Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

The next day.

Snow in the mountains, the scenery of this day is more generous. Although the snow-white covers the top of the mountain, the red has spread for several miles. The mountain bandits show the joy incisively and vividly.

The marriage of mountain bandits is noisy.

The tied Xipo has stayed in this room for a long time, and her head is full of blood, but the person lying on her side still doesn't want to wear the red dress.

Huaxi stood by the window, staring at the mountain bandits outside, and said in a clear voice, "boss Gu wants to marry you, whether you marry or not."

"How do you think he should marry me?"

Yan Ming smiled and supported his side face with one hand. His ink hair scattered on his chest, and a little snow fell on the windy window, which scattered the cold and fascinated his glazed eyes. He smiled, flirtatious and playful.

Such a young age, such a look, in the end is a gift from God, Huaxi sighs.

In the morning, Yan Ming changed the coarse linen clothes again. Although it was ordinary, the face made the simple clothes so luxurious. For a long time, Yan Ming lay on his side and coagulated the painting river. He never changed his action or said anything else. In this way, the painted River blushed and beat.

At the moment, the Xipo was about to cry, but Yan Ming still refused to change into Xifu.

It must be inappropriate for a man to marry a man. But Yan Ming hid in the mountain bandit's nest. He just avoided the dead in the palace. Now the injury has healed, so he doesn't have to hide. If so, this delaying plan to get married is bound not to go on.

Huaxi leaned over, picked up the Xi woman, and whispered, "mother-in-law, the bandits are rampant. It's not right for me to marry others today and kill others tomorrow. If they move you, I'll try to protect you. You don't have to kowtow to us here. How painful it is, don't you?"

What she said was inappropriate.

Now she can't even protect herself. Who can she protect?

Huaxi looks at Yan Ming, takes back his eyes, and his eyes are dimmer. Those mountain bandits are waiting outside now. If they break in

Huaxi frowned, "it's better to --"

When the words came to her mouth, Huaxi really had no idea. When she looked at Yan Ming, Huaxi was more evasive. Her beautiful eyes can sink in if she sees more. She must stay awake.

"Who?"

"Boss Gu, someone broke into the mountain without permission!"

"Ah... Don't kill me..."

“……”

Suddenly, the sound outside was getting louder and louder. In an instant, fresh blood stained the window. One person was thrown on the door frame and made a violent sound.

"Who broke into the mountains?"

Huaxi's face was stiff and white. The moment she ran to the door, she retreated. The blood had flowed in along the door frame, and more and more... Such blood, even if she hadn't seen it in the school yard of Huafu.

Huaxi shrank back and said in a panic, "Yan Ming, I killed someone outside!"

The person lying on his side faintly coagulated the painted River, and his warm and beautiful face smiled: "it's the dead man in the palace. He found me. If I don't escape, I'll be killed."

This is very light.

Huaxi hurriedly turned around and directly held Yan Ming's arm: "then run away! Don't you know martial arts?"

Yan Ming got up, looked down at Huaxi and said faintly, "if I ran away, what would you do?"

The voice of youth is warm and warm.

As soon as this fell, Huaxi was afraid. What should she do? How can those dead men not kill her when they get cruel and even kill the mountain bandits? Thinking of this, Huaxi patted his chest and said directly, "you run first. Don't take care of me. I'll have a way."

There is silence in the air.

Huaxi nodded and looked at the boy's glazed eyes with a shallow smile, such as the spring breeze, which made her heart itch. Yan Ming was so looking down at her that she was flustered.

Huaxi closed his eyes and went directly to the door: "I'll count one, two, three, and you'll run. I'll stop those people!"

The young man stood a mile away and looked at the painted river. He was surprised for a moment. Soon, the surprise dispersed. He nodded his head and whispered, "OK, count one, two, three."

At this time, Xipo had already fainted with fear.

Although it was cold in the house, Huaxi was sweating layers by layers. When she opened the door, she saw bodies and blood in the mountain, rendering the white color.

All the bodies died miserably.

Even boss Gu and second brother Gu died in front of this door

Those dead men in black stopped their movements and stared at the people behind Huaxi: "find the eighth Lord! Kill him and you can go back to life!"

The dead men approached layer by layer, gritted their teeth, paced away, and directly stretched out their hands: "one! Two! Three!"

After shouting, the painting River closes its eyes.

In an instant, the wind was noisy in her ears, and she didn't even feel pain. She suddenly nodded and coagulated. She saw the boy standing in front of her, stretching out his arms and rustling his clothes.

In an instant, the two dead men who were bound in the air by their internal forces were directly crushed into blood mist by an invisible force under Yan Ming's handshake!

Even——

Even the clothes didn't fall!

The blood mist rose all over the sky and was blown away by the wind.

The young man had a straight back, looked at the blood color that went with the wind, and murmured softly: "if you wait to be killed, it's faster to kill, isn't it?"

The ink hair was raised, but it was demonic.

Soon, more and more dead people found Yan Ming. Dozens of people came here. Huaxi hid behind Yan Ming and held his hand tightly, warm and reliable.

Hiss——

The sound of broken bones burst, and Huaxi didn't even dare to take a look. She knew that the people in front of her could help her kill those people and save her.

With such dependence, the mind is at peace.

As picturesque brook thought, when she looked again, those people were ugly.

Is Yan Ming's martial arts so strong?

Who hurt such a strong person yesterday?

Huaxi frowned: "Yan Ming..."

The boy looked sideways. The glazed eyes were cold, but it was easy to look back with a smile: "more than 50 dead men are dead. See?"

Huaxi was timid: "see, you kill quickly."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"My father and brother are both generals. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid." Huaxi said "not afraid" twice. He clenched his teeth and coagulated the corpse on the ground, holding Yan Ming's hand even harder.

It was this kind of force that made Yan Ming's heart beat for half a moment. He looked down at Huaxi's hand: "it was found here, so I'm going to take you down the mountain, okay?"

He nodded.

"But --" Yan mingning smiled at the dirty clothes on Huaxi, "change your clothes and go down the mountain. If you wear these, you will be frozen."

Huaxi nodded in a daze and followed Yan Ming back to the warm room.

Inside the house, Xipo still fainted and didn't move.

Yan Ming glanced faintly at the happy clothes on the tray. There was a smile in his eyebrows. He looked back and said, "this is happy clothes. You probably don't like it?"

Huaxi nodded and pointed to the cabinet on the other side: "the former owner of this house should be a girl. There are suitable ones for me. I can change them..."

She blushed and took out some clothes from the cabinet, but she didn't know how to choose. She looked carefully at Yan Ming and asked, "you look good. Your eyes must be very good. Can you help me pick one?"

He was so careful that his face was still red.

She escaped from her kiss. Is her red already smelly? She must not wear such conspicuous clothes again. What should she change? She clenched her teeth and thought, but saw Yan Ming pick out a peach pink dress from the pile of clothes.

Yan Ming smiled, "do you like this color?"

Huaxi nodded: "pink... Do you think I'm suitable for this? Then I like this color."

Huaxi smiled. I don't know when his eyes also showed the shape of crescent moon, setting off the boy's evil face. At this time, Yan Ming turned his back and waited for Huaxi to change his clothes.

His hand touched the happy clothes in the tray. His red clothes were white and light, but they were so simple and clean. The mountain bandits didn't know how to dress, so they chose good clothes. The slender hand gently stroked and pinched the material. Yan Ming's clear and dark eyes smiled: "look at the red you wear when you come, I'll follow you, how about it?"

He looked back at the painted River, and his lips were raised.

The wind in the window swept Yan Ming's hair and eyes, cold but like a warm and shining face. If Yan Ming wore red, what would he look like?

Huaxi smiled alone: "this is the first color! Right?"

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