The General’s Little Peasant Wife

White ink happens to be the same person, so she doesn't believe in white ink at all.

Ning Mengyao snorted coldly: “Better so. ”

Qiao Tianchang placed his baggage in the hands of Nangong Flame: “My father-in-law, these are for you. Be sure to keep them. ”

“Okay, I get it.” Nangong's flaming eyes flashed slightly and then nodded with a smile, as if it were just an illusion.

Nangong Yao finally left with Bai Mo. Ning Mengyao stood at the door and watched the two of them leave on horseback: “Daddy Tian Chang will be fine, right?” Ning Mengyao suddenly seemed a little fragile at this time.

Joe Tian nodded with a smile: “Don't worry, my father-in-law will understand what I mean. ”

Ning Mengyao sighed softly and said helplessly: “I don't know why Dad believed in white ink so much. ”

They could all see that there was something wrong with white ink, and she couldn't believe that Nangong Flame didn't see it.

But if you can tell, why would he leave with White Ink?

“My father-in-law knew what he was doing. All we had to do was support him. We summoned Qi to take care of my father-in-law. ”

“That's all I can do, and my weird grandfather can take care of him.” Ning Mengyao thought of the strange old man who was also in Miaojiang.

Joe Tian pulled Ning Mengyao's hand back to the house, * * * with shallow fresh meat Ono: “Then let's go back. ”

“Mmm.”

Nangong Flame followed the white ink and left quickly with a whip. A group of people in black suddenly appeared around. Nangong Flame's face changed slightly. He glanced at the white ink on the side and had some doubts in his heart.

White ink sits on the horse and looks like a fairy.

“Flame, what do you think they're here for?” White ink whispered, as if talking to herself, as if telling Nangong Flame.

Nangong Flame glanced at the white ink: “I don't know, maybe it's for me. ”

The white ink corner is slightly hooked and seems very satisfied with the result.

The black man was angry when he saw the two people still chatting around: “Do it. ”

Watching the men in black flying towards them, the flames of the South Palace hummed coldly, wrist trembled, a soft sword appeared in the hand, on the swaying soft sword, with a bitter cold light.

White ink looked at the soft sword in the hand of Nangong Flame, what flashed through his eyes and quickly disappeared.

“Watch out behind the flames.” White ink suddenly said.

Nangong flamed his eyes and was just about to turn around and was slapped in the back.

What depresses Nangong is that he doesn't even know who hit this clap.

That slap almost killed him.

White Mo flew off his horse, blocking his face from the flame of the Nangong Palace, which was not very good.

“Flame, are you okay? ”

“Nothing." Nangong Flame shook his head and tried to throw it out through the confusion in his brain, but eventually closed his eyes gradually. At the moment of closing his eyes, Nangong Flame saw White Ink's anxious eyes.

“Bang” Ning Mengyao's table was instantly torn apart. Ning Mengyao's face was covered with frost.

“What did you just say? Say it again.” Mengyao chewed his teeth and looked at several people in front of him, roaring in anger.

All kneeling on the ground were the men she sent to protect Nangong Flame, with good means.

“The king was taken away, we went a little late, there were signs of a fight, and the dead black man. ”

Mengyao held her lips tight and her face looked very ugly, which worried Joe Tian smoothly on the side.

“Yao Yao, don't worry, the other party so diligently took my father-in-law away, there must be a purpose, if it is for your rights, they will definitely have news soon.” Qiao Tian sat beside Ning Mengyao, reaching out and patting her back gently so that she could not think too much.

Ning Mengyao shook his head constantly: “No, I can't just sit there and wait, go out and look for me right away, even if I have to turn the countries upside down.” She doesn't want to lose this love from her father.

“Yes.”

When others left, Qiao Tianchang held Ning Mengyao, who had already feared the brink of collapse, tightly in his arms.

“Father-in-law will be fine. ”