him, otherwise, she would not have saved him. She was his little seven and he was ecstatic... he would never let her leave him again.