Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

The candles in the house were in a shallow halo. After the curtain, the handsome man trembled all over.

A little pain in the head.

Yunxi got up in a trance, but was bound by the cool painting. He just said, "what do you call me?"

The painting was cool on Yunxi's shoulder and held her thin body in her arms. She always refused to let go. Her hoarse voice came out of her throat: "sister - sister."

Every word is trembling.

Yunxi's thin lips trembled slightly. She unbelievably pushed away Hualiang and clenched his shoulder. With her cold, thin and red eyes, she said again: "Hualiang, you're drunk..."

Just slept, but the picture was cool, but it was already a little different from before. If she is calm and cool in painting, how can she call her sister? She changed her body and name. Where did she look like Huaxi? What's more... The painting is cool. He has lost his memory.

Yunxi thought, but also comforted himself.

Outside the door, lightning and thunder.

Yunxi suddenly hugged Hualiang's arm, but his face was very white.

The picture is as like as two peas: "the fear of thunder is still the same as yours. When you are drunk, you call me to call your sister. I think of the past, and everything is connected. Do you still want to hide it?"

Yunxi loosened Hualiang's arm and stepped back.

On the bed, the painting had already been dyed to cool the rain on the body. Yunxi only said, "I... I'll wipe it for you..."

After that, Yunxi got up in a panic and jumped down from the bed to find a cloth.

Hualiang looked at Yunxi's back and handed the cloth to him, but he didn't have the previous intimacy. Instead, he hung his eyes and trembled all over.

Hualiang clenched his fist: "I remember, you should be happy."

Hualiang reached out and directly held Yunxi's face, forcing her eyes to condense to herself. At this time, Hualiang saw Yunxi's dense eyes, and tears fell from her eyes.

Yunxi looked at him, but he couldn't say a word.

Hualiang took the cloth and gently wiped the rain on his body.

There has been silence here, which makes Hualiang feel afraid and sad.

When Zihua Liang turned around, Yunxi directly hugged him around the waist and said softly, "do you blame your sister for painting liang? It was your sister who didn't protect you. It was her sister who killed the painting house!"

Yunxi was buried in the cool arms of the painting and sobbed gently.

Hua Liang clenched his teeth: "you don't have to apologize at all. This is what feng'er did and has nothing to do with you! If you want to apologize, I'm sorry for you! If I didn't let you marry into the royal family of Xizhou, how could there be those things behind?"

With a loud voice, he looked at the startling thunder behind the door.

Yunxi whispered softly, "I'm willing to marry ningxiluo. I have nothing to do with anyone. Painting cools you... You just hope your sister can do so. From beginning to end, it's your sister who hurts you, not you. Understand?"

She loosened her arm and looked cool.

Although the wine gas dissipated, Yunxi was still a little unstable. Hualiang held Yunxi's arm and whispered, "if you have been like this all the time, it will be you."

Yunxi didn't understand this: "you --"

Hualiang picked up Yunxi directly, put her back on the bed and gently covered her with a quilt. He looked down at Yunxi and said, "at that time, although I knew who I was, I didn't know what you were going to do. He kept on avenging the painter. He kept on being good to me, but you didn't kill feng'er after all..."

"I... can't do it." Yunxi smiled bitterly, his face turned to one side.

Hualiang knelt directly in front of the bed.

Hearing the sound, Yunxi suddenly looked over: "what are you doing?"

Yunxi got up in advance, but he was held down by Hualiang. He said in a deep voice: "it's my fault to bring feng'er to the painter. It's also my fault to bring blood revenge to the painter. If it wasn't for the first thought, how could my sister end like this? My sister is the God of war, how can she be criticized by the world for so long! Everything is my fault!"

Yunxi was stunned and bit his lower lip: "painting is cool, my father is dead!"

Her eyes were bloodshot, but there was a trace of ambiguity when she looked at the cool picture.

Hualiang looked at Yunxi and suddenly said, "feng'er hurt the painting house. I really want to kill feng'er... So if my sister can't do it, I'll do it for my sister. So... It's good, isn't it?"

The painting was cold and flustered, and his face was white. He was at a loss and full of pain, just thinking about how to make the people in front of him not angry and dislike him, just thinking about how to make Yunxi happy

Yunxi looked at the back of his hand, drew a cool and tight hand, and whispered, "I shouldn't have asked about the things between you and feng'er. How can I have those things that shouldn't have?"

I can understand what this means.

Hualiang was flustered: "there will be no, no sister in the future. What my sister asked me to do, I will certainly do. What my sister doesn't like, Hualiang won't do. Even if my sister asked me to kill feng'er, I will go to Xizhou palace immediately!"

Hualiang got up, but Yunxi directly pressed his arm and dragged him directly to the bed.

His muscles and veins were sealed.

Yunxi stayed, picked up a cloth and gently wiped the rain on the cold hair of the painting, but the tears fell on the handsome face.

The tip of the cold nose was red: "you said, what do you want me to do?"

He struggled, but to no avail.

Yunxi looked at Hualiang's face, but smiled bitterly: "feng'er has grown up with you since childhood. How can I know what kind of friendship you have between you? Even I can't do it. How can you do it? Ah Liang, what do you think in your heart now?"

How to

Hualiang stopped struggling and coagulated Yunxi in the silence, but he laughed: "protecting you and making Fenger happy is what I thought in my life. It's just that the world has changed too fast... Isn't it?"

There was thunder outside the window. Yunxi trembled and said hoarsely, "then... Now?"

Hualiang said without hesitation: "I won't hurt you again! I will accompany you all your life! Even if I die, I won't let anyone hurt you again! I will make up for those past mistakes and make up for them!"

When tears came out, Yunxi directly raised his hand and wiped his tears: "I thought to let you accompany me. Without you, the painter would have nothing. Now you accompany me, but I'm afraid, I'm afraid you will disappear like my father... If at that time, the motivation to support me to live will be gone. So, you have to go."

Yunxi looked at the painting cool and smiled.

"When I recognized you, you let me go? If you let me go, why didn't you say it before! You're just avoiding the problem!" the painting condenses Yunxi and closes your eyes slightly, "if you let me go, then kill me."

"Cool painting!"

Hualiang said softly, "I was never afraid of going to war with my sister in the state of Zhou in those years of the painting house, and now I am. My sister jumped off the moat and my heart died. Now my sister skillfully used the secret of heaven and lived for no reason. Is it inconvenient for heaven to give her a chance? My sister is naturally favored, so she said that the Ming painter is right and my sister is right."

Yunxi smiled bitterly, "what if it's wrong?"