Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

At the end of the night, the city is silent.

The school yard of the painting house was silent after all. Huawu returned from the war and hurried towards the painting house. The army and horses scattered behind him. Huawu tightened the reins and walked very slowly.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, with a smile on his lips.

In front, a slender figure fell directly in front of the war horse of Huawu from top to bottom. Nian huaisu pointed his sword at Huawu's eyes, and his face was extremely cold.

She wore a human skin mask and smiled at Huawu.

Huawu came down from the war horse. He looked at Nian huaisu with a little cloudy pupils and said in a deep voice: "who is the girl and why is this general stopped here?"

The sword was spinning at a very fast speed. Finally, it broke away from Nian huaisu's hand and flew directly to Huawu.

Hua Wu turned over and hid. He said angrily again, "if you're not polite, I won't be polite."

The sword flew from the rear and went directly to the mouth of Huawu's heart. Huawu pulled out his knife and faced the sword. Suddenly, Huawu was surprised and said, "Nian huaisu has such a sword technique?"

The sword was slammed back by Nian huaisu.

At night, she was dressed in plain white and rose up in the wind. She gently took off her human skin mask and glanced at Huawu faintly: "painting general, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. Don't be sick?"

For more than ten years, the appearance of Nian huaisu has not changed at all! The color is as beautiful as rouge. That face is obviously like fifteen or sixteen. Why is it like this?

Holding the handle of the knife, Hua Wu stepped back: "didn't the eighth Lord ask you to find Luoyuan? My lady has long died of illness. You came too late, didn't you?"

The appearance of Huawu is afraid, and there is a little unnatural in his voice.

Nian huaisu smiled faintly in the wind: "I don't know what kind of knife method general Hua used to kill Liu Luoyuan? And what kind of knife method he used to kill Rong he girl? You don't care, and I don't care."

As soon as he said this, Huawu directly pointed the knife at Nian huaisu: "what are you talking about?"

"Nonsense? Uncle, do you know what you have done?" Nian huaisu came forward step by step and bit the word "Uncle" very hard.

After only 12 years, the painting had white hair and wrinkled face. Even if once how handsome, now is not still the end of aging?

And what about her?

After twelve years of suffering, I only get the gift of unchanged appearance. As long as Yan Ming wakes up, she can die and die like a normal person

As long as you can accompany Yan Ming, it doesn't matter.

In, huaisu went to Huawu at a very fast speed. At the moment when the knife entered the heart of Huawu, Huawu smiled: "have you seen Xi Er?"

The sword stopped and directly touched Huawu's heart.

In, huaisu said in a deep voice, "see you."

"She doesn't remember who she used to be, and she doesn't remember Yan Ming. Don't you think it's strange?"

"What do you want to say?" Nian huaisu frowned and his eyes were cold. "Huawu, what have you done? If you let me find out, I will -"

"Nian huaisu!" Hua Wu's voice was shocked. He condensed Nian huaisu and said word by word, "don't you understand the price of rebirth of Gu at this moment? Or pretend not to understand? Hua Xi will forget all important things! What is important? Her home and her love are important! Didn't Yan Ming tell you? Or don't you trust him?"

Nian huaisu was stunned suddenly, and his hand holding the blade in the air trembled more: "Huawu, shut up! A generation of generals have a tongue to stir up discord!"

If you forget everything, why is Yan Ming painting the river like this?

If Huaxi is still alive, but Yan Ming can't wake up, what is it?

Even if you forget him, doesn't it matter?

In, huaisu lowered his eyes, and his clear eyes coldly coagulated the painting. For a long time, he had no words: "do you think that if I said this, I wouldn't kill you for Ronghe?"

"Rong he? Ah." Hua Wusi was not afraid of the sword in Nian huaisu's hand. He smiled faintly, "what is she? She's just a dog in your eighth Prince's residence. What if you kill her enough? Use this general and the painter's army to die!"

Huawu's eyes are full of ruthlessness.

He has half white hair and half decayed. He is half a hundred years old. What can he do even if he dies? He has lived enough. If so, he can't die easily.

In, huaisu put his sword into the scabbard and glanced at Huawu lightly: "Rong he has never been unfaithful and unjust when he married you, but you have to kill it quickly."

"I'd rather kill ten thousand by mistake than let one go. She lied to the general with Liu Luoyuan, and she died."

"Huawu, I hope you won't regret it."

Under the moon, a young figure in the distance stared at Hua Wu's embarrassed appearance, and his long, cold and thin beautiful eyes looked at Nian huaisu's back and coagulated quietly.

Nian huaisu glanced at Hua Wu and directly swept up the wall. In the distance, a few people fell directly into Nian huaisu's pupils. She smiled faintly: "is the painting cool?"

Painting Liang's chin is opposite Nian huaisu's four eyes and runs in an instant.

But how can painting be cool?

However, with the Kung Fu of Jixiang, Nian huaisu caught Hualiang directly in the back mountain of Kyoto. The boy bit his lips and coagulated her: "what do you want to do?"

Nian huaisu was still gentle and looked down at the painting cool: "how much did you just hear?"

Hualiang was forced to look at Nian huaisu: "when he heard that his mother was killed by his father, he only heard this news. Nothing else."

"No?" Nian huaisu still smiled, looked at the picture cool at this moment, pondered what, and suddenly realized, "I almost forgot that you are Ronghe's son... Then I won't kill you."

Although Hua Liang is not old, he is as high as Nian huaisu.

Nian huaisu lightly touched the tip of his cold nose and smiled: "I'm not at ease. It's better for you to forget everything, especially my face. It's always bad to remember."

A poisonous insect came out of Nian huaisu's sleeve and directly penetrated into the cool eyebrows. His cool and thin eyes gradually became empty. When everything came back, there was nothing in the hollow silence of the back mountain

Hualiang patted his forehead and frowned.

In the distance, someone came with an oil lamp, painted Liang, walked forward quickly and said softly, "Feng ER."

The girl directly hugged Hualiang and sobbed in his arms: "just from a distance, I saw you running very fast, but I couldn't keep up with you, and I saw a white shadow chasing you, for fear that you might fall into danger."

Painting Lanfeng's voice was soft and angry. He carefully looked at painting Liang's body. He was not hurt. He sighed: "fortunately, it's all right, but feng'er is scared. My sister has gone there to find you. Ah Liang should go to find her sister quickly. Don't worry her."

Hearing the sentence "sister" in the mouth of painted Lanfeng, painted Liang quickly took a step: "I just seemed to come this way, but I can't remember what happened."

He walked very fast. Hua Lanfeng followed behind him with an oil lamp. He nearly fell a few steps, but he still clenched his teeth and followed. Just followed and cried.

Painting Lanfeng wiped her eyes and pretended to be all right: "my sister is in front. Ah Liang doesn't have to take care of feng'er."

Hualiang stopped, stared at the slightly red eyes of Hualan Feng, turned and bent down: "I carry you on my back, don't refuse."

The Blue Phoenix puffed and laughed. He obediently lay on the back of the cool painting and whispered, "if ah Liang can treat feng'er like this in the future, feng'er will be satisfied."

"It's feng'er who is dissatisfied." Hua Liang walked with the people behind him. Although he is a cold person, he smiled more at the moment. "My father returned triumphantly today. We must go back early to wash the dust for my father."

"Hmm!" painted Lanfeng chuckled, "feng'er has already prepared a gift for her father."

"What is it?"

"Ah Liang also has a share of the purse of feng'er thorn, and so does my sister!"

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On the high wood, looking at the figure of painting cool and painting Blue Phoenix farther and farther away, Nian huaisu gently closed his eyes: "you go to Gusu city and pick up Luo Sang to see me, understand?"

In the distance, dark shadows swept through the air. Those dead men who have followed the eighth Prince's residence since childhood have grown stronger and stronger in recent years. Besides her, Yan Ming also needs a general to guard.

"Rong he, your two brothers will come in handy after all." Nian huaisu nodded and looked at the direction of Eastern Shu, his eyes gradually becoming cold