Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

In the distant night, Huaxi's face changed slightly.

The beautiful face is getting paler and paler.

"It's time to go back."

Huaxi smiled and glanced behind him, but his fingers were fastened on the pine.

The dragon chase in the palace river had long disappeared. It was silent. The painted stream hidden in the heavy pine trees smiled gently. The thousand water Pavilion standing behind her did not speak.

Huaxi loosened his hand and went in the direction of Hanguang palace.

She followed long Chui all the way, regardless of the obstruction of the forbidden guards. Since no one dared to bang her, she could be arrogant. She saw Yunxi go to the dragon chase and watched them practice martial arts here.

For a whole day, Huaxi looked at it in the dark night.

At such a distance, she could also see the gentleness of ningxiluo's divine feelings. Those gentleness are aimed at Yunxi. None of those gentleness is not for Yunxi!

Tonight, ningxiluo punished her to return to the palace of light. What about Yunxi? Will you go back to the heart nourishing hall with him?

Huaxi thought, but his body was shaking.

Since Huaxi stepped into the palace of light, these guards didn't follow up. Everyone stayed outside the palace of light. Huaxi Ning looked at the afterglow shining on the moon sky and stood in the main courtyard. The white fox fell to the ground and made a silent sound.

It was a cold, bitter and tiresome night.

On the hall, a touch of bright red attracted the attention of Huaxi. Her narrowed pupils looked, but she was slightly surprised. The bright red is ethereal and illusory, like the aura and fog in the fairyland. In a trance, it has been from top to bottom

The boy has a pair of extreme glass like pupils, which clearly gaze at the eyes of Huaxi under the moonlight. The delicate skin of ice muscle reflects the red dress. Every step he takes, even stepping on the snow, there is no sound. Is it lightness skill?

Huaxi retreated two steps, but fell into the snow.

Huaxi nodded and looked at the young man's smiling and flirtatious Yan Jue face. The carved bridge of the nose scattered the moonlight luster, the thin lips opened gently and smiled as if there were nothing.

Beautiful, extremely beautiful person.

Huaxi was dumb for a moment: "are you a man or a ghost?"

The young man bent down and compared a "Shh" at the corner of his lips, and then raised his red lips: "the king gave those forbidden soldiers sleeping insects and woke up in an hour. You should keep your voice down."

Sleeping bug?

Ben Wang?

Who is he? Is it ninzlo's brother? Or the enemy?

This face, even a computer-generated face, will not look so good. She has never seen such a good-looking person in the comics of the 21st century! Following the face of the original owner, I won't take advantage of it.

The boy held out his hand, but he didn't dare to pick it up.

He shook his head. "I'm a little timid."

When the cold wind hit, Yan Ming nodded slightly, looked at the darkness in the house, smiled and said, "go in with the king."

Then he went straight into the house.

There should have been medical women and palace maids in the palace of light. At this time, all the silence here makes people doubt the life and death of those people. Clearly broke into a man, but no one came out!

Huaxi got up and the door slammed shut the moment he entered the house.

The extremely beautiful man's palm lit the open fire in the house, and the candle burned, brightening and darkening the halo in his eyes. The beautiful angle of his lower jaw was supported by one hand, and there was nothing to talk about.

Yan Ming just sat here and looked at Huaxi lightly: "sit down."

Huaxi stood in front of him, but he didn't dare to get close: "you trespassed into Hanguang palace, but it's a capital crime!"

Yan Ming raised his eyebrows slightly: "do you like Wenzhi?"

"Ningxiluo?" Huaxi pursed his eyebrows. Why did the boy ask so? Are you asking these gossip when you break into the palace late at night?

Yan Ming slowly poured tea: "do you like the body the king gave you?"

The question sounded like thunder.

Huaxi directly sat on the wooden stool and looked at the man in front of him with a stiff white face: "I don't know what you mean?"

Yan Ming held his face and smiled: "the God of war Huaxi is the most beautiful person in the world. I don't know how many women envy the appearance of this body. Since the king has the ability to poison into the soul, he also has the ability to kill you."

Huaxi grabbed the tablecloth and suddenly stood up: "you -- you --"

She nearly lost her footing.

At this moment, Huaxi understood everything. The reason why she can cross here and live as Huaxi is because of the ability of the person in front of her?

Why did he help her?

But why do you say that?

What does this have to do with liking ninsiro?

Yan Ming raised his eyes: "you can call me the eighth Lord."

A lukewarm glance also chilled the heart of Huaxi. It was a murderous and inhumane glance, completely different from ninzlo's indifference. Laughter is laughter, but it is also frightening.

Huaxi looked at him: "get out!"

"I can help you get Wenzhi, and I can also help you get the queen of this western state, as long as you listen to me."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you hate Yunxi very much? Don't you want ningxiluo to hate her?"

Yan Ming was still sitting, not looking at the painting stream.

Hearing the name of "Yunxi", Huaxi pursed her eyebrows and gradually sank her heart: "aren't you from Xizhou?"

He smiled faintly, then stared at Huaxi's eyes. A bug flew out of his sleeve and fell directly on Huaxi's shoulder. The painting stream droops its eyes, but its heart trembles.

"Isn't this body fit yet?" he said.

"So?"

"Don't you want the magnificent internal force left in the body by the God of war?"

Yan Ming smiled faintly and silent the heart of Huaxi.

Huaxi gritted his teeth: "do you have a way?"

Immediately, the insect on the shoulder melted her flesh and blood and disappeared in an instant. The pain in her body rendered the heart of Huaxi. She fell to the ground and hugged her body.

It seems that... All the blood is stirring.

Yan Ming got up and went to Huaxi step by step: "with this internal power, let Ning Xiluo believe you and everyone believe that you are Huaxi."

"How?"

Yan Ming bent down and stroked the disordered hair of Huaxi: "if you want, the king will give you the memories of Huaxi. If you want, the king can give you the internal power of Huaxi."

"What are you doing all this for?" Huaxi gritted his teeth.

Yan Ming shook his head slightly: "it's your responsibility to turn into a real painted River and become the head of the back palace of ningxiluo. It's your responsibility to make the people of Xizhou believe in you. If you don't do well, the king will take away this body."

Take it?

Huaxi trembled and coagulated his slender fingers. The insect supported her internal power, and then the whole brain was confused. The pain all over could not support her physical strength.

Huaxi tried his best to catch the boy's clothes, but he kicked it open.

When Yan Ming opened the door, he looked back with extreme cold: "in front of the king, your name will never be connected with the God of war. Don't forget your former name, Xueying."

When the wind and snow entered the house, it directly fell on her white body.

Yes, her name is Xueying, not Huaxi. She is Xueying who died in the 21st century.