Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

He flipped her body over, and her teeth fell on the tip of her tongue, but fell on the comb in her hand, and those uneven teeth burst into her heart like a sharp prick.

Still laughing, fine.

The man's body was crushed and suddenly jumped.

The wind swept past her and she heard heavy objects being knocked over.

She nodded her eyes and looked in the direction of the temple gate.

At first sight it was white as snow, when the white robe was bright red.

The White War Maple stood under the doorway, and the eyes of the old Huarong Qingshui seemed to have stopped all the movement.

She saw something flashing in his orbit and then quickly rolled down. Behind him, his shiny legs trembled violently and fell to the ground.

Ear to ear, shouting, roaring.

The light in his eyes is a bloody little wolf wrapped around Dragon Shuwen.

She heard the wolf hissing awesome, like crazy. This little beast, completely insane and irrelevant to his life, was stabbed by Dragon Shuwen into several swords, tearing each other's hands out of a large piece of flesh.

Suddenly, a white shadow fell on her with a warm and bloody robe, and the man's figure tangled with each wolf.

“Dragon Shuuwen, you die. ”

She had never heard the White War Maple speak in such a tone, his voice was like a replacement for a person, and that shady and fierce tone was such a chestnut tone.

She woke up in a flash, muttering, “Brother, you can't kill him! If he dies, the dragon will die! Get him, Dragon. He's the only cure! ”

The White War Maple did not respond.

Crystal fell to her side, wrapped her robe tight, and swallowed: “Don't be afraid, madam. Yuhuan, they are fighting with Dragon Shuwen in the forest in front of them. They will be here soon. Ning Junwang's men have come. ”

You can't let people know what's going on here! They know, and if the dragon doesn't know...

“Jing Ying, I can't move. Get me out of here first!” She broke her hand, endured a sharp pain, dragged her hand, and touched her shiny shirt.

Jing Ying did not understand, but did not hesitate at all to lift her up, but she was seriously injured, but also supported to come, how could she hold Xuan.

Both fell at the same time.

At this time, the dragon cultivator's eyebrows in the battle quickly sinked, falsely tricked and snatched the door away.

The wolf shouted, as the shadow flew with its wings, and the white battle maple flashed, and it was going to chase out. Jing Yingqian said: “General, there are people outside, Long Shuwen can't go, Mother's hands and feet are broken, Jing Ying can't hold her, take her away first! ”

It's a little lake buried in the woods.

Moon, lake light.

Face, tears.

Using the woods as a support plate, the broken hands and feet were temporarily secured, and the body, a little better than the helpless one of the previous moments.

She was placed on a rock by the lake, her eyes dripping, and she was still unable to do her activities.

The White War Maple took the dragon out of the Purple Su statue.

He was still unconscious, still handsome and pale.

But that weak breath, she bit her teeth, he was alive.

Alive.

Simply told Jing Ying things, so Jing Ying could never say that she had been to the temple tonight.

Crystal was always hard, but her eyes were tearing.

As soon as the White War Maple took her off the roof, she saw Duan Yuxuan and others walking in from outside the temple.

Jing Ying asked, where is Long Shuwen?

Duan Yuhuan said that Ning Junwang had led the chase.

He's finally safe.

In the courtyard, quietly, lying several bodies.

Those are Dragon Shuuwen's men.

White war maples and wolves killed them.

The clothes were destroyed and the outer robe of the White War Maple was wrapped in haste.

After doing this, Ren Wu Feng took her to the boarding house, borrowed a women's dress, and brought her here.

You can't stay there.

My body aches, my heart is dull, I don't know what I want.

She wants to take a shower.

The smell of the body still makes people's stomachs shake, but they don't even have the strength to take a bath.

Looking at a lake of water, she tried to move her hands and feet, sweating cold on her forehead.

The White War Maple stood beside her and was as quiet as she was.

She dropped her eyes on the floor in shock as his hand suddenly crossed over.

She was drenched in chestnuts, but she couldn't move.

He has carried her into his arms.

He smells bloody, but his breath, like it used to be, smells clean.

She's still scared.

She trembled in his arms.

“It's not good for you, if you can make it sooner...”

She heard voices coming from over her head, and his solidly orthodontic body was slightly war-torn.

His voice seemed to be tightly overwhelmed, not repeatedly warm and pleasant, and the pain inside was like the yellow sand of the swamp, which had been deposited for thousands of years.

She tried to comfort him, her lips were wide open, but there was no sound.

How can I comfort him when he is broken and cannot even comfort himself?

She tried to cry but felt she was not worthy.

Her husband was there, and she did something.

If, from the moment the White House promised her guardianship, he was certain that he would never love another woman again for the rest of his life, for two years, his parents said, "War, marry your wife, save a little for the White Family."

He laughed, he was more in the city, and at night, when he couldn't sleep, he would think of her, he would think of the words of his parents.

The White House, too, is his responsibility.

But at this point, he knew that he would never marry again.

Though the ceremony was not completed, though only in the heart, although he was the only one to do it. Though, the idea is despicable and obscene.

But she's his wife. When he died, he would remember her lying naked in the temple, with her pointy, pale face.

He can't touch anybody else.

I thought I loved someone, but I lived and died.

He never knew she was so stupid.

He's even more jealous.

Long Fei knows, can he understand her?

If not, what about her?

He said to protect her, but he couldn't.

It's her lifetime wound.

If he can swap, he's willing to do everything he can to replace her pain tonight.

But you can't.

He couldn't even do anything but watch her suffer.

Look at her tears.

The pain and anger in his heart rose uncontrollably, and if they caught Dragon Shuwen, they took the medicine to understand...

He will surely make him suffer with a thousand knives!

Her eyes were all over the lake, and he slowly let her go, and he said softly, "Do you believe me, brother? ”

The man in front had torn off two pieces of his underwear, one soaked in the lake and slightly twisted.

Another strand, he blindfolded it.

It never occurred to me that one day there would be such intimate contact. However, such intimacy was not what she wanted or what he wanted.

Her eyes dried up and finally wet, she closed them slowly.

Let him gently, tremble open her clothes.

His hands moved gently on her, she still trembled, but understood his cautious wings, and occasionally his fingers touched her skin and immediately retracted.

His movements suddenly stopped.

He opened his eyes, but saw the man in front of him kneeling on the ground, his eyebrows wrinkled, his eyes closed slightly, the color of his eyes was very painful, the blood on his monochrome seemed to be more red, and the dry blood seemed to be pouring out again. She was shocked and said, “Brother, what's wrong with you? ”

“Cindy don't worry.” He grasped and quickly pulled her clothes together and pulled the cloth off her eyes.

Xuan was still in doubt, and he carried her into his arms and swept away.

His breathing was impatient, she was worried, even asked him, and he said nothing, but she thought he was suffering greatly. Was it the wound he had just fought with? But it doesn't look the same.