The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Song Yao is dying, but he sees that Ning Mengyao is still like that cloudy breeze. How can Ning Mengyao stand so clean? That's not fair. Why?

No matter how unhappy Song Yao is, or how much he wants to kill Ning Mengyao, at this time, he is a little overwhelmed.

Of course, Ning Mengyao did not just play with Song Yao, but did it directly to her. When Ning Mengyao stopped, there was hardly a perfect place on her body. That beautiful dress has now turned into a mess, which does not count. The blood has stained all her clothes red.

“Isn't this beautiful?” Ning Mengyao asked looking at Song Yan with a smile.

“You devil.” Song Yao didn't expect Ning Mengyao to say such words. What do you mean, it's beautiful? All she feels right now is pain.

Maureen took a moment to look here, and when she saw Song Yan like that, she felt very relieved, well, that's what she wanted.

“Were you also very proud of Maureen when she was badly injured or by her own parents and sister? Think Maureen deserved it?” Ning Mengyao crouched down and looked at Song Yao who had fallen to the ground. His voice was a little seductive.

“You... you...”

“My what? I heard Maureen say you were leaning against this mouth to make Mo's house so smoky. What do you say I cut your tongue off? Isn't that a good idea?” Ning Mengyao stared at Song Yan's mouth for a long time. It seemed like he was really considering cutting Song Yan's tongue off.

Song Yan kept falling back. No, she didn't want her tongue cut off, she didn't want it.

“Don't you? It's not up to you, the murderer always kills, and you should have thought you would have today when you picked on the Moors against Maureen.” Ning Mengyao reached out and patted Song Yan's cheek gently, with a faint smile on his face.

Ning Mengyao is actually a very short person, so long as she is a person of her own choosing, she will definitely guard the whole thing.

For the first time, Song Yao looked at Ning Mengyao up close, and her appearance was ten times more frightening, a hundred times, even a thousand times more frightening than those she had ever seen.

Ning Mengyao looked into Song Yan's eyes. When Song Yan Xin Xinluo tried to escape, Ning Mengyao suddenly pulled out the snowfall sword wrapped around her waist. Then, Song Yan made a painful grunt, but her ankles were already blurred. Turns out Ning Mengyao broke her ankles directly.

“Break Maureen's legs. Is that what you're suggesting?” Ning Mengyao glanced coldly at the man in front of him, his mouth ironically hooked up.

Though Maureen's hands and feet weren't really cut off, the injuries were true.

Grandpa Black said that if he weighed a little more under the knife, he would probably be in trouble if he could get it back.

Song Yao died looking at Ning Mengyao. He didn't understand why such a person had to help Maureen once at a time. What kind of relationship did they have?

“What exactly is your relationship with Maureen? You like Maureen? ”

Like Maureen, let him watch Maureen here, a man fell to the ground, he looked at Song Yan in anger, can't you just say that?

Feeling the sight, Maureen shrunk her neck. That's not what he said. Why are you looking at yourself like this? Ooh, you're pathetic.

“You don't have to provoke the relationship between Tianjing and Maureen, and you don't want to provoke the feelings of our couples with this idiotic behavior, we don't eat you.” Together, they have gone through 10 years of gloom, and although Joe Tian is sometimes jealous, it is true that he does not eat unknowingly.

Song Yan was a little unhappy, but Ning Mengyao actually saw through his thoughts.

In Song Yan's opinion, the only way Maureen can do this is with the help of these people? As long as they don't want to help Maureen anymore, she'll have a chance to live.

“Song Yan, if you tell me who's behind you, I'll let you go. What do you say? ”