The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Xiao Qifeng looked at the ugly scholar, as well as the stubborn Nangong Crystal, with a bloodthirsty smile at the corner of his mouth: "Now I hope the Nangong Prince will explain to us why the Nangjiang worm appeared on the Prince's side of the people, and it will also be used in my walking palace. ”

Nangong Cher was completely stupid this time, looked at the scholar, and the scholar is now blue and has no intention of managing him.

Nangong Moon stood by and watched the scene, suddenly feeling very ironic.

“This has nothing to do with Prince Ben.” None of the students wanted to take care of themselves. Nangong thought about it and said something about the relationship. “Prince Ben didn't even know he had these things. ”

Direct shirking of responsibility led to the dissatisfaction of the writer: "Don't you know? ”

Now that things have been revealed, the original schoolteacher is still trying to figure out how to get them out of this thing, but now he sees Nangong Cher's attitude, he suddenly doesn't want to.

“Don't be ridiculous.” Nangong suddenly panicked.

The scholar took one thing and looked at Joe Tianjin: “I know your wife, it means Nangong. ”

One word, and tell them that he knows it.

Qiao Tian looked at Nangong Cher coldly: "Want to turn my wife into a puppet? Nangong Cheol, who gave you the guts? ”

Nangong Crystal's face changed dramatically, which is that the scholars also had some accidents, and they actually knew.

Looking at Nanyu, the bookmakers suddenly knew why this man named Nanyu suddenly appeared next to Ningyu.

Probably that's how they got the news, so they called this person who knew the worm in order to protect Ning Mengyao.

“You already know that.” The scholar definitely looked at Joe Tianjin.

“Yeah, so what? ”

But the bookkeeper looked at Joe Tianjin strangely: “Ning Mengyao, we are bound to get it, Joe Tianjin, even if you know everything, so what? After all, you lost haha..."

Joe Tian's words changed his face: “What do you mean? ”

“What do you mean, calling you here today is nothing more than a cover, the purpose is still to Ning Mengyao.” Their purpose today is really to take Ning Mengyao away, not to marry the two countries.

With a flash of shape, Qiao Tianchang has arrived in front of the scholar and stretched his hand around his neck: “If anything happens to Yao Yao, I want all the people of Nanjiang and all the people of Ling Guo to bury her. ”

“Boss, this is not the time.” Nanyu also has some concerns.

Joe Tian glanced at them and said, "Keifeng, don't let these people leave this place.” Speaking of abolishing the writer's hand directly.

Xiao Qifeng nodded: “Don't worry. ”

Joe Tianchan and Nanyu returned together to the General's Palace.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Joe Tianjin asked about the rich, bloody smell.

Joe Tian ran towards the inside, all along the way were corpses, and Nanyu looked at the corpses and sounded a little greedy: “The worm. ”

Forgive me for being mentally prepared, Joe Tian's body is still shaking.

Back in his yard, the blood was even more obvious, and he and Ning Mengyao had a slight voice in their room.

When he hurried in, he saw Ning Mengyao standing there red-eyed, heard them pushing the door, and turned to look at them.

Qiao Tian hurried over and pulled Ning Mengyao aside. He was strangled by Ning Mengyao below. His neck was covered with blood frost.

“Madam General, she...”

“Where are the others? ”

“Don't know.”

Joe's face has changed, don't you know?

“Shortly before you left today, a group of people in black arrived. It was very simple for us to deal with, but who knows, there are people in Miaojiang who use insects.” Frost's face was ugly, he said.

This kind of thing is unprotected for them, so a lot of people ended up dead. As for those who called back Joe Tian, they were enthralled by others, and now they don't know where to go, even Qingxuan and them.

Qiao Tian flashed his life and death, looked at the frost, was about to speak, and Ning Mengyao, whose hands were clamped, suddenly went mad.