Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

"Lin xian'er, what Feng Ni ran likes is toxin, what Leng Feng likes is my toxin. You see, how failed your life is."

Of course, this sentence was said close to Lin xian'er's ear. Although the voice was low, every word entered Lin xian'er's cochlea, which stimulated her mind and changed her face.

"Oh, so what, but you..."

Thinking of toxin son has come back, Lin xian'er's heart is flustered, but he has stabilized his mind in time, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

But the words, in the end, still can't say completely, Nangong Beibei put the hairpin in his hand into Lin Xianer's white neck, blood gurgling out, fell in the palm, thick.

Nangong Beibei chuckled: "but what about me? Now, you are a prisoner. You need to understand this, not need me to teach you. "

"You..."

"Oh, I want to tell you, don't talk about it. You're talking about it very much. If the blood flows more and more, you'll lose your life. How can you fight with me when your life is gone? " Nangong Beibei interrupts Lin xian'er's words and lightly hooks his lips.

Can be clearly in the smile, but the black pupil is extremely cold, even the smile on the face, is also gloomy, like hell out of the vicious Shura.

The people in the courtyard have already grasped their heart tightly because of Nangong Beibei's action. They have already been unable to escape, but they still dare to pluck the hair on Lin Qinghou's head. Their courage is really extraordinary.

In this way, Lin Che appreciated Nangong more and more.

Everyone was watching. Lin Qinghou couldn't bear it any more. What's more, the hairpin was inserted into Lin xian'er's neck so hard that he could not live.

It's not that he gives up the hope of life for Lin xian'er, but that he can't let the atmosphere continue to be stalemate. He has to stay. Even if he dies, Lin xian'er will die easily, not suffer from torture!

"Shoot the arrow, thirteen nights, take someone to catch up with them." Lin Qinghou reaches out his hand to signal that the archer is ready in an instant. More than a hundred archers meet him and shoot in the direction of Nangong Beibei. However, the cold wind gathers strength in his palm and forms a barrier. All the arrows are blocked outside.

"Beibei, drop Lin xian'er and go away quickly..."

Nangong Beibei didn't listen. It was Lin xian'er who listened. There were waves of pain in her heart. Every time, she wanted to speak, but the pain on her neck, and the warning from Nangong Beibei, she didn't dare. Xiumei frowned high, and her face was full of pain!

Nangong Beibei and Lin xian'er are walking on the roof as fast as ghosts.

Lin Qinghou saw Nangong Beibei had run away with Lin xian'er and winked at the thirteen nights beside him: "catch up with her for me."

"Yes." Thirteen night hands bow, take up the hand of the sword, touch the time, a crisp sound, we can see how potential in the must have!

The cold wind not only loves to fight, but also takes back his internal power with a wave of his sleeve. All those flying arrows are swept down by him.

No matter what, she can't escape back to Jiuling Pavilion. There is Xiaodong there, and she can't hurt unintentionally. Lin xian'er can't lose it either, because she urgently needs an answer.

Nangong Beibei and Lin xian'er have been flying on the roof all the time. There are no pursuers behind them. Because the cold wind is behind them, Nangong Beibei doesn't dare to neglect them.

Until the real Qi in the body, all news, Nangong Beibei no support, and Lin xian'er fell directly from the roof, the whole body piercing pain.

However, this is not the point. The point is that the room is dark and there is no light.

Nangong Beibei gave a warning: "I advise you not to waste your efforts. How long do you think you can last like this?"

"You..."

"I advise you to save your energy and think about how to spend the last few seconds before you die. At least don't pull out the hairpin on your neck." Nangong Beibei's voice is cold. Lin xian'er has become like this. She doesn't worry about it. What she worries about is the current situation.

The room was dark. Nangong Beibei groped for the light source. Finally, he lit the oil lamp on the wall, and there was a glimmer of light in the room.

Nangong Beibei noticed that the windows and doors outside were nailed by the door panels, and he could see the bamboo curtain hanging down. No wonder there was no light when it fell just now.

The decoration in the room is very clean, but how can such a house be sealed?

Nangong Beibei's eyes wandered back and forth in the room, trying to find out what was wrong, but she also thought... Lin xian'er rushed towards her with a hairpin. Nangong Beibei's body side directly avoided Lin xian'er's action, reached out and clasped Lin xian'er's wrist.

Light however a smile: "Lin xian'er, you are really self-sufficient, believe it or not, as long as I make an effort, you will die?"

"Even if it's death, I'll take you to hell." Lin xian'er's eyes are full of hatred and malice. She sends an invitation to Nangong Beibei to stimulate Nangong Beibei to attend the wedding. Then her father will surely imprison Nangong Beibei.

Lengfeng will plead with her and marry her in peace of mind. She can torture Nangong Beibei in the palm of her hand in the future, but she didn't expect that Nangong Beibei remembered what happened before and turned into a poison

"But it depends on whether you have that ability. Lin xian'er, is the cold wind the reverse of the wind Nangong Beibei's voice was cold, without the slightest temperature.

Lin xian'er laughs, three sneers, seven Indifference: "so what, so what? I have today. You forced me out. If I can't get the wind, you can't get it. If I can't get the cold wind, you can't get it. "

This time words, but let Nangong Beibei sink a deep brow, she quickly Lin xian'er one step, again hold Lin xian'er neck of that hairpin.

Nangong Beibei looked at Lin xian'er coldly and said to her, "life and death are between your thoughts."

If she didn't want to know the past from Lin xian'er, she would not have been merciful to Lin xian'er. The hairpin had already exhausted her strength.

I'm afraid that Lin xian'er has already died!

But Lin xian'er can't die, she needs to know the truth!

"Ha ha... You won't kill me..."

As soon as the voice fell, Nangong Beibei's strength increased by one point, and her hairpin also entered the flesh. She said with a cold smile, "Lin xian'er, do you think I dare to kill you?"