Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

The rain was heavier at night, and those who should have come fell here as scheduled.

At this time, qingluan was holding the beautiful box and standing just right.

It was raining in the pattering rain. The green bamboo umbrella fell, and the pure green gauze clothes slipped down. A burst of summer cold came into qingluan's body, and she fought a cold war.

The green bamboo umbrella moved away a little. Qingluan saw that the door of the house opened gently, and his face was happy. Qingluan said in a hurry: "it's time of the sea, eighth Lord. Am I not late?"

The red boot was getting closer and closer, trampling on the mud.

Qingluan stood and directly lost the green bamboo umbrella. Looking at the gorgeous man in front of her, she was slightly surprised.

Yan Ming stood under the dark cloud covered moon, and his sparkling glass eyes glanced at the woods behind qingluan, and Yan Hong's lips had a little more smile: "No."

I don't know when the posture of youth has been so high.

Once Yan Ming was only half as tall as her. Now, standing under the moon, qingluan wants to nod his head to see more. Now he has given birth to a childe, which seems to be one point higher than longziqing at that time.

Time... Has it been so long?

As soon as qingluan tightened her heart, she took the wooden box back and followed Yan Ming's back towards the forest. Every step is gentle.

Yan Ming walked very slowly, as if walking in the rain.

His hair was silvery white, more dazzling than the moon. His red clothes rippled in the green forest. His pale was even against his sinister appearance. He glanced slightly. The outline of the profile fell the light of the stars and the moon. It was so beautiful.

——It's more beautiful than the river girl!

Such thoughts fell into qingluan's heart. She quickly shook her head, hurriedly hugged her head and twisted her face. At this time, why did she praise Yan Ming in her heart?

She clearly hates Yan Ming!

Demon Yan bewitches the crowd!

It's very appropriate to describe Yan Ming!

The person who looked sideways raised his lips a little: "qingluan, let the stars and moon out."

Qingluan stopped and listened to Yan Ming's words without thinking.

She opened the box, and little stars and moon insects flew up against the rain and whirled in the forest.

At this time, Yan Ming gently leaned on the tree, nodded at the stars and moons, and said with a smile: "the stars and moons reproduce very fast. I used 20 of the 30 stars and moons you gave me, but there are still 15. That's the truth."

Qingluan looked at the stars and moon insects in the rain and nodded his head: "if so, I can get 20000 in a few years!"

With joy, qingluan looked at Yan Ming.

The young man disagreed and raised his arm lightly. At this moment, the stars and moons went towards Yan Ming, all spinning in the palm of his hand, and the stars reflected Yan Ming's white handsome face.

Qingluan was surprised and said, "Xingyue listens to you very much?"

Yan Ming looked sideways and said faintly, "I used to raise Xingyue with blood. I also used many Xingyue when I was injured, so they can feel the vitality in my blood, so it's normal for Xingyue to like me."

Blood?

Qingluan's heart tightened and said, "didn't all the 20000 stars and moons you saved Miss Xi live by drinking your blood?"

Yan Ming was silent, sucking the cool air here, and his lips smiled more.

This appearance is already obvious. How could the stars and moons listen to him unless they drank blood? Twenty thousand stars and moons died to form a rebirth Gu, just to save Miss Xi

Can 20000 be just a number?

How could he have so much blood?

Qingluan whispered, "if so, I would like to raise these stars and moons with blood until 20000, until the owner of the East Palace comes back!"

She stepped forward and suddenly stopped.

Yan Ming coagulates qingluan, and the colored glass pupil has a bitter meaning: "have you really forgotten the matter of a bad end?"

"No!"

"Qingluan, tell me, if longziqing is reborn, what do you want to see most?"

Yan Ming's words made qingluan frown. Her greatest wish was that longziqing lived, but what she wanted most was not that longziqing forgot Miss Xi, but that longziqing could accompany her.

This is her selfishness and what she wants most.

Qingluan was silent and didn't speak for a long time.

Yan Ming gets up and takes those stars and moons to qingluan step by step, and the stars fall on the palm of qingluan's hand.

She murmured, "what if I wanted him?"

Her fingertips bled, which was bitten by the stars and moon insects. Qingluan endured it and looked at the slender and handsome man in front of her.

Yan Ming said faintly, "if so, your bad end is that the resurrected person will leave you forever. This is the price of rebirth."

Qingluan's face turned white and murmured what Nian huaisu said that day: "what I want, I lose. What he wants, he loses. If so... My bad end is so, what is his bad end?"

Yan Ming looked down at qingluan and smiled: "losing what he has and trapping what he gets is a bad end. If you think about it well, you can feed Xingyue Gu with your blood. From now on, your master is Xingyue and nothing else."

The rain is falling, watering the heart of qingluan.

Live in pain, or leave the world silently?

Does long Ziqing want to live?

Yes, what he wants is to live.

Such a price is not at the cost of life, so it's unimpeded, unimpeded!

Qingluan looked at Yan Ming and closed her eyes. In an instant, all the stars and moons bit her fingers, and the pain of tearing her heart and lungs came from her hands.

What is more painful than his death?

Qingluan choked: "thank you."

The man who should have left stood in the rain and smiled faintly: "there is also an insect pupa in the wooden box. It's a gift from sister Huai Su. Take it well."

Look away.

Yan Ming's face became more and more indifferent with a smile. He was slow at every step.

What is the difference between qingluan at this time and him at that time?

Surely... Is it no difference?

It's just a poor man.

Yan Ming clenched his fist, leaned against the side of the tree halfway and gasped gently: "it's still generous. I knew it would give her two. There's no star and moon, no more..."

Silver hair fell on his chest and was wet too much by the rain.

Yan Ming stands on the tree, and a shadow is getting closer and closer behind him. He pretends not to know and walks very slowly. At the moment of falling, the shadow directly holds Yan Ming's arm.

The bamboo umbrella fell and turned.

The water on the ground reflected the woman's eagerness.

The woman stood under the night, her fingers trembling slightly and murmuring, "Yan Ming."

It was at this time that the clothes mended in the afternoon made a noise and rotted again.

Yan Ming didn't stand well. He slipped under his feet and fell into the man's arms. The man was thin, but also powerful. Between his nods, the girl's cool and beautiful face was reflected in his glazed eyes.

He looked at Huaxi with his very shallow eyes and whispered, "I have bumped into the girl. How much I offend."