Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

The pilot of the plane was rosefinch. She always heard the movement in the cabin and was very worried. She wanted to go in and have a look, but she was really afraid of being disturbed, so she was patient all the time.

Seeing the blood flowing out of Nangong Jue's forehead, the rosefinch was surprised. What happened? The master was injured!!

"Master, you are hurt."

"How long will it take to get to chanyue temple?" He said other things coldly.

"It's just ahead, soon. Master... Are you ok? "

"Find a landing point close to it and get down." He is still cold, too helpless, but can not bear to see her continue to go crazy, more do not know, at this time his approach, in the end is right, wrong.

Rosefinch did not dare to ask any more, so he nodded.

The helicopter slowly went down, and soon found a relatively flat landing point in the dark, and opened the cabin door, because it was late at night, and it was deep in the mountains and wild forests, and the wind was so strong that her hot head seemed to cool down in an instant.

This made Nangong Jue regret a little more: "up the mountain in front is the Zen Moon Temple. They have already arrived here. Are you missing one or two steps?"

Shallow Xi did not answer, he walked out of the plane, her body at this time is very weak, had a fever, still blowing in the cold wind, simply do not want to live.

Nangong Jue goes down with the quilt and catches up with her. Wrap her in a quilt from the back: "Qianxi, you hate me or kill me, whatever you want. Don't treat yourself like this."

"Let go of me!" And she was as cold as ice.

"Qian Xi, why are you doing this?"

"Nangong Jue, why did you do that!! Now that you think about it, you should be ruthless and indifferent, which is in line with your character. Don't follow

For him, the biggest revenge at this time is not her killing him, but endless indifference.

She let go of her arms and the quilt fell to the ground. She did not stop at the pace of their own a person walking forward in the wind.

Nangong Jue stood there, watching her go a long way, turned around and went back to the helicopter, the plane slowly lifted off, a little bit away from here.

Qian Xi never looked up. No matter how far he went, he should have. No matter how lonely or miserable I was, I didn't need a little sympathy from him.

The most painful thing in the world is not that I can't forget my hatred for him and forgive him. Nothing, but when everything is within reach, I do not want to reach out to touch.

Her step is more and more slow, with a high fever, a person wearing thin clothes walking in the wind.

"Cough cough cough..." coughing, her body is more and more weak, no matter how people change, how to become strong, the quality of the body is a soft rib.

He fell to the ground.

They huddled together.

Shivering, a little confused, but not to sleep. She should have a good sleep, but she can't sleep. Is she still thinking about something?

Thinking about, for his unforgettable hate, thinking about why his attitude will be so helpless?

Lying on the ground, like there is a great grievance like.

He admitted all the abominable things he had done in those years, apologized for it, and even put down his words so that I could kill him and torture him. And me? But at that moment, I don't know how to do it well. I can't put down the hatred in my heart, so I should kill him!

But why

I feel so tired again!! Can you change his attitude? If you want to be a villain, do it thoroughly instead of like this

Indifference is my only way out.

She didn't know how long time had passed and how long she had been lying on the ground. She only knew that the flame inside her body was fighting with the cold wind outside.

And then

Hearing the sound of footsteps, it seemed that someone had come here. She had no strength to look up and didn't want to see who it was.

After a while, a man stood in front of her.

Who? Who is it?

Is it a ghost? Or is Nangong Jue back?

The man squatted down and helped her up on the ground.

That is a thick and warm hand, from the palm of his hand, almost all the warmth to her body.

Who?

Who is it?

Shallow Xi a little bit of raised Mou son, doubted of see to the person in front of, South Temple absolute? Is that him?! Then the moonlight and starlight here, a little bit to see clearly in front of the people.

Some of his white clothes look like those worn by ancient people, while his long hair and shawl are just like the gods coming down from the sky.

His eyes were as clean as a handful of holy snow on the top of a mountain. The wind at night disturbed the wisps of black hair in front of his forehead. The hair gently crossed his eyes and scattered on his mortal face. He is aloof and indifferent.

Am I hallucinating?

Why do you see Master moyou?

Shallowly, he reaches out his hand and tries to touch the figure in front of him. If it's an illusion, it will disappear at the touch... There will be no temperature

When the cold little hand touched Mo you's body, the warmth came, and she was almost excited to cry: "master... It's really you. It's not an illusion. "

Mo you doesn't speak, just fingers gently over her messy hair that was blown by the wind.

"Master, whoa, whoa, whoa..." she wailed like a child. The grievances hidden in my heart, the anger in my heart, all the emotions in my heart, in front of the master, all turned into tears. No defense, no armor, at this time, she really like a flesh and blood, with a weak side.

He was not good at saying anything. He just picked her up and walked up the mountain.

As everyone knows, nangongjue stands in the distance, watching moyou holding the wind up the mountain, just watching quietly.

"Master, why don't you take Miss Feng up the mountain by yourself?" Zhuque stood behind Nangong Jue, his brow locked.

"She doesn't need me."

Rosefinch some doubt, that wind shallow Xi need that Mo you? The master went up the mountain to find him and told Mo you that the wind was at the foot of the mountain.

What's their relationship?

"Master, shall we continue to wait for Miss Feng to come down here?"

"No need."

"Oh." Rosefinch bowed his head, no need. Since it is no need, why do you stand here at night and refuse to leave? Even she felt a little cold.

Nangong was desperate for the figure that had almost disappeared in the dark. He stayed here for a long time and whispered to himself, "when you do something wrong, even breathing is wrong."

The rosefinch only heard the whisper, and his heart was tight.