Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

On the day Nangong Beibei, liuqingxuan and Hongling went out of Nanjiang together, it was sunny in winter. The heavy snow for several days had stopped, but it was extremely cold.

Nangong Beibei rides on the horse, tightens his cape, turns his eyes and takes a look at the capital of Southern Xinjiang. The black eyes are like the water of ancient times, deep and bottomless.

"The more you delay, the more dangerous your friend will be. If you don't care, you should not let it take your life." Liu Qingxuan reminds Nangong Beibei in a voice, but the voice is cold and sharp.

She saw that Liu Qingxuan's face was full of indifference and alienation. If it wasn't for her poison, it was produced in southern Xinjiang. If it wasn't for an unintentional person in the middle, even if she died in front of Liu Qingxuan, he would never have looked at himself!

Nangong Beibei took back his sight, tightly held the reins, followed liuqingxuan and Hongling, driving slowly.

But less than a distance away, a group of people in black surrounded them with swords. The leader, Nangong Beibei, was Lin Qinghou's dark guard. Thirteen nights.

Dressed in black, the cold pupil and look, the thin lips tightly pursed, just like the Shura coming out of hell, terrifying!

"In the capital of Southern Xinjiang, I can't do anything to you, but..."

With the sound of "bang", the sword in his hand had already fallen to the ground, but there was a sharp pain in his wrist.

In the black pupils of the thirteenth night, there was a flash of amazement, even fear. Before he saw the other hand, his sword had been knocked down to the ground, which showed the speed of his action.

"Where's the dog from? Get out of the way?" Hongling calm face warning thirteen night, face delicate, red lips flame, she has already restored the old look, but it is abnormal enchantment.

Thirteen night palm gathered strength, the sword rolled on the ground, the long sword has fallen into the hands of thirteen night, thin lips slowly open, voice cold and warm: "no matter who you are, but I only want Nangong Beibei's life, don't want to hurt the innocent."

At the edge of the sword, the cold light is shining!

Nangong Beibei sneered coldly. Although she was stunned by the scene of holding the sword just now, she was a little too stupid to say that.

But... Nangong Beibei laughs: "isn't the leader of your family going to die? Do you know who these two are in front of you? It's a pity that your master wants to find a good doctor. What a good time, but you wasted it. What a pity... "

As soon as the voice fell, Nangong Beibei suffered from liuqingxuan's cold eyes. It seemed that he was blaming her for being talkative. Nangong Beibei didn't care much.

In short, can let the dog heart unhappy, suffer a few white eyes, what?

After Nangong Beibei mentioned it, he was also shocked. Did they and Nangong Beibei come out from the capital of Southern Xinjiang, just like Nangong Beibei said?

"I have eyes that don't know Taishan, and I ask the witch doctor to help me." On the 13th night, he bowed his hands to Liu Qingxuan with a humble and polite attitude.

Although someone has been sent to deliver the letter from the capital of Liuguo, it is the leader of Liuguo. It is a long way from Liuguo to southern Xinjiang.

Lin Qinghou ordered him to take people to guard here. As soon as they left the capital of Southern Xinjiang, they were immediately put to death. No, I just saw Nangong Beibei bring people around. If I knew that someone was a witch doctor in front of me, I would not rush out for a moment of hatred.

From what Nangong Beibei said just now, Liu Qingxuan can know that Nangong Beibei and the leader in front of him must have known each other.

But

"Wasn't it arrogant just now? Now I know the attitude of asking for help? " The red Ling is cold to stare at 13 nights, in that pair of apricot eyes, but is full of cold and fierce, very sneer.

"I can't. I was blind just now. I hope the witch doctor has a lot of money."

"Is that what you call a sincere apology?" Hongling looked at the attitude of thirteen nights, but she sneered again. At the end of her eyes, she had already emerged a murderer!

In the border of Southern Xinjiang, dare to be so presumptuous, just don't want to live!

"In that case, take us to see the wounded." Liuqingxuan slowly made a sound, grabbed in front of Hongling, also in order to stop Hongling.

Southern Xinjiang and the Central Plains have been at peace for two hundred years. It would not be good to start a war between the two sides.

"Thank you..."

"Let's go." Liu Qingxuan pulls the reins and ignores the words of thirteen nights. He and Hongling ride slowly with a cold and arrogant attitude.

Nangong Beibei followed them behind. Although he was under his command, he had never been so angry for many years. But now, he had to endure the current situation!

Thirteen night led them to the tent, toward liuqingxuan and Hongling two people, respectfully nodded: "witch doctor adult, I go first to report."

Liuqingxuan and Hongling, without raising their eyebrows, ignored the words of the thirteen nights.

Nangong Beibei was the only one. There was a thin cool smile on his lips, and his face was full of cold sarcasm.

A dog is a dog. That's true!

As soon as Lin Qinghou heard that the witch doctor of Southern Xinjiang was outside the tent, he immediately came out respectfully and hurriedly. However, when his eyes fell on Nangong Beibei, his eyes immediately sank down, and he stared at her fiercely, and said in an angry voice, "are you? I will make you... "

Lin Qinghou gets angry, pulls out the long sword in his hand and waves it to Nangong Beibei. However, before it falls in front of Nangong Beibei, it has been stopped. It's liuqingxuan.

With only two fingers, he caught the sharp blade. However, his thin lips were indifferent and alienated: "if you don't sincerely want to be cured, then we're not here. It's a waste of time for you."

That finger, white as jade, is a pair of beautiful hands!

Lin Qinghou is resentful, but he is unwilling to look at Nangong Beibei. In his chest, he is roaring with anger, one after another. However, Nangong Beibei's lips are full of smile.

Lin Qinghou is now asking for help. Hongling and liuqingxuan are from southern Xinjiang. Even if Lin Qinghou is angry, he can't do anything about them.

This is why Nangong Beibei dares to follow them and walk into Lin Qinghou's sphere of influence. Seeing that his enemies are not happy, Nangong Beibei is very happy.

"I'm wrong. Please forgive me." Lin Qinghou finally relaxed his attitude, for the sake of Lin xian'er. Now, Lin xian'er's life is hanging with those precious herbs.