The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao looked at the white ink: “You have my mother too, right?” Ignoring the words of White Ink, Mengyao looked directly into the eyes of White Ink.

White ink tip: “I have to say, you're really smart. ”

Although not directly admitted, it is also a disguised admission that Xiao Orange Ya is indeed in his hands.

“Why?”

“Why? Because I didn't want to. I knew Yar before Nangong Yan, but Yar liked Nangong Yan and even gave birth to you.” White ink's indifferent and elegant expression, completely ruptured at this moment.

On that face, there was no elegance, some of it was just hatred. I could not help but lift the ashes of the Nangong flame.

“What if you brought my mother with you, regardless of the relationship? She never woke up.” Ning Mengyao consciously thought of the woman in the secret room, is that her mother?

What White Ink hates most is that someone told him that, he died watching Ning Mengyao, his eyes red: “You know what, you don't know anything. ”

White ink fingered her fingernails and came toward Ning Mengyao, the action seemed to want her life.

Ning Mengyao wasn't really just a vase. He slipped away and waved his hand back to the three of them who wanted to help.

Looking at the look of white ink, Ning Mengyao suddenly felt that his mother's charm was not small.

“I really don't know, I just know because you made me lose my mother.” Ning Mengyao avoided the deadly attack of White Ink and then flashed behind him, slapping him on the back of White Ink.

White ink didn't realize for a moment that it was too late when he was going to hide. Although he had hidden as much as possible, he was injured by Ning Mengyao.

“Master...”

White Ink's men saw him injured and his face changed dramatically. He was stopped when he was about to do it: “Your opponent is us. ”

Looking at those who stand in front of them, several others have a tremendous resentment in their hearts: "You seek death. ”

Both sides fought inconsistently, and Ning Mengyao went to the stage of white fever.

White ink's hands are much stronger than Ning Mengyao's. If he continues like this, she will be the only one who will get hurt.

Now he can reach a tie with White Ink, but because he's lost his mind in anger, when he calms down, it's when she loses.

At this time, Ning Mengyao couldn't care less about the morality of the river and the lake. Her wrist slammed and the snowfall sword appeared in her hand.

With the help of the snowfall sword, Ning Mengyao gradually gained the upper hand, and the national master gradually calmed down, but at the same time revealed a broken bloom.

Grabbing this broken Ning Mengyao, he held up a sword and stabbed the past, while his other hand, one hand, struck over the chest of white ink.

One hand, one sword, let white ink gush out.

Reaching out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Ning Mengyao standing not far from him: “I underestimated you. ”

Ning Mengyao did not speak, and although there was no excess expression on his face, his body was always tight and ready to strike at any time.

White Muhaha laughed: “You really are the daughter of Nangong Flame, okay, good, I'm waiting for you to come to the palace. ”

After that, he leapt and left with a wound, leaving only a faint smell of blood in the air.

After White Moe left, his men followed him out of the station circle and flew after him.

After returning to his residence, white ink sprayed out another bite of blood and his face was much whiter than it had just been.

He reached out and grabbed a few of his big holes and looked at the wound still bleeding on his shoulder. White ink mocked himself and laughed. For years, he actually got hurt like this.

“Master, are you all right? Ask the master to punish.” The man who followed him, kneeling on one knee.

White ink waved: “I just need to be well fed. ”

“The master's men will put a bandage on your wound first. ”

“Mmm.”

White ink closed his eyes on the loungers and let his own men handle the wounds.

The sword wound was taken care of, yes, but the internal wound did not heal for a moment and a half.

Reached his hand and rubbed his chest, dull pain or cleansing sensation.

“The master subordinate killed her. ”