The General’s Little Peasant Wife

When Joe Tianjin first started, he thought he was listening to the story, but at the end of the day, Joe Tianjin didn't calm down: “You were worried that you would disappear like that long princess, didn't you? ”

Ning Mengyao nodded bitterly: “Yeah, with a precedent like that, I'm really worried...”

If this happened before Joe Tianjin met her, she would only be happy. They wouldn't let her stay in the wind, though they would.

But now that she has Joe Tianjin and the little monkey, she can't resist this place that she never liked.

Joe Tian reached out and held Ning Mengyao tightly in his arms: "I won't let you leave me and my child.” The three of them must stay together at all times, and no one can be left behind.

“I know.” But some things don't mean they won't happen.

Qiao Tian reached out and held Ning Mengyao's hand tightly. The blue muscle on the back of his hand made a direct appearance. At first glance, he knew that he was actually holding the fear in his heart.

After getting used to the company of Ning Mengyao, he really didn't know if he could survive the loss.

“Yao Yao don't leave me, otherwise I don't know what I will do.” Qiao Tianchang's chin rested on Ning Mengyao's hair, saying word for word.

Ning Mengyao reached out and held Joe Tian's waist smoothly and nodded: “I know, I know. ”

“Who.”

Ning Mengyao felt Ning Mengyao's tight appearance and looked up at where he was looking.

In that place, it suddenly split apart and came out of the crack of an old man, aged 60 or 70.

Qiao Tianjing shielded Ning Mengyao behind him and looked at the old man in front of him with vigilant eyes.

If this person hadn't deliberately divulged his breath, he didn't know when to feel that someone was looking at them in the dark, but he wondered how long the person had been looking at them in the dark.

“Welcome home, miss.” The old man suddenly knelt on the ground and looked at Ning Mengyao and said seriously.

I'd rather dream of Yaotong than look at him. What the hell is going on? “What lady? I don't even know you. ”

“It doesn't matter if the lady doesn't know Old Slave. It's important that Old Slave knows you're our lady.” Their clan, who has waited for centuries in this place, came two hundred years ago, and no one else has ever found it.

Ning Mengyao really dislikes this feeling of being out of control, as if… everything is out of his control.

“Miss, what you want to know Old Slave will tell you the answer, please come with Old Slave.” The old man bent over and reached out to the two of them, making a gesture of invitation.

Mr. and Mrs. Ning Mengyao looked at each other and left behind the old man.

After seven turns and eight turns in the secret passage, Ning Mengyao felt the obvious light.

His eyes were slightly closed, and after adjusting to the sun, Ning Mengyao opened his eyes, entering the same place as the world's peaches.

They stood in a small woodland, and beneath the woods were cooking smoke, a feeling that Ning Mengyao loved.

“This is our tribe, miss, please.” The old man explained with a smile.

The more I stepped into this place, the more I felt something was wrong with Mengyao: “You..."

“Miss, those things, they're just a fraction of the master's wealth, and all the real wealth is in this place.” When Miaojiang had not yet appeared, the master chose this place and said that he would leave something for the later generations, perhaps one day he could use it.

And then it was all prepared, and those secret passages, they were just to cover their eyes and ears.

Now, Miaojiang, it's true that some things have been found here, but those are nothing but cows and cattle, and that's why people keep looking.

Mengyao looked silently at everything in front of her, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled: “I'm really curious what kind of person that person really is. ”