Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Such words seem dangerous and warning, but they have a unique beauty from the mouth of this beautiful person. Huaxi stared at him for a long time, his face getting redder and redder.

Although the young man has blood on his body, the strong young man can look so good.

How the hell did his mother give birth to him? Huaxi sighed and nodded her head in a daze. But at this time, she looked at the injured place on the boy's abdomen and whispered, "all the bones are exposed. Are you still alive? You are very strong."

With her arms propped up, she rose from the bed.

The boy sat on the bench, his eyes fixed on the injury, his index finger gently placed on his lips and compared with a shying posture: "what I see and hear today will rot in my stomach. Since I brought you here, I want to save you, okay?"

Ben Wang?

Where's the prince?

Huaxi thought, got off the ground, stood obediently in front of the teenager, and gently nodded his head: "I understand. I won't say anything. Just rest assured."

The pair of glazed eyes coagulated on Huaxi's hands, and the voice was clear and gentle: "go find a clean cloth and wipe these blood stains. The action is lighter, don't make me hurt."

Huaxi nodded, turned around, searched for something in the cabinet in the room, found a handkerchief, dipped moisture in the pot and gently touched the boy's abdomen.

She half knelt on the ground and looked at the wound carefully by the light of the candle, her eyelashes flashing under her eyelids.

Feeling something wrong, Huaxi nodded and saw the young man condensing her. Those eyes seemed to be flirtatious and gentle. For a moment, Huaxi couldn't understand what the eyes meant.

The four eyes were opposite, Huaxi narrowed his eyes and smiled at the boy.

She rubbed it very carefully, as if she was afraid of his pain. Huaxi gently pressed the boy's hand, seriously changed the cloth and continued to wipe. The Kung Fu of a incense stick passed, and the boy didn't even show his pain.

The wound had been treated well, and the boy seemed tired. He took a wooden box under himself and put it gently in the palm of Huaxi's hand. The wooden box was very small. After opening it, I saw a insect with a faint starlight flying in the.

Huaxi was surprised: "is this the insect of Eastern Shu?"

It seemed that he felt free. The bug flew out directly and went towards the boy's abdomen in an instant.

But soon, somehow, the light of the bug became weaker and weaker, and one disappeared into the teenager's abdomen. The injured place healed at a very fast speed.

Huaxi looked in surprise: "is it a medical Gu? I heard what my brother said!"

Her voice was a little loud. Then she covered her mouth and looked at the boy's thin abdomen as white as other places, as if she had never been hurt.

In an instant, the boy took Huaxi's arm and forced her to the side of the bed.

Huaxi lay there, looking at the beautiful face close at hand, his heart beat faster, but his eyes didn't turn to other places, and his face was very red.

——What is he doing?

Huaxi was restless. He loosened the bloody cloth and fell to the ground.

The light in the room was very dark, and the stars falling from the high window seemed to caress under the young man's eyelids, bright and with light tenderness.

Just at such a close distance, the young man raised his lips slightly: "the king has never seen you."

Huaxi stammered and whispered, "I'm from Kyoto. It's normal that you haven't seen me."

"Kyoto, Xizhou? What are you doing in Suzhou, Dongshu?"

How to answer that? She couldn't say that she wanted to escape marriage and go to Nanyue. As a result, she lost her direction and came to Dongshu by boat, right?

When Huaxi was embarrassed, he whispered, "my father is a general, and my brother is also a general, so my family wanted me to marry a general... So I escaped..."

The voice was very low. He drew Xi's eyebrows, but he didn't see the boy's playful smile.

She stayed in the boudoir for more than ten years and didn't go out of the door. She was so obedient that she had to be slaughtered in the end. If so, she might as well sink in the broken kettle.

On her wedding day, she ran away.

Qiu Leng fled. It was early winter when he arrived in Gusu, Eastern Shu. He ran out of silver and even sold his clothes as money. Being so poor and reduced to this mountain nest is a disgrace to the painting house.

When I think about painting, the corners of my lips are more bitter.

However, the boy who oppressed her looked at her at this time, and his eyes were undulating and fading. Those eyes were so beautiful that even the moonlight lost its color.

So close, warm breathing close at hand.

Huaxi looked at his bare upper body and asked softly, "aren't you... Cold?"

"No problem."

Huaxi frowned again: "seeing that you know martial arts, why did you get caught here? Was it forced by helplessness? Or was there another secret? Or did you come here to destroy the mountain bandit's nest?"

This made the young man laugh, and the beautiful face seemed to be blooming.

Even a smile is extremely beautiful, like a spring breeze. His lips are raised and his exposed teeth are so beautiful. Huaxi quietly coagulated his mouth and swallowed his saliva.

In an instant, the boy loosened his arm and fell directly on Huaxi.

He held Huaxi tightly!

Huaxi suddenly opened her eyes, listened to each other's heartbeat, and looked at the air at a loss.

The man on the body put his chin on Huaxi's shoulder and murmured softly, "just now you look so good. I thought it was the beauty trick of those dead men, so I wanted to take you to the house and kill you. You don't even have internal power. You should be a good man."

The words were hoarse with a slight breath.

Huaxi shook his head: "you look so good, you certainly don't look up to me. Even with a beauty trick, I'll find a man who is uglier than me."

Huaxi said, seeing that the man on his body was no longer moving, he was expected to push him away, but at this time, the boy pressed on Huaxi's shoulder. The pupil that had closed his eyes was quietly condensing the painting stream at the moment. The demonic color seemed to bewitch the painting stream.

Huaxi stopped breathing and carefully said, "why do you look at me again?"

The boy stretched his arm and pre pulled her belt.

Huaxi pushed him away: "you -- what are you going to do!"

He was lazy and sat on his bed. He looked at the painted River and said with a smile, "give me your body or to these mountain bandits. How do you choose?"

This is a joke. I can't understand it.

At this time, Huaxi's arms had hugged himself, and his eyes quickly turned red: "I haven't reached the hairpin! Seeing that you are as old as me, how can you think of such a dirty thing!"

She was so nervous, but the boy laughed.

The candle suddenly went out, leaving only the light of the glazed eyes. The light shone on the eyes of Huaxi. In an instant, the boy stretched out his arm, and a little palm wind hit the Huaxi.

The ink hair swirled and disordered the youth.

While Huaxi was in a panic, Yan Ming pulled the bedding directly and covered himself and her gently. He lay down in both hands. His voice was faint and said, "the holy thing for healing just now is Xingyue Gu. Do you like it?"

"Don't do anything to me!"

"If I hadn't taken you away, you would have been destroyed by those mountain bandits tonight. I've never saved anyone, and you are the first one I want to save. Do you know what this means?"

"If you dare to touch me, try it!"

"It means my heart is happy with you, and now you live under the same roof with me, your reputation is gone, and I will marry you in the future. You can't go back."

"What?"

Among the bedding, Huaxi stared at the boy's most demonic face.

The face was on the pillow and smiled at the painted river. He stretched out his fingers and stroked the face of the painted River, gently soft and warm.

Huaxi was stiff and swallowed again.

The boy closed his eyes gently: "Yan Ming, my name."

Huaxi said stiffly, "Huaxi... I'm Huaxi..."

Huaxi knew she was trembling, but it was the first time she looked at a new person so close. She could not feel the cold outside. She only knew that the beautiful person in front of her held her in her arms, and the tip of her nose gently pressed against the tip of her nose, cool and slippery.

Suddenly, Yan Ming opened his eyes and whispered, "why don't you hide anymore?"

"Because... You look good... I don't have to suffer... I want to understand..."

Yan Ming smiled at the corner of his lips: "are you cold?"

His hand stroked the face of Huaxi. Although his cheek was red, it was cold. He whispered, looking more like a rabbit, gentle and less evil.

Huaxi closed his eyes and dared not look at him again: "you think I'm a bad man, but you still choose to bring me here to test me without strong force, so I think you're a good man and I like you."

They are still in the mountain bandit's nest. It's good to have this good place to live. It's better than when she was displaced. Thinking of this, Huaxi opened his eyes to see him again, and his four eyes were opposite each other.

The heartbeat never stopped.

Yan Ming stared at the painting stream and narrowed his pupils: "my original intention to save you is to kill you, and my original intention to keep you is that you wiped my blood. It's so simple."

Is it because of her help?

So, so warm, ambiguous?

Yan Ming wants to repay the kindness of wiping blood with Yongquan?

Such a good-looking person still makes his own money!

Thinking of this, Huaxi was secretly happy and whispered, "you haven't said why you were caught... I told you I escaped."

"A dead man wanted to kill me, and when I hid, I was caught by the mountain bandit. The mountain bandit's horse ran so fast that it could help me escape some distance."

"Dead man? Aren't you the Lord? Who dares to kill you?"

"It's from the palace."

"It's brother killing, I know. It's written like this in the play book." Huaxi nodded her head, but soon she was a little tired. She yawned and fell asleep in Yan Ming's arms.

She fell asleep like this, but the awakened man couldn't sleep.

Yan Ming quietly coagulated the sleeping face and gently stroked the dark hair: "the person who pleases the king at the first sight, you are the first person in this continent, painting the river."

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