Genius son best mother

Chapter 312

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The teacup shattered, as if something had broken.

"But the thread of red on your body—" Su Mingyu was crying at this moment, a little terrified of his anger.

"That's my king's business, it has nothing to do with you!"

Gloomy, turning her back, Xilingyue said with a cold face.

In the eye sockets, something hot seemed to be rolling.

Su Mingyu raised her head fiercely and took a deep breath.

"Xilingyue, that's what you said, don't regret it! I, I, I don't have no place to go. I just leave, there are so many places in the world that can accommodate me, Su Mingyu!"

He walked away quickly, without even looking back.

She was afraid that she couldn't help it, so she shed tears in front of that person.

She can't cry, even if she wants to cry, she must never shed tears in front of this hateful guy.

Boom—wow—

In Hefengxuan, the Eight Immortals Table was split into two halves.

On the ground, there are scattered brushes, inkstones, scrolls, and broken tiles everywhere, shining coldly——

Xilingyue sat there silently.

His slender white jade-like hands were stained with enchanting blood.

Drop drop drop-

It dripped onto his skirt and onto the floor, blooming red poppies one after another, beautiful but deadly.

Outside the door, in the shadows, a straight body stood there quietly.

Black clothes and black hair, his eyes are slightly open.

Suddenly, he jumped up and flew in another direction.

After Su Mingyu ran out of Prince Ning's mansion, she ran aimlessly on the streets of the ancient city.

She didn't know how long she had been running, nor how far she had run.

All I know is that she wants to run, run hard, run desperately, and stay as far away from that person as possible.

Until my legs become weak, until my hair is messy, until I no longer have the strength to cry.

Only then did Su Mingyu stop torturing her legs that had been numb from running, and she sat down exhaustedly leaning against a big tree.

At this moment, her face was pale, her lips were blue, her eyes were dull, and the corners of her clothes and skirts were torn in a few places, and silk ribbons were torn out.

Two drunkards headed towards them, holding jugs in their hands, sang ugly tunes, and swayed over on the gravel road.

The disgusting smell of alcohol in the air irritated Su Mingyu's nose so badly that she couldn't help but raise her hand to pinch the tip of her nose, waiting for them to pass quickly.

But they stood in front of her unsteadily, looking at her with blurred eyes, with no intention of leaving at all.

"Ah San, look at this little lady, she's pretty, she's more juicy than the rouge from Cuixianglou."

One of them, a strong man with a beard, looked at Su Mingyu, drooling in a daze.

"Brother, it's really pretty, or—"

A short man with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes, with a wretched look in his small eyes.

Su Mingyu's expression turned cold, and she looked at them warily.

Do you dare to believe that today she is leaking or was hit by wind and rain?All the bad luck happened to her?
If it was normal, she would definitely show them some color.

But now she has nothing besides her body, no poison hidden on her body, with her unsightly martial arts, if the opponent is a little stronger, she can't deal with it.

Therefore, 36 strategies, the best strategy is to slip away immediately.

So she took advantage of the omission of the two of them whispering to each other, and sneaked around under their noses, preparing to get a loach out of the net.

But I don't know if everything is not going well today, Su Mingyu's little action was immediately seen through by the short man, and he opened his hands with a playful smile, blocking Su Mingyu's way.

"Little lady, where are you hiding?"

While speaking, his salty pig's hand hooked her chin as white as jade.

Snapped--

"Presumptuous! Get your dirty hands off!"

Su Ming Yu Xing stared, she raised her hand and waved viciously, opening the short and thin hand.

The short man rubbed the back of his hand stingingly, his small eyes suddenly lit up with anger.

He raised his hand to grab Su Mingyu and teach her a lesson, but he was stopped by the bearded man in mid-air.

"Ah San, I like this bitch's aggressiveness. You go to the side and watch how your elder brother conquers this bitch." The bearded man threw his hands and forced Su Mingyu against the tree trunk.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of big yellow teeth, with a strong smell of alcohol, moved towards Su Mingyu's cheek.

Su Mingyu had no choice but to fight him.

But unfortunately, the two people on the opposite side are really Lianjiazi.

Soon, her hand was firmly trapped by the beard.

She wanted to hit the opponent's vitals with her feet, but the opponent quickly saw through and trapped her feet, unable to move.

"Little lady, you don't need to struggle so hard, serve the good master well, and when the master is satisfied, I will guarantee you good food and spicy food."

The bearded man leaned close to Su Mingyu, and his lips kissed Su Mingyu's.

Su Mingyu tried her best to avoid it, her only sharp weapon was her mouth.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, she bit the bearded man's shoulder fiercely, biting into his flesh, until the taste of blood spread from her lips, and the man screamed after biting.

Snapped--

A burning pain spread across her cheeks.

Pooh--

Su Mingyu spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was a happy smile in her eyes.

The bearded man has red eyes!
"Stinky bitch, you actually bite me, I want you to taste what it means to toast and not to eat fine wine."

He raised his hand and pulled Su Mingyu's black hair closer to his line of sight, and raised his hand to stop her chin.

Su Mingyu resisted the pain of scalp pulling, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she looked at the bearded man with sharp and cold eyes.

Under her contemptuous gaze, the bearded man became angry from embarrassment.

He beat Su Mingyu hard.

His eyes, staring at Su Mingyu like staring at a good piece of fat, were drooling with greed, and approached Su Mingyu wretchedly.

Su Mingyu knew she couldn't escape, so she gritted her teeth and held on. She closed her eyes angrily, and muttered silently in her heart.

Su Mingyu, remember, you are now biting you like a mad dog, just like a mad dog biting you!

She kept hinting psychologically, but the humiliation she imagined never came.

Instead, in the ear, I heard plop, plop twice.

what happened?She opened her eyes in surprise.

But he found that the bearded dead fish's eyes were rolling upwards, and he was lying on the ground in disbelief. On that fat neck, there was a bloodstain, which was constantly oozing blood.

And the short man threw himself on the ground, his head slightly raised, with a terrified expression, and a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at their appearance, I'm afraid they were killed if they didn't react!
Su Mingyu couldn't help but pull a comfortable smile from the corner of his mouth.

Looking up, a young man in black and black hair stood there like a javelin three feet away, unstoppable.

At this moment, the hostility emanating from his body still reverberated in the air and could not dissipate for a long time.

A pair of icy black pupils with slight fine marks.The blood-stained cold light sword in his hand flickered slightly in the wind, making it dazzlingly bright.

Dragon City!

It turned out to be Dragon City!
Su Mingyu's eyes sparkled with water, she didn't know what kind of mood she was in at the moment.

All I know is that seeing him at this time is really good, very good.

Dragging her limp legs, step by step, she slowly walked up to the cold boy.

She wanted to thank him, but her throat seemed to be choked by something.

Her lips parted, but she never uttered a word.

"You, are you okay?" Long Cheng looked at her torn clothes and red and swollen cheeks, and his hand holding the sword tightened.

The turbulent sorrow, the surging heat, for some reason, it was useless for Su Mingyu to suppress it, two lines of clear tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Dragon City!" She threw herself into the arms of the cold boy, pulled his clothes tight tremblingly, and hugged him tremblingly.

"It's great to see you." She raised her head, showing a faint smile.

"Also, thank you!"

As soon as her nerves relaxed, her consciousness sank into darkness.

Long Cheng's body froze suddenly, and his pupils were locked tightly, so tight that there was a little red light.His hands lightly hugged Su Mingyu, and moved her face to his heart.

"Go to sleep, it's okay." He murmured in a low voice.

who is it?

Who was in her dream, with such a gentle tone of voice, and such careful movements, afraid of hurting her in the slightest.

Who passed the warmth to her in the cold darkness?

She really wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't do so, she could only let her thoughts flicker and flicker——

However, when she was in a coma, for some reason, crystal pearls rolled out of her tightly closed pupils, which were hot and scorching.

The corner of her mouth actually evoked a faint smile.

Reassuring, trusting——

Long Cheng looked at Su Mingyu who was smiling lightly in his sleep, his pupils were slightly startled.

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth hooked up, it was an imperceptible arc, but no matter how small and light the arc was.

Longcheng still laughed.

Where the breeze blows, the flying leaves flutter, tossing and turning like butterflies, flying gracefully.

The black figure carefully hugged the quiet woman, with a soft light in his eyes.

At the place where the fallen leaves were flying, the icy figure who had gone away looked a little different at this moment.

A little more warmth——

When you wake up, you can see the azure silver-grained gauze curtain of misty bamboo and the finely carved ancient bed of pineapple flower and wood.

Surprised by what she saw, Su Mingyu sat up weakly from the bed.

The sunlight penetrated through the gap and met her dim almond eyes, which were uncomfortable and dazzling, making her squint.

While her vision was wandering, her eyes suddenly fixed on a certain place and stagnated...

That boy, a lonely boy, stood in front of the taupe-colored gauze curtain, with his back to her, his back was desolate and meager.

The faint sunshine fell on his ice-like nose, which did not reflect the warm tone at all. Instead, it vividly portrayed his handsome silhouette like a knife, with a bleak and quiet poignancy.

At this moment, his sword eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes seemed to be infatuated, without focus, and he stared blankly into the distance.

Perhaps it was Su Mingyu's movement of getting up that alarmed the young man who was immersed in meditation.

The young man is like the wind, suddenly looking back.

(End of this chapter)