Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 278 I am not from this world (3)
Zhan Beilie's eyes shone brightly until he saw that the water in the cup had bottomed out, and suddenly he stretched out his iron arm, picked up Leng Xia's whole body, put it in his arms, and strode towards the wing with great strides go.

That momentum is like a tiger coming out of the gate!
How brave!
Leng Xia was circled by him, blinking her eyes in disbelief, this person, wouldn't want to...

Before she could react, Zhan Beilie had already kicked open the door of the side room, threw the daughter-in-law in his arms into the air, and threw her on the bed, followed by holding her He rushed forward violently.

foraging.

Leng Xia regained consciousness in a daze of self-weight and beauty, like vine-entangled blue hair scattered around her fair neck, her cheeks were as red as wine, and her skin was like snow spreading in the soft brocade quilt.

I only feel that my bones are limp and my body is crisp, and I am exhausted!
Before she even had time to open her eyes, she began to grind her teeth. She really couldn't understand how that person used divergent thinking to connect to this matter instantly from her life before time travel.

Leng Xia silently made a decision, if what she sees later is that man's satisfied expression...

She will definitely, definitely, definitely teach him a lesson!
The jade arm, as slender as a lotus root, moved to one side, but the tentacles were icy cold.

Leng Xialiu frowned, her drowsiness disappeared, she opened her sleepy eyes and looked to one side.

The outside of the bed was empty, and the room was dark, and she was the only one.

She slowly got up, feeling a faint soreness all over her body, put on her clothes, opened the door, and walked out.

In the majestic hall, illuminated by the light of the night pearl, as if it were daytime, Zhan Beilie, dressed in torn black clothes, stepped on the blue-and-white jade stone slab, with a dignified and domineering aura around him that could not be concealed. stand with hands.

For some reason, Leng Xia saw a bit of repressed in his northern shadow...

gloomy?

She walked quickly towards Zhan Beilie, and when he heard the sound of footsteps, he turned his head and stared at her with complex hawk eyes.

Suddenly Leng Xia was frozen in place.

There are countless emotions in those pitch-black eyes, like a vortex swirling violently, full of fear, full of desire and dominance against the sky, full of determination to break the boat, piercing through thousands of years. The long and ancient years penetrated two unrelated parallel spaces, penetrated lives that should not have any intersection, penetrated scenes of white memories, so clearly penetrated through the eyes, and suddenly hit her heart .

He said, "You're not going back, are you?"

With a deep and hoarse voice, like a sigh, he stared impatiently into her eyes, trying to get affirmation.

Leng Xia's original anger due to the pain all over her body, and all the resentment that rushed to her forehead, because of such a look, all disappeared without a trace...

She looked at him quietly, and he was also looking at her with pulsating eyes.

She slowly walked up to Zhan Beilie, stretched her arms around his strong waist, pressed her cheek against his chest, and beat vigorously through her ears to her heart.

She said, "No more."

Zhan Beilie breathed a sigh of relief, just now he was wondering if the lioness could come here from that world, would it be...

For the lioness, he has always been cautious, and happiness does not come easily. On the one hand, he thanked God for his mercy, and on the other hand, because of the intensity of this love, he became more and more afraid, not because of Leng Xia, but because of that unbelievable Soul possession is an irresistible force.

With such affirmation at this moment, he suddenly wrapped Leng Xia tightly, wrapped his strong arms around her waist, and with a force that seemed to rub her into his body, he put his chin against the top of her head, muttering : "Well, are you sure."

Leng Xia nodded against his chest, and solemnly replied: "I'm sure."

How many people in the vast sea of ​​people have experienced such things as being possessed by souls?
She didn't believe that she was so lucky that she could be possessed again after being possessed once, not to mention that her body must have been smashed to pieces long ago, with not a single scum left.

Zhan Beilie was finally satisfied, stroked Leng Xia's hair, and said with a smile, "You're hungry, I'll roast a snake for you."

Leng Xia raised her eyebrows, and withdrew from his embrace, squinting at him, obviously not believing: "You?"

She is hungry. After so many battles, her chest is now on her back. However, she dare not hand over the few snakes to this person. She still remembers that this person was going to Chijiang. On the road, facing the scene where rabbits and pheasants can't do anything.

Zhan Beilie suddenly felt that he was underestimated, he gritted his teeth with a "creak crunch", raised his sword eyebrows, and said with high spirits: "Look!"

Immediately, taking meteor strides, Xiong Jiu went to the kitchen with high spirits.

Leng Xia shrugged her shoulders, and couldn't bear to hurt his full confidence, although she really didn't know where this person's confidence came from.

and……

You are a big Qin God of War, do you really have to compete in the ranks of cooking husbands?

After half an hour, Zhan Beilie finally cleaned up the snake in a hurry, and roasted it to look like it.

Under his expectant eyes, Leng Xia ate the man's roasted snake meat, which was really not good enough, nodded repeatedly against her will, without blinking her eyes when she was talking nonsense, but boasted vigorously: "Well, the fragrance wafts thousands of miles away. The charred inside is tender, the taste is full, the gravy is overflowing, the teeth are fragrant, and the aftertaste is long..."

Zhan Beilie smiled like a big teapot, his interest was high, and he waved his palm, and said: "The roast snake in the back, I will take care of it all."

Leng Xia's eyes darkened, she bit her tongue, and nodded dully.

At this time, the two of them stood in the ice room connected to the main hall, the thick ice layer around them reflected the cold brilliance, and the decayed breath spread from the two ice coffins to the entire ice room.

Leng Xia's hand was held by Zhan Beilie, feeling the warmth from his palm, and asked, "Whose tomb do you think this is?"

Zhan Beilie said firmly, "The imperial mausoleum."

(End of this chapter)