The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Li Juanrong had long been frightened by such a scene. They were really that powerful. Looking at the two Ning Mengyao couples, Li Juanrong wondered whether it was time to be thankful that they didn't really do it against him or whether they were angry that they were so powerful.

Instead, Lan Xuesheng was somewhat worried about walking to the royal wind: “Mengyao, is there nothing wrong with this? ”

“What you should be worried about is that Naranjing.” The original royal wind didn't really care about Blue Buddha, but only because he was worried about Ning Mengyao, that's why he answered.

What else did Blue Lusheng want to say? He looked at Ning Mengyao with no worries and said: “Mengyao's hand is as smooth as the sky. It is that I and the royal wind may have to win together. ”

It's a little embarrassing, but there's no way to be embarrassed. Who makes people's talents better?

It was as if he had heard something about Sky Night Tan, and he looked at them with a strange look.

“Are you sure you're telling the truth?” I don't believe it at all. The gentle Ning Mengyao seemed so fierce, which is too frightening.

“Naturally, Yao's kung fu is still taught by me, I just didn't expect to end up harming Qing out of blue.” The royal wind was very impatient, he said.

By the time several people spoke, Qiao Tianchang had almost cleaned people up, and Naranqing had been crushed by Ning Mengyao, as if it had suddenly become the home of their husband and wife.

Naran Qingqing stood there in a wolf, and there were many wounds on his body. Those were sword wounds, and the veil on Naran Qingqing's face did not know when it had fallen aside, revealing that face that was astonishing at first glance.

“They're pretty long. Why can't you think of anything like that?” Ning Mengyao looked at Naran Qing across the street and said curiously.

“Ning Mengyao looks like everyone is underestimating you. ”

“Oh, didn't Nangong Yan tell you that my martial arts are actually good? ”

Naran's face changed, she knew Nangong Yan was her person, what else did they know?

Naranqing can't think that much anymore, and a flare goes straight out there.

“Yao looks like they're more than just these people. ”

“Well, that's perfect, so you can practice together.” Ning Mengyao nodded.

But when she sees the first person, the expression on her face is a little subtle.

Just now, Nangong Yan, this turn saw people, is this too fateful, or is this place really too small.

“Nangong Yao, I command you to kill Ning Mengyao.” Naran glanced at the South Palace flame and said.

If you don't believe it, the storming Nangong Flame is not the rival of Ning Mengyao.

Ning Mengyao watched the opposite eyes gradually begin to glow red Nangong flame, and those who came behind, the corners of his mouth slightly snapped.

“I happen to have a grudge with Nangong Yan, brother-in-law and these people are yours.” Even though Mengyao's words were very easy, everyone who knew her knew that she was angry and that she was still on the verge of a storm.

At this time, Ning Mengyao is the most dangerous, and the imperial wind is slightly more serious: “Xiaoyao, are you sure you're okay? ”

“No, what he did to the sky, and now I want it back.” She's been waiting a long time for this day, long enough to make her forget how painful and sad it was to see Joe Tianjin like a rag doll.

The royal wind wanted to say anything else, but after seeing Ning Mengyao like that, all the words could not be said.

At that time, Yao 'er's pain was only known by herself, and they only knew something from her mouth, but even if it meant something between the lines, they could clearly understand how much pain Yao 'er was going to endure.

Although she hasn't said anything about revenge or bringing it up in all these years, it is clear from her actions how much she resents Nangong Yan.

“Yao, be careful. ”

“Don't worry brother-in-law, I'll be fine.” She's got kids and a husband, so how could she let herself go?