Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

She is an old lady. Though he does not know, he does not realize that he is sorry for her.

She's not happy at all, it's not what she wants, sorry love is nothing, and she doesn't want it anymore.

She's tired. She just wants to get out of here.

With Yuzhi and others to protect her, she knows that Yuhuan will be fine, and tonight, even if she dies, she can't take her nephew, she can only stay with him.

Now she just wants to go.

Without anyone stopping her, she left.

She listened to Neon, crystallized and called her, the breeze looked at her angrily, and Chasan and Ning Jungwang were shocked and complicated.

Just a few steps away, her lower back hurts, her back against a hot chest, she hears a broken scream, “Dragon never leaves. ”

One sound, shocked and rushed.

That's the chase… and then the noise of who and who got confused.

But in a blink of an eye.

Like the silk cloth, the dome's stars are vast, and the grass leaves are scattered throughout the sky.

Horseshoe chirping.

She was tied to her waist by a man and placed in a saddle in front of her horse.

Horse disease runs in the woods at night.

Her heart aches, every breath hurts, she can't stay in his breath... his breath is so heavy.

She struggled to come down, trying to leave the man behind her, but her hard, iron-cast arms tightened her tight, his legs clamped to her legs, she couldn't struggle, and her breath was so autonomous and so deep as a drowner.

She hated it so much, she leaned down to bite his gripping hand.

The stars bared, reflecting the blood on his back.

He didn't even tremble a little more, strangling her arm.

She didn't want to go back to the palace, but he led her to the Imperial Gate, as he always did.

Downstairs, several city guards held the blade to intercept the horseman, but as soon as they saw it, the men's robe quickly returned to its original position, playing the horn, only heard the horn loudly, and the city gate flew wide open to both sides.

Horseshoe climbed, wherever he went, the Prohibited Army lay down on its knees and bowed to its tentacles - a gift only to greet the monarch.

Her tears were blurred and she tilted. Around the palace, the people on the ground lay silent all the way.

The breath behind him grew heavier and heavier, and his sweat even wet her robe.

She almost bit him in the back of the hand, she didn't know if it hurt, but she knew he was angry.

The angrier he gets, the harder she bites.

Between them, it seemed that from the outset they were not doomed to a brutal death.

Outside the Tan Xiu Palace, Lu Kai led the restraining army inner servant to the ground on his knees. He ignored him, laughed coldly, stepped down the horse, pulled a hug with one hand, and grabbed her off the horse.

Her stomach rubbed over the saddle, hurting her to scream, voice not finished, saw his eyes ironically, she bit her teeth closed, did not want to show weakness.

At the end of his eyebrows, she only had time to see the bright eagle in his eyes, so he was taken into the darkness of the room.

She didn't think, really didn't think, that going back to that bed in the old days would be such a moment.

Her cries seemed to distract him, and her body weighed sharply.

“Xiao Qi. ”

She heard him, her voice depressed the pain.

She died in the darkness covering her torn clothes, but could not grasp them. She understood that voice, he was not calling her, he was calling for the year.

She was sad, he had left her and moved quickly, but she always felt that his departure was a little hasty. In her ears, it was the sound of something falling in the room, a table and chair or something. He was in a hurry, kicked over something and avoided her like an evil epidemic.

The room was suddenly torn apart by a glowing light, and the mantle on the pearl outside the bed at night did not know when it would be lifted.

The red in his eyes was homicidal, and she could smell his heavy breath.

She subconsciously lowered her head and looked at herself - her clothes were so shattered that she couldn't hide herself, her belly slanted, her dress so messy that she slipped to her knees, and her whole body lay in front of him, just like every other time. The difference is, she met him, she didn't know him, he was blind, she hated him.

After all the ordeal she endured, did she die on his hands? She said to herself, "Don't be afraid. How can you not be afraid? You tremble slightly, but you can still laugh." What did the slave do so that the Emperor tried to kill me? ”

She knew that if she didn't slap her just now, she would have a hidden answer in her heart. The answer made her unable to hold on to the palpitations, but it was a little unknown, and she really no longer understood him. Perhaps three years is not so short that she will never know him again.

He glanced at her, his eyebrows were fierce and his eyes were killing him harder.

The tip of the sword has reached her heart.

Without the veil of her shirt, the blood beads broke a little from her snowy skin, dyed his sword, and the wound was numb and painful.

She wondered whether she should tell him who she was, lest he should kill himself by mistake, and even save the Buddha a month. Not good value for money.

His hands seemed to be steady, and the tip of the sword never scored again, only his breathing was aggravated.

After all, she was with him for three years, and he was rare in the past, and he did have few moments of calm and hesitation. Now, he's hesitating...

Her body suddenly leaned forward, his eyebrows sinking, but faster than hers, the tip of the sword moving out a few inches.

She got out of bed and looked cold at the man in front of her, "You're going to kill me because you like me and feel guilty about being old, aren't you? ”

“Dragon, do I want to get laid or do you want to get laid yourself?” Her lips flashed, pointing her fingers across the street to the gorgeous warm room, and she laughed: “You don't want to fuck me, where did you go that year? You know you're gonna do that to me one day! ”

She smiled delightfully. At the moment when the light appeared, she looked at the other side of the bed and found the wax missing. The body had been removed sometime after the western cold!

He stood where his eyes were cold, yet his lips were tight, but he never spoke, and the ground was bright and cold.

As she walked out of bed and walked towards him for a moment, he let go of his sword.

The sword is blind, afraid of hurting anyone. It really hurts who.

He can't do it to her. Zhu Qi's eyes were wet, but his heart was even more sad.

“So you moved the Yearling.” She laughed at the accusations, “she said deeply. That's all your feelings for Yearling are. Why don't you have fun with me? Don't forget that you and Wen Ruyi had children long ago. Why don't you just take her back to the palace every time you go to see the princess?”

Her mouth was unfinished, her neck had been strangled, his movements were too fast, she could not even react, her eyes had fainted, suffocated and bored for a moment. Her throat was burning and she could not squeeze out half a silk noise. When she thought she would die like this, her neck slackened and she fell to the ground.

In the sun, she only heard footsteps away, crisp as a chirping sound of rain, and splashed all around her. A cold thing slammed on her face and fell to the ground again. She struggled to look at the ground and saw nothing but white... countless beads scattered across the floor.

She glanced forward, and the beads on the crystal curtain swayed sharply. She always liked the curtain, but it was broken. She also finally understood that he and she, indeed, had become the past.

She climbed up slowly, walked to the door and opened it.

Outside the door, the forbidden army is heavy.

He's going to imprison her? She thought, closing the door and sitting down on the floor. Cold and dizzy, he doesn't want to go to sleep until the Orient is white.

He stayed away… she thought that she had hit his heart.

I don't know how long after that, some voices came, she subconsciously opened the door a few cracks, only saw a few women kneeling in the yard... are they newbies?

She didn't know what was happening. Dozens of forbidden armies were surrounded by blade rings, and one frown crept in the yard, but it was Chasan. Duan Yuxian stared at the women on the ground, staring at them with her eyes stiffened, as she stood beside Neon in a panic.