Her Heartless Evil Man

I stretched out my hand and took a knife I had prepared. It was small and finger long. It was something given to me by Li'an. I said it was small to carry on my body and defend myself. Now it really comes in handy.

I hid in my sleeve and thought to myself, who are these Mongols? If only they were turdan's men.

Or they really are.

Li an fought in the crowd for a long time. His white clothes had already broken into pieces, and the pieces danced wildly with his figure.

Blood, the amazing color under the moonlight is blood, that's Li'an's blood.

He suddenly leaned his knife on the grass, and I could almost see his throat gasping.

There are fewer and fewer soldiers guarding me outside the car. Li'an is getting closer and closer to me. Finally, he stands in front of the carriage and continues to fight with this group of strange Mongols.

His blood swayed before my eyes, as if it were an unreal nightmare.

But I'm awake. I can't wait any longer. I'll bet.

I stood up, covered my face, stepped out of the car and shouted to the Mongols, "I'm going to be the bride of turdan. If you kill me, you're against him. He won't let you go."

My hoarse voice didn't have the expected effect. No one paid attention to me. The fight continued. I couldn't get back to this dangerous place even if I was hoarse.

Li'an rushed over, suddenly picked me up, threw me on his BMW regardless of my struggle, and protected me: "yunqi'er, you go north, don't look back, I'll find you later." he said and patted the horse under me. The horse was frightened and ran north.

The wind in my ears was infinite. I firmly grasped the reins on my horse's back and tried not to let myself fall. When I was about to lose my support, Li an flew to me.

He held me in front of the horse, and I leaned against his chest. My heart jumped. It was very dangerous.

But my dowry, there are all my favorite babies in the car, and ruoqing. Where is she?

Ruoqing, don't have anything to do

I ran in a panic and had to run. I didn't even see where ruoqing was, so I was thrown on the horse by Li'an.

I'm struggling in Li'an's arms. I don't want to be so close to him. But his arms became tighter and tighter until I had no strength to lean on his chest.

The sound of fighting was getting farther and farther away, and the sound of chasing horses' hoofs gradually faded behind him. There was silence around him. Between his neck was Li'an's burning breath. His body exuded a faint smell of mint, which was very good.

I suddenly remembered the scene under the moon. My stomach churned. I covered my mouth with my hand, bent over and tried not to let myself spit out.

The horse paused and stopped steadily. While holding me, Li'an jumped up and took me off the horse. I squatted on the ground and vomited wildly, but he gently pounded my back, as if he were helping me alleviate my pain.

Finally, I vomited clean. I recovered. As soon as I turned around and pushed away his arm, I despised his comfort.

He grabbed my hand and whispered, "Yun Qi'er, I know you can't forgive me. I'll just be your servant, okay?"

This sentence, as if thousands of feelings, as if thousands of helplessness. But he told me the fact that he admitted what he had done that night. He personally admitted, which seemed to be a handful of salt sprinkled on my wound, making the wound more painful and painful.