Poison Genius Consort

When Gonza came back, she knew what kind of big hole she had fallen into.

He whispered, "Hey, you lied to me. ”

“What did I lie to you about?” Jill is innocent.

“Your killer said you were forced into slavery!” Yes, I prefer not to be calm at this time.

“So you came to save me?” Joel asked with a laugh.

Prefer to speak plug, silent.

Still reluctant to let him go, he seemed afraid that when he let go, this guy would run away.

Shang Guanze saw that he was so throwing himself into a hug, he couldn't really see it, but he didn't know what the past was with him and this guy named Cheng. This guy sells himself to save Kim, at least he has a heart.

He stood in the door, not close, and said faintly, "Cheng, the cooperation is settled. You sign the deed with my sister. ”

Instead of answering, he went deeper into the Wolf's Cave. He had no use arguing any more. He was particularly silent.

After Kuanzawa left, he shouted to Kuanjie, "Enough of this? ”

His voice, especially fierce, was a little frightened. He let go, stood behind him and was overwhelmed.

“What the hell is going on?” I'd rather ask.

Qiuer sighed, “Go ahead in the house. ”

Upon entering the house, she smelled a strong smell of wine, which reminded her of herself cooking.

She rushed to the table and saw that the liquor at the bottom of the pot had not been burned, which relieved her. “Luckily, this is the 300-year-old snow sculpture my brother had been looking for me. ”

I'd rather take a look at it than make a sound.

He's a drinker, but this stuff doesn't affect him. He is not drunk of his own wine, nor greedy for others to be cupped.

Pour a glass of wine with great enthusiasm, “Taste it, it will definitely suit your appetite. ”

I'd rather not answer, coldly said, "What's going on, you don't say. ”

“Drink the wine first and I'll tell you.” Don't say she is more familiar with her methods, but if someone who doesn't know her sees her smile, she will guess that she is doing something in the wine.

“Say it!" Bear's patience is basically coming to an end.

“Are you afraid I'm drugged in wine?” Qiu asked with amusement.

“Yes." I would rather not hesitate to nod.

“Hey, who do you think I am?” Juan is a little angry.

“Aren't you?” I'd rather ask.

As soon as the voice dropped, he threw the wine in his hand at Ning Cheng's face and said, “Cheng, I'm telling you, you really grew up in a pile of men! But I'm clean, clean. Whatever you think of me, but you can't think of me as that kind of woman! ”

Instead of standing still and letting a face of wine flow slowly down his cheek, his long eyelashes were brisk with water beads and blurred his gaze.

This scene, this moment is so familiar, yet so far away, obviously something that happened only a few years ago, but far away as if it had happened in a previous life.

He even remembers clearly that a few years ago the wine was cold and today the wine is warm.

A few years ago, that angry face seemed to overlap with the angry little face in front of him. He subconsciously blinked to see it clearly, but the water beads on his eyelashes fell as he blinked. He clearly looked at the face in front of him, clean and good, but... there was no anger, only laughter.

Kill is laughing.

Originally a rage, she couldn't bear to laugh when she saw that Cheng was stupid. I didn't expect this murderous man to be frightened by her one day.

She handed her handkerchief, “I'm sorry, I meant it. ”

Yeah, she said, "I did it on purpose."

“You!” I'd rather not know what to do with this woman.

He didn't pick up her handkerchief and wiped the drink off his face with his cuffs. He didn't know if his breath was clogged or helpless, and he didn't realize how long he was throwing up his mouth.

“Well, you've had this drink, I'll tell you what's going on.” Jill sat down and told the truth.

Incredible to hear, he hasn't slowed down the coming of the gods yet, and he sent the ink pen and paper to him. "Write it, my brother promised to let me go. Write me the deed of sale. ”

I'd rather snort, and if he signed it, it would be the worst deal I've ever made in my life.

He stood up and said, "You're all right, I'm gone, North and South, never again. ”

In a hurry, he grabbed his right hand and stuffed the brush in, warning, "You promised! If you don't write, I promise you you won't get out of here! ”

“Cut it out.” I'd rather say it faintly.

“You don't have to write, you stay with me.” Jill said.

“I can't! Leave me alone.” I prefer to say the word seriously.

“Why don't you admit you care about me?” It was a real rush, and the indifference of his eyes frightened her.

“I just feel sorry for you. ”

Instead of putting the pen down, he wanted to go around, and he couldn't grab his right hand. In a hurry, he grabbed his left hand, snapped his finger and held it tight.

Instead of being slightly stiff and struggling like he had been held in his right hand before, he shouted, "Let go! ”

“No!” Jia 'er stubbornly.

“How the hell are you gonna let me go?” I'd rather live my life than be held hostage to a woman.

She sucked on her nose and was in a hurry to cry, but she still looked like a jerk. "You said you liked me. You said you liked me, and I let you go. ”

I'd rather be silent.

Big Happy, hastily said, “You can never say it, but stay forever. ”

I really admired this woman, “Why do you have to? ”

“Love it!” The answer was very straightforward.

She replied that her hand was unwittingly fastened, and at this point she suddenly noticed something was wrong with Ning Cheng's hand.

She hurriedly let go, holding his hand and looking carefully, shocked, “Your hand...”

At first, she thought he was resisting, so her palms were deliberately stiff, but when they were faster, she noticed something was wrong. The stiffness in his palms was not intentional, but was already there.

“What happened to your hand?” Qian asked anxiously, "Did Han Xiang hurt you? ”

Instead of making a sound, this hand... his arm was abandoned for Xiqin Fuguoye, and his hand hid something from Princess Xiqin. Nowadays, no Xiqin only Daqin, no Xiqin princess only Daqin Queen, and his hands have become a habit. If he hadn't warned you, he... forgot.

Remember, it's all intentional.

Habitual, but forgetful.

She preferred to be immersed in her world, but she was in a hurry to go crazy. She pulled Ning Cheng and kept asking, “Tell me, did Han Xiang hurt you? What's wrong with you? Say something! ”

She pulled him, checked him up and down, "Did you say something right? Where else did you hurt yourself? I'm not forcing you. Can you say something? ”

Unable to speak from Ning Cheng's mouth, he let him go and walked out the door. "Brother... help me kill Han Xiang! ”

“Jill!” I'd rather scream in haste.

Looking back, Zhang Cheng grabbed the whole heart. Because, he saw a constant hip-hop, no heart, no lungs, sharp mouth, tears...

“I... I'm fine. Han Xiang didn't get hurt.” He didn't find his voice much gentler.

He hurried back and asked seriously, "What happened to your hand? ”

I'd rather look at her than take it seriously. He said, "Hey, I'm not only blind, I've lost my hand. What do you like about me? ”

“I like that you beat me.” Perhaps this is not a reason for her to speak out, nor does she know why she likes it.

I'd rather smile, “There are a lot of people who can beat you. ”

“But I missed you!” Qian stubbornly replied.

“You don't even know who I am. How dare you like me?” I'd rather ask.

“I don't like you because of who you are.” Qian replied.

Having fought her for so many years, she has never lost, but now she is stuck silently.

“You tell me who you are!” Qiao asked.

Instead of hesitating, he said his identity. "You are the Great General of the Northern Calendar! Master of the Nings! ”

Seeing her react, she smiled unconsciously, "Now I know, not too late. ”

Ye clapped his hand violently, “Ning Cheng, I worship you the most among Daqin's generals! You've never lost a battle in the northern calendar. How did you do that? Why did you leave when you won? I've been waiting for you to become King of the Northern Legend and defeat Le Zheng by attacking Dongwu. ”

I'd rather look at her than expect her to pay attention to the war.

“Was your hand injured on the battlefield?” Qiuer asked seriously.

“Kind of.” I'd rather answer lightly.

Ye pulled his hand over again, preferring to hide, she died and pulled.

I can't figure it out. “How did it hurt? Why can't my palms move? ”

Instead of looking past the complexity, he said softly, "If you let go, I'll tell you. ”

He really let go. He'd rather take out the dagger. He was born with a small cut in his palm and pulled out a gold needle.

Tiger couldn't help but cover his mouth and frightened, “How did this needle... come? ”

“My master.” I'd rather answer honestly.

“The Queen of Qin, Han Yen Xiao?” Another surprise, "why did you hide it in your hand? This arm can't be broken, can it? Is it precious? ”

“This gold needle is...”

Instead, she took a handkerchief and wrapped it around the wound. She bounced his finger and squeezed his palm again.

Before Cheng Cheng even said the rest, he interrupted, “Take out the needle, the palm seems to be moving! ”

“Well, it moves, just doesn't have the strength.” I'd rather answer.

He grabbed his hand quickly and clasped it with his ten fingers. “It doesn't matter if you don't have the strength to hold me. ”

She clamped her hand and asked, "What did you just say about this gold needle? ”

I'd rather watch my hands tightly clamped, not know what to think, and not talk for half a day.

In fact, he cautioned against his guts, especially afraid that he would shake off her hand again and go away. So she was silent, too.

Not knowing what he had in mind, he slowly lifted his hands, clasped them together, against his lips, and kissed her on the back of his hand.

He said, "Hey, I'm staying. There is only one condition. ”

She answered without asking what the conditions were, "I promise! ”

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her and he said, "Forget who I am, I'm just Cheng. ”

"I've never been involved in your past, of course you can forget it! ”