Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

It was pitch dark inside.

The window was closed tightly, the wind mixed with the rain beat on the window, and the sound of "crackling" did not affect any changes here.

The sound of steady breathing fluctuated in an instant.

In the dark, the slender young man was forced to lean on the soft collapse and knock his head on the pillow. The glass eyes quietly coagulated Ning Xiluo, who was close in front of him, and raised his smile.

That smile seems to be pondering and bitter.

Yan Ming whispered, "get started, turn off the lights and kill me?"

"Get started, turn off the lights and kill you."

Ning Xiluo's hand was fastened on Yan Ming's neck. With only a slight force, Yan Ming's face was very pale. Although he was pale, Yan Ming didn't mean to beg for mercy.

There was silence here, leaving only the cold anger in the Phoenix eyes.

Yan Ming stared at the man close by and stroked his fallen hair: "it's not easy to see Huaxi come to me with his own eyes?"

After seeing Ning Xiluo's hair straightened out, Yan Ming retracted his hand.

It's very dark here, and it's very hot because the doors and windows are closed.

Yan Ming breathed heavily. His temples were covered with sweat. His silver hair was stained with sweat and fell on his neck. Every inch of his skin was warm and greasy, with a faint glow of night.

Ning Xiluo frowned slightly and increased his strength: "I haven't thought about practicing internal skills again for so long. Are you waiting for me to kill you?"

Ning Xiluo didn't reply to Yan Ming's words, but asked this question that made Yan Ming feel funny.

Yan Ming choked his throat, lightly swept his cold eyes and smiled: "in the past, you thought that I forced Huaxi around me, but now you see, she took the initiative to find it. It broke your heart, didn't she?"

"Do you think Xi'er has you in his heart?"

"It's not me, it's you, Wenzhi."

Yan Ming quietly looked at the wavless Phoenix eyes, looked at his slightly beautiful anger, looked at his silent appearance, and suddenly there was a little chaos, but there was more bitterness in his heart.

Ningxiluo's hand loosened. He looked down and said softly, "I don't doubt her."

Yan Ming supported the bed with his arm, slightly stretched his neck, smiled and said, "if you come here to find me, you are already skeptical. If you don't come here to find me, you are not skeptical. I understand this truth, don't you understand?"

In the dark, in the dark——

Those cold Phoenix eyes seemed to tear the people in front of them completely at any time. They just stared at them quietly and looked at them lightly. Their beautiful appearance had already recovered its previous indifference.

Yan Ming stood up with the wood of the bed and gently rubbed the red seal on his neck: "you still pity me without martial arts."

Ning Xiluo's sword eyebrow frowned. He once again took out the sword from his waist and fell on Yan Ming's neck: "aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"Why not?"

Yan Ming suddenly laughed. He gently moved the sword and directly pushed open the window. The rain once again fell on him, and the moonlight covered by dark clouds quietly scattered on the beautiful face.

Suddenly, Yan Ming turned his head sideways, and his smiling appearance turned cold——

The wind swept the tip of the hair.

Yan Ming nodded and said, "Wenzhi, do you know what nonsense is? She loves you, but it doesn't mean she really doesn't love you. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't love you all her life, never!"

That's firm.

Yan Ming glanced at Ning Xiluo's elongated sword, which was a mockery.

The sword was clean and bright, as if it had never killed anyone. I didn't know how much blood was stained on it. What I saw was not the truth. What I couldn't see didn't mean that it hadn't happened. This was the case with him and Huaxi in the past.

Ning Xiluo's eyes were filled with doubt and surprise, which Yan Ming saw clearly. Those heavy rains wet Yan Ming on the side of the window, and also flew into Ning Xiluo's clothes

The Dragon boots came forward step by step, but the sword didn't stab it, but it was light in front of Yan Ming's chest. Ning Xiluo's throat moved slightly, and his lips pursed more cold radians: "Yan Ming, do you know what you're talking about?"

"Talking about secrets, the secrets of my past with Huaxi."

"I don't know what past you have with Xi'er? She grew up in me during the Wanli years of Xizhou. Why are you qualified to have any past with her!"

The sword entered Yan Ming's chest a minute away, and the blood had been gently diffused.

Yan Ming lowered his eyes and looked at the sword. His slender fingers touched the blade and made a long sound.

At this time, the air was silent for a few minutes.

Yan Ming lowered his eyes and smiled. Looking at the reflection of Ning Xiluo's beautiful face on the blade, he whispered, "do you know who she was before she became a painting house and a painting river?"

The question was gentle, and ningxiluo suddenly smothered: "what do you mean?"

The moonlight in the window shines brightly on Yan Ming's beautiful face. Yan Ming gently licks the cracked lips and looks at Ning Xiluo's face as if it were nothing: "rebirth Gu, I used it on Huaxi for three times. The second time, she was born from the body of Yun's legitimate daughter; the third time, she was born from the body of Rong Mei. Do you know when I used it for the first time?"

Yan Ming's smile was unwilling and disdainful.

No one has seen such an expression.

There was danger in that eye color, which made Ning Xiluo feel that he shouldn't listen for the first time, but Ning Xiluo still stood against the sword and said coldly: "she is a painting River, and she is a painting River from beginning to end, not who was born from the body of the painting River!"

Ning Xiluo's words were angry. Yan Ming understood and just responded: "you only know that she is Huaxi, but you don't know why she is called Huaxi. If you want to blame it, you can only blame Huawu for dying early. You haven't told you anything."

Huawu is the father of Huaxi. Who in this continent knows?

Yan Ming's hand was on the sword and pulled it out directly! His fingers were covered with blood, inch by inch, which strongly red the color of the ground.

Ning Xiluo loosened the sword and saw that the sword fell to the ground without saying anything. Then he sneered at the man in front of him: "painting martial arts has not betrayed Xizhou because of Eastern Shu. I always know."

"Know? That can only say that you know too little. You only know the relationship between Huawu and your western state."

Yan Ming turned sideways and walked towards the side of the cabinet. In the dark, he searched for something and took out a wooden box full of his blood.

Yan Ming lowered his eyes and looked at the bloody chest. He didn't frown because of the pain. He softened his eyebrows.

The wooden box was placed on the table. Yan Ming put his arm on the table, raised his head and nodded Ning Xiluo: "do you think you really understand Huaxi? Or do you know general Huawu enough?"

The Phoenix eyes tightly coagulated the wooden box and said in a cold voice, "what are you trying to say?"

Yan Ming smiled and lightly buttoned the lock of the wooden box.

Pa

When the lock fell to the ground, the slender finger gently pressed on the wooden box, gently opened the wooden box and dropped its contents.

There stood a letter and a jade pendant.

The letter carried the yellow blood and tears. The color of the blood even dyed the jade pendant

On the envelope, there are only four simple words - Yan Ming, Qinqi.

On the dark night, Yan Ming wiped the blood on his hands clean on his clothes, took out the letter and jade pendant with great treasure, and gently handed it to Ning Xiluo: "the handwriting of Huaxi can't be fake, can't it?"

Ning Xiluo gently grasped the letter, his eyes were light, but he didn't open it for a long time. The Phoenix's eyes glanced lightly. He looked at the cold jade pendant in his hand and held it tightly... At this moment, the moonlight broke up the word "Huaxi" printed on it, which was particularly bright.

Yan Ming got up, stood a short distance from ningxiluo, smiled and said, "are you afraid? Or are you afraid that Huaxi won't come back to you after reading this letter?"

The voice of youth has a unique clarity.

Yan Ming stretched out his hand, gently pressed Ning Xiluo's finger, directly helped him tear open the envelope and revealed the rice paper with old ink.

The moonlight hit the rice paper with a faint yellow. This letter comes from the 13th year of Wanli in Xizhou. It has been 25 years since now

The edge of the letter paper is a little rotten, without reducing the abrasion marks on the letter paper.

Ningxiluo gently pressed on the thick stack of letters, trembled and opened.

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