Princess Runs Away On Wedding

He's wrong. He shouldn't be angry with her.

This girl is a delicate bag, but she is too proud to bear any anger.

His head is not long bag, fight with her what anger?

She is the woman he dreams of, his future wife, and the person he believes to be in life.

He is too late to care, why bother with her?

What if she didn't love him enough?

He loves her very much, that's enough!

They have a long way to go. They have decades of time to grind slowly. One day, her heart will completely belong to him!

Linglong rushes forward with tears and interrupts him.

She tugged at the corner of Xiaoya's clothes. "Miss Tang, don't want to. My master is infatuated with you. Heaven and earth can learn from each other. You can't trample on other people's affection with your life experience."

Xiaoya is angry and angry. She can't control her temper and kick her feet.

"That's enough. Get out of here."

Bitch, that's disgusting.

Linglong screamed and rolled on the ground, covering his stomach and wailing.

Zhuo ran was startled and quickly stepped forward to help her up, "how about it? Where does it hurt? "

Linglong nestled into his arms, hands wrapped around his waist, crying repeatedly, "master, good pain, my stomach pain, am I going to die?"

Zhuo ran saw the tragic situation many years ago, blood spilled all over the ground, pale as paper, dying girl, affectionate and desperate eyes, weak and helpless voice

The mind was agitated and disordered, and no abnormality was found.

"Nonsense, don't be afraid. I will save you."

We can't let the tragedy happen again, let alone ling'er's sister die in front of him.

Taking advantage of his unprepared, Linglong threw a provocative look at Xiaoya.

Hum, what's the use of a good family background?

Still can't hold a man's heart.

There is no eternal truth in the world, only the junior who doesn't work hard.

Xiaoya was greatly stimulated, and they were close to each other's scene, deeply pricked her eyes, angry.

"Get out of here."

"Xiao Liu, throw them out."

Zhuo Ran is upset. Xiaoya's heart is really cruel. She is merciless.

In the arms of Linglong cry more miserable, face is full of tears, crying pear with rain, wronged can not.

"Master, it hurts so much. Have I been kicked to pieces by Miss Tang?"

Her face of fear and fear, sad cry open, "I'm going to die, sister, I'm going to meet you, sister, I'm so miserable."

As soon as she mentioned her sister, Zhuo ran was in a state of confusion, and her eyebrows frowned unconsciously.

"You will not die, never."

Their intimate and warm appearance, the two eyes of Xiaoya's gas were black, and they wanted to kick them out.

She red eyes, from the small six waist pull out the sword, aimed at the pair of dependent men and women, angry.

The little face rose red and yelled fiercely, "if you don't get out, don't blame me for being merciless."

I haven't been so angry in my life. I'm so angry.

It's too much, too hateful, to be intimate in front of her.

I don't take her seriously.

Zhuo ran stares at the sword light of Sen Leng, and his face is pale and shivering.

How could she face him with a sword???

Who is he?

Is it the enemy?

The heart was stabbed into thousands of holes, blood dripping, ice cold, as in the ice and snow, breathing is extremely difficult.

He raised his eyes, his eyes as cold as snow, "you won't regret it?"