Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

If it's only three years, the rebirth Gu will have to be used.

If Gu was reborn, only Yan Ming could save Huaxi. Even emperor Wenzhi, even Shan Jue, and even anyone in the state of Zhou could not save him.

However, what is true salvation?

What can Huaxi understand? In the heart of Huaxi, there is only Ning Xiluo and her painter army. There is no room for anything anymore, is there?

Even if Yan Ming saved Huaxi with his life and the whole value of Dongshu, what can Huaxi understand?

Is the current painting stream, the painting stream with lost memory, still the former painting stream after all? Or the one who can save Yan Ming with his life, the painted river full of Yan Ming?

These problems lingered in Nian huaisu's heart for a long time.

In, huaisu remembered that on this day, Yan Ming once again came out of the cloud house and went to the Xizhou palace. For the first time in, huaisu followed Yan Ming, looked at the scene ahead from a distance and clenched his fist.

Zhang Liang, the internal supervisor, stood quietly outside the Hanguang palace.

Ning Xiluo, the emperor of Xizhou, came out of the palace of Han Guang and gently closed the door. There was tenderness in the Phoenix's eyes.

At a distance, Nian huaisu saw Ning Xiluo and said with a smile, "Xi'er likes quiet. Remove all the guards here. Don't let anyone disturb Xi'er's rest."

Zhang Liang nodded, but his eyebrows frowned: "but emperor, if there is no bodyguard -"

Ning Xiluo looked at the covered vermilion carved door pattern and smiled: "Xi'er's martial arts don't need those complicated."

Zhang Liang understood, nodded his head and turned to do it.

The night is bright and bright, and the stars comb and disperse.

Ning Xiluo's long purple dragon pattern clothes rose with the wind. He stood in front of the door for a long time and didn't move. He just looked at the painted river across the door and smiled.

And Yan Ming, leaning on the treetop, looked at Ning Xiluo and explored everywhere.

In the palace of light, the silence is terrible.

Ning Xiluo nodded slightly. He was already very elegant. He looked sideways at the tall wood: "I'm afraid that Dongshu sent the eighth prince to Kyoto."

Smiling eyes dissipated, with a cold meaning.

It was obvious that Yan Ming's feet were kicking in the air, and his glass eyes narrowed slightly: "what's the matter with Dongshu and Kyoto? I'm here to help you."

That remark has a sinister meaning.

Ning Xiluo didn't understand. He went towards Yan Ming step by step. When he stood under the tree and nodded and glanced away, he looked at the glass eyes under the human skin mask: "what's the help?"

Light sentence, is already cold.

Yan Ming fell from the air and directly stood in front of Ning Xiluo: "help you want, help you want."

The young man's body rested on the pine again. Yan Ming looked at the starry sky through the leaves, smiled gently, and his clear eyes lightened the halo.

Ning Xiluo didn't suspend his doubts because of this smile, but directly took out his hand and tore open Yan Ming's human skin mask.

The Phoenix's eyes narrowed and lost the boy's peerless face.

Yan Ming doesn't have any evasion. He looks at Ning Xiluo's Phoenix eyes that look like fire: "Luo Sang."

With a sound, a figure came out from the night and knelt directly in front of Yan Ming and Ning Xiluo. Luo Sang bowed his head and said, "at the end, Luo Sang will knock on the eighth Lord and the emperor Wenzhi of Xizhou."

Luo Sang raised his eyes, and the pupil was shining in the secluded pool.

At the moment Ning Xiluo brushed his sleeve, a long sword in the distance came directly with the wind and was directly held in his hand, and he directly pointed to Yan Ming: "purpose."

Luo Sang was angry and went to grab the sword.

Bang——

Just a move, Luo Sang's body flew away like a fallen leaf. Yan Ming looked faintly and smiled at Ning Xiluo: "why, do you want to kill the king?"

Yan Ming's hand was already on the sword, and the blade was broken.

At this moment, Ning Xiluo opened his eyes slightly: "Yan Ming, the eighth prince who has disappeared for a long time, is now showing off his power in front of me. Why? I don't understand."

"Do you want to paint the river alive?" Yan Ming smiled and stared at Ning Xiluo.

Ning Xiluo held Yan Ming's neck in an instant: "how do you know Xi'er's disease? Even she doesn't know --"

The poison left by Prince Mogan to Huaxi has not been completely solved. Who can know this except Ning Xiluo? But Yan Ming's words surprised Ning Xiluo.

Killing Yan Ming is the only idea in Ning Xiluo's heart.

However, Yan Ming lowered his eyes and pressed Ning Xiluo's clasped hand in boredom: "what if I could save her?"

That smile, with disdain.

The hand that was originally holding the neck was also slightly loose. The Phoenix eyes finally became rippling. Ning Xiluo said faintly, "save Xi'er? It's up to you?"

Yan Ming gently broke Ning Xiluo's hand and said faintly, "there are few capable people in troubled times in the continent. Why don't you want to try?"

It was a long night.

This scene outside the Hanguang palace is destined to be missed by Huaxi. Yan Ming looked at the direction of the palace of light, and was looking at it for a long time. It was this condensation that made Ning Xiluo angry.

Luo Sang had just been beaten out, and his body was already bleeding. The moment Luo Sang got up, he saw Ning Xiluo give his hand to Yan Ming again. The hand was very heavy and merciless.

Yan Ming didn't fight back, even didn't use his internal power. Because he saw a figure in the palace of light coming this way at a very fast speed——

Yan Ming subconsciously covered his face with the human skin mask that had fallen to the ground.

Ning Xiluo's palm fell on Yan Ming, and Huaxi's sword also pierced Yan Ming's shoulder.

Blood, drop by drop.

Huaxi directly held Ning Xiluo's hand and asked softly, "did the assassin break into the palace directly?"

After repeatedly seeing Ning Xiluo's hand unimpeded, Huaxi angrily looked at Yan Ming, who had been covered with blood stains: "one, two, three, only three?"

Huaxi looked at Lausanne and Nian huaisu not far away.

The night is very dark, but the painted River can be seen clearly.

In, huaisu knew that he had been found, covered his face with a veil, and came directly here. The lightness skill is very fast, but it can't catch up with the speed of Huaxi's hand again.

Before Nian huaisu came, the sword of Huaxi fell on Yan Ming again. Yan Ming didn't avoid it, but stood there quietly looking at the angry face of Huaxi.

For other men, hurt Yan Ming, this is the first time. Yan Ming smiled bitterly, and the corners of his lips raised slightly: "if you hurt, you'll hurt. Don't drop the human skin mask on your face, okay?"

He looked at Nian huaisu, who was swept away by lightness skills in the night, and at rosang, who was seriously injured and difficult to support, retreated slightly.

Strong red long clothes, gently blowing in the breeze.

Yan Ming remembers that this is Huaxi's favorite color. Now, Huaxi pierced the color with his own hands.

Lonely, dyed the beautiful pupil red.

The boy's hand was full of blood and gently pressed it on his face: "forgetting is forgetting. It's not your fault."

Huaxi didn't know what this meant. Looking at the three people in front of him with human skin masks, he wanted to do it again.

Nian huaisu directly picked the sword of Huaxi with his sword. The sword swept away. The moment it fell, Nian huaisu had dragged Luo Sang and Yan Ming and disappeared here directly.

The lightness skill is so fast that Huaxi doesn't know what to do.

Huaxi frowned: "that woman's martial arts will not be under me!"

She wanted to chase, but she was grabbed by her sleeve. In an instant, Huaxi fell into the warm embrace. Huaxi's face turned red in an instant: "ningxiluo!"

"I am."

"That's an assassin. You won't let me chase you?"

"You've been caught in the wind and cold. You should have a good rest. Let Zhang Liang do some things." Ning Xiluo said. The suspicion covered by Feng's eyes swayed by. He just looked at the direction Yan Ming disappeared and looked at it for a long time.

The painting brook didn't know what this meant, so she nodded lightly: "the brook will go to rest and talk about it tomorrow." she nodded slightly and looked at the beautiful profile, her heart warmed.

In an instant, Huaxi was picked up horizontally and headed for the main room of Hanguang palace. Her hand tightly held the Dragon shirt, and her face was close to ningxiluo's heart.

But in my heart, I couldn't help thinking about the fierce red clothes just now.

That body is red, so beautiful.

That red body seems to have known each other.

……

"Xi'er, what do you think?"

"No, I'm just thinking about painting something cool on the battlefield. I'm worried." Huaxi smiled, coagulated Ning Xiluo's beautiful eyes at the moment of entering the house, and then gently closed it. "Sleep with Xi'er tonight. Xi'er is not afraid of being exposed to the cold."

"I'm afraid."

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