The General’s Little Peasant Wife

But in a situation like this, he really can't do anything, and if you piss him off, it's not a good result.

“Isn't that all, master?” White ink doesn't mind, but the people around him don't mind, or even kill with their eyes. It seems that if White ink gives the order, they will kill people directly.

White ink gently touched his wrist and a chilling smile at the corner of his mouth: “Don't worry, they won't be long.” It's only useful to keep it now, when they're going to take advantage of value, when they die.

“Master, are we really going to get that piece of crap back?” They didn't put the Miaojiang King anywhere. They were all very clear. They just didn't say it.

White ink nodded: “This is for sure. ”

Though being accused and feeling a little uncomfortable, it really can't be just that.

“Okay, let's load up and look everywhere.” White Mo said casually, believing that even if he didn't say it clearly, it wouldn't have any effect on the people around him, and they would understand.

“Don't worry, my lord. My men know what to do. ”

The Second Priest was relieved when they knew that White Mo had sent for King Miaojiang, and the Second Priest whispered, which was almost right.

After a few days of pretending to look good, White Mo finally took people to Ning Mengyao's front door.

Looking at the closed courtyard door, the white ink eyes filled with helplessness, letting people knock on the door.

The door was opened by their temporary servant: "Who are you looking for? ”

“I'm looking for the master of your family. ”

“Gentlemen, let me brief the lady first.” He closed the door again and ran towards the inner courtyard.

White Moe's face went dark. How many teenagers didn't dare close the door in front of him? I'm afraid that's the first time.

About a tea kung fu, the door finally opened again, this time it was Dark Three. When I saw people, Dark Three weighed white ink up and down for a while, that look made white ink a little dissatisfied.

“Are you done? ”

“That's not true, who knows if there's anything on you that could hurt our county master.” There is no embarrassment in being caught in the dark at all, but to be taken for granted.

I mean, I was worried about you hurting my master, and that's why I made this choice. It's all your fault. What does that have to do with me?

“I want to see you county lords.” White ink worked hard to keep down the fire that was about to erupt in his heart, trying to tell himself not to be angry, not to be angry.

“Come on in. ”

White ink was wondering if he was going to be rejected again, who thought Dark Three was so happy that he let him in.

There must be demons in the abnormality of the master. Such attitudes as Dark Three make White Ink feel that it is the same thing.

After Dark Three, white ink came to the yard where I last saw Ning Mengyao. Where, there was a thick carpet on the ground, and the two children were sitting on the carpet playing.

The sight fell on the two children on the carpet, especially the little one, fat and beefy. One pair of eyes actually resembled the Nangong flame. The five officials had some similarities with Xiao Orange, but more resembled Ning Mengyaochang.

“I don't know what the master is doing here today.” Without waiting for White Mo to sit down, Ning Mengyao opened the door and asked.

“The priests and elders of Miaojiang are already looking for that man. Aren't you going to let him go?” White ink wasn't embarrassing at all, but rather looked at Ning Mengyao very leisurely and asked.

Ning Mengyao shrugged: “I haven't thought about it yet. ”

“When I come here today, I'm afraid someone will soon know that he is in your hands, and I'm afraid your life in Miaojiang will be difficult.” Miaojiang, though reckoned with, is also the very short of the first ethnic group.

Ning Mengyao smiled softly: “Really? Shall we keep betting on whether I can't stay in Miaojiang or the Miaojiang coup?” Ning Mengyao said very easily, nothing to do with the way he hung up.