I just want to be a group pet

Chapter 778 One is different and the other is wide, each is happy
Stalemate, stalemate, or stalemate.

Li Aotian finally realized that he would end up paying the price for his mistakes.

His baby Pimple doesn't want him anymore, and doesn't care about him anymore.

If it was another woman, Li Aotian would have loved someone a long time ago, how could he bother to coax her, but Li Yushu can't do it, he couldn't bear it, and he couldn't bear it.

Across the brocade quilt.

The two seem to be isolated in two worlds.

"My lord asked Jasmine to come and take care of you." He really couldn't take care of you well, Li Yushu especially rejected him, he rubbed his eyebrows, walked out with a lonely expression, and asked Partridge to call Jasmine over.

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One is different and two are wide, each is happy.

The howling residual wind blew on the mountainside, and the swaying dead trees were like ghosts. The shadows cast by them were like ghosts' hands, slowly floating over to grab the necks of humans.

Murong Yan, who was wearing a bright red cloak, knelt in front of a grave, and in front of the grave stood a tablet made of sandalwood: Tomb of Nie Zifeng, wife Murong Yanli.

On that day, Murong Yan left the dark palace and Dugulie, she was ready to become a stranger to him, no more entanglement, no more love, no more sadness.

She looked at the tablet, slid her jade hand across it lightly, and muttered to herself, as if talking to the person on the tablet: "Zifeng, I'm sorry, I took you to carry out that dangerous mission because of my own will. , if not, you will not die, I am sorry for your wife and children, let your wife lose her husband, and let your son lose his father."

Nie Zifeng is the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, he is outstanding and outstanding. On that day, he and Murong Yan went to carry out the mission, but they were rounded up and strangled by the enemies on the underworld. Dead Hei. Lao. Da fought a bloody path for Murong Yan.

In the end, Nie Zifeng died.

However, because Nie Zifeng killed Hei.Boss and offended Hei.Dao, the people in Dao wanted to take revenge on Nie Zifeng's family.

After Murongyan learned about it, she made a decision to set up a tombstone for Nie Zifeng, and her wife signed it as herself, so that Nie Zifeng's family could be protected.

She bought a courtyard house for Nie Zifeng's family, took care of their daily life, found a shop for Nie Zifeng's wife, and asked her to do some small business to support the family.

After worshiping, Murong Yan dragged her crippled body and looked at the wind and snow in the distance, squinting her delicate eyes, her eyes were sore, and her heart was bleeding. Whether she closed her eyes or opened them, her mind was full of Dugu Lie and him. the lady.

Their affectionate and lingering appearance was deeply engraved in her heart, like a sharp knife, cutting one after another on her heart full of wounds.

Wiping away the tears, Murong Yan tried to raise a strong smile, but found that the tears fell faster than the smile.

Dugulie, I don't love you anymore, I don't love you anymore.

She rode on the fierce horse, returned to the capital with a 'drive', and came to the courtyard.

The courtyard house in winter is not as gorgeous as spring, not as hot as summer, and not as bright as autumn. The desolate white snow puts a new layer of new clothes on the courtyard house.

A little boy about ten years old was sweeping snow with a broom, very sensible, Murong Yan could see Nie Zifeng's shadow on the little boy.

"Mother, mother, Sister Murong is here." The little boy greeted his mother happily.

Pulling back the thick curtain, a middle-aged woman poked her head out, and said delicately, "Miss Murong is here, it's strangely cold, come in quickly."

(End of this chapter)