Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

Jialan smiles gently, which is the sad tone that Ouyang Yue has never seen before, "Ouyang Yue, how much I have done for you, I don't want you to know, I don't think it's necessary, I just need to be the person you need most, become your backup, protect you, stand up when you are in danger, I think that's enough. As long as you say one word, I can die for you. If you want me to die, just say it. But why... Why do you want to give up on me? Ouyang Yue, the most terrible thing is not those sword wounds, but how to cover not hot people's hearts, you think those have been obtained, but you are still not enough, you also greedy want more, but those things, if you can really get so easily, then in this world, why there are so many poor people?

Ouyang Yue, I always thought that if you don't love me, I can stay by your side and protect you well, but... Ha ha, I come to ask you, I'm just sad, I never regret loving you, and you... I leave, do you never feel sad? Even without me, you will have no influence on Ouyang Yue at all? "

"No Ouyang Yue spewed out these two words.

What Mingming Jialan said is true, but Ouyang Yue doesn't know what's going on at the moment. She has heartache inside.

And not for a while, bursts of pain began to spread, that for Ouyang Yue, it is never had the pain.

It spreads to the bone marrow, but it goes straight into the heart.

"Not yet?"

Jialan coldly smile: "no matter it is not, I think from now on, will not do anything for you, I come, just want to ask these words clearly, also by the way with you to say these things clearly, you want to be angry, kill, I don't fight back..."

What is the difference between a person's short life and his long life?

Without the meaning of existence, death is also good. For him, this miserable life has nothing to remember.

Jialan still remembers that at the beginning, because the little girl was bullied and she was crying, he stood up and wiped the tears from her face.

"Don't cry. With me, those people won't bully you any more."

This is what he comforted the youngest girl at the beginning. Later, the little girl won't cry any more, and he never comforted her, but he was always by her side.

He will know what she lacks and what she needs. He will try to make herself stronger. He just wants the little girl to be better.

He and the little girl are friends, but at that time he never told the little girl that he had that idea, but the final result?

What happened?

His little girl, gone

"Kalan, no, I can't kill you."

Ouyang Yue has a sore throat. She only realizes that when Jialan says those words, those words seem to be a pair of invisible big hands, pinching her neck, naturally also pinching her heart.

Maybe she really wanted to give up at that time, but at the moment, every word was poked into her heart, and she couldn't bear the pain.

——But what's the difference between you and killing me yourself?

In Jialan's eyes, it's also sad. Since we don't kill each other, we should never see each other again. What we should say has been made clear, and we have nothing to say.

He turned around, but left Ouyang Yue a figure. When Ouyang Yue stepped forward to catch up with him, the weak voice had already come:

"All your words and actions are meaningless. Since I escaped from the seven killing gate, please let me live."

Strange, this is the most strange name, heart pain!

But this sentence, like the gap between them, could not be crossed any more. She lacked the reason to catch up.

That's because the people of the seven killing sect had approached her twice, and she refused them twice. Maybe the first time she said that in order to be angry in front of the river.

But the second time, it was without hesitation.

It's her fault

Since it is, what reason does she have to go again? There's no more reason.

……

Nangong Beibei followed the cold wind, white dust they walked out, that carved brilliant Zhumen, surrounded by luxury, beautiful scenery in the courtyard.

There is no doubt that it is no longer stimulating Nangong Beibei. This is the imperial palace. The Imperial Palace should be guarded by the heavy soldiers all the time, but at the moment, it is not.

From the beginning, what Ouyang Yue said proved that Ouyang Yue would not really make the Imperial Palace an empty city. There must be ambush.

And what Ouyang Yue wants is her own hand, and so assured to let her go, she must have left that way.

If Nangong Beibei doesn't do it, it will be replaced by those who are arranged by Ouyang Yue secretly. Ouyang Yue's people, even if their martial arts are not as powerful as that, still have that difficult degree.

It's not so easy to run away, and she has a child in her stomach. It's not easy for her to fight and run away.

No doubt, Ouyang Yue gave her a difficult problem, but she had to do it.

After sipping her lips, the dagger on Nangong Beibei's palm is turning quickly, but she hasn't had time to start towards the cold wind.

The sharp pain came from the wrist, but the dagger in the hand suddenly fell on the ground. The sound of "bang Dang" was particularly abrupt.

But Leng Feng and Bai Chen are stunned, especially Leng Feng, whose gaze has been on Nangong Beibei. They can't believe it.

This dagger is in Nangong Beibei's hand

"What Ouyang Yue has come up with, are you sure you still want to use it?" Nangong Beibei in guilt, dare not on the cold wind line of sight, Jialan's voice is slowly spread into their ears.

Jialan, however, slowly came into their sight.

It's Ouyang Yue's way and her design, but can she have something to say in the face of Ouyang Yue's instructions?

Even if the dagger falls to the ground, she must pick it up again. The palace is heavily guarded, and they can't escape!

Nangong Beibei didn't answer, but the internal force in his palm turned quickly. When the cold wind was not prepared, he hit the cold wind's hand directly.

In the absence of his defense, he easily took the sword from Lengfeng's hand.

Of course, it's not cold wind without the slightest precaution. That's because the person who does this is a woman named Nangong Beibei.

Because it's her, anything in Lengfeng's hands can be let go.