Master's Little Wife Is Tigress But Alluring

Old man Jiang has lived for a long time. He has seen and heard many things.

When he was young, he even came into contact with a special organization of the state.

That special organization is dedicated to folk ghost incidents.

That organization is very mysterious. Ordinary people have never heard of it or seen it.

But some things, not have never heard of it, it will not exist.

It takes all sorts to make a world In this world, there are many things that people cannot decipher.

Therefore, he was not curious about what yunwan discussed with Jiang Wucheng.

He just sighed and patted Jiang Wucheng on the shoulder.

"Fog city, go and see your sister. She used to love you very much... When you were a child, you also liked to play with her. You always followed her behind and called her sister. She had fun toys and shared them with you for the first time."

"You are close relatives connected by flesh and blood. It is because of the involvement of that dirty thing that you gradually become estranged and hate each other."

Jiang Wucheng's nose was sour. He could not help looking at jiangqingning, who was lying on the ground and was almost out of breath.

He looked at Xiang yunwan helplessly: "Your Highness... I... I still want to say a few words to her. Can you... Can you not let her die for the time being?"

He knew his Highness's magic, which was consolidated by Yang Qi.

Now that your highness is pregnant, he can't let your highness put himself in danger to save Jiang Qingning.

Even if his highness can save Jiang Qingning, he will not let her save her.

Life and death are destiny. This is the fate of jiangqingning.

No matter how powerful your highness is, it is impossible for him to interfere in all life and death in this world.

Yun Wan immediately understood the meaning of Jiangwu City, and her eyes flashed a little pity.

She nodded gently at Jiangwu City, and then she squatted down, unfolded the bone fan, and swept at jiangqingning.

Jiang Qingning, who was dying and had no life, gave a cry, took a deep breath, opened her eyes and woke up.

When Jiang Feng saw this scene, he didn't feel so surprised.

His eyes flickered with joy, and his eyes mistily held Jiang Qingning.

"Lime, my good daughter..."

Jiang Wucheng squatted down slowly. He looked at Jiang Qingning leaning against Jiang Feng.

In a hoarse voice, he shouted, "sister..."

Jiang Qingning's eyes trembled. She pushed Jiang Feng away and sat up from his arms.

Shaking her arms, she reached out and touched the face of Shangjiang fog city.

"Cheng'er... I'm sorry for what happened before. I didn't want to do that to you. I didn't do it for your mother's death."

"Three years ago, after I went to the temple, I was entangled by a strange thing. Sometimes, what I do is completely out of my control. In my mind, there is always a voice that controls my thoughts and actions. No matter how hard I struggle, I can't get rid of the control of that thing."

"Cheng'er, my sister really loved you. Do you remember that the scarf placed in the closet in your bedroom was knitted by my sister for a week."

Jiang Wucheng listened and couldn't help crying.

He took Jiang Qingning's hand and cried sadly.

"Elder sister, I know. I know you really loved me. I also know that it was not you who killed my mother, but the fox demon."