Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Every word of Yan Ming makes Nian huaisu feel distressed.

The blood on Yan Ming's body hasn't been cut off. There are so few saving stars and moons. How can his body bear such serious injuries? Nian huaisu had already bitten the bleeding stain on her lower lip. She directly picked Yan Ming up and slowly helped him to the house.

Shen An looked at it and said nervously, "I'll get the medicine right away!"

The thin body disappeared into the night.

Before the light in the house came on, Yan Ming grabbed Nian huaisu's hand and didn't let her get up: "sister huaisu, if I die, what should you do?"

His voice was weak and his body was extremely cold.

When huaisu brushed her sleeves in, the candle lit up. She took off Yan Ming's wet clothes and wrapped his body in bedding, as if to coax children: "if you die, then she will kill Huaxi to relieve your boredom."

Yan Ming puffed and laughed.

The candle was weak, and he nodded with Nian huaisu's silent eyes: "Huaxi once said that she wanted to be as gentle as you. But now she has not learned your essence after all, and she is not gentle."

Why did you say this all of a sudden?

Nian huaisu was stunned: "the last general just obeyed the words of the eighth Prince's residence. How can he be gentle? If he is gentle, he has a good temperament to draw Lanfeng."

"Painting Lanfeng... It would be better if painting Xi became like that." Yan Ming smiled softly and looked down at the blood stains on his chest, which had already stained the bedding. "At that time, painting Xi was willing to give me my life, but now, when others are angry, she wants my life. She is no longer her, nor will she..."

Without the memory of the past, I changed my body. Is Huaxi Huawu's sister or Huawu's daughter?

Yan Ming thought, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, hid in Nian huaisu's arms.

Nian huaisu covered Yan Ming's injury with his hand, warmed his pain with his internal force, lowered his eyes and whispered: "but you still want to save her. Your sacrifice is just confused in the eyes of the last general."

"Only Nian huaisu dare to talk to me like this."

"If you lose your martial arts skills, no one dares to talk to you like this, not only the last general, but even Shen An?" Nian huaisu deliberately joked. Looking at Yan Ming's pale face, his heart tightened, "does it hurt... Does it hurt?"

Yan Ming grits his teeth and gently shakes his head: "son of troubled times."

"What?" Nian huaisu was surprised.

Yan Ming gently opened his eyes and looked at Nian huaisu, with his palm slightly extended——

Nian huaisu didn't know. He held Yan Ming's hand, but at this moment, the internal power of the palm had poured into Nian huaisu. There was no wind in the house, the window curtain was rustling, and the silver hair was floating slightly.

Yan Ming smiled and looked like a picture.

Nian huaisu suddenly withdrew his hand and half knelt down: "your martial arts -"

She was full of disbelief. Looking at Yan Ming's silent appearance, she didn't know what to say. Even the price of rebirth of Gu can't take away his martial arts?

The martial arts were exhausted, and all the internal skills were given to Huaxi, and now Yan Ming

What is the thick internal force in his body?

All the problems burst open in his heart. At this moment, Nian huaisu had forgotten Yan Ming's injury and was full of the word "internal force".

Yan Ming pretends to cough lightly, and his pale face gradually fades

Nian huaisu suddenly got up and pointed to Yan Ming: "you! You're pretending! Are you okay? What did you tremble just now, and you'll think you're in pain! No wonder you sealed the wound with acupoints, and the blood can flow out... You..."

Her face turned white with fear.

The quilt was full of blood, but Yan Ming was still lying there with a soft and powerless appearance, glancing at Nian huaisu faintly: "you are respectful to know that my martial arts have come back."

Nian huaisu bit his lower lip and filled his eyes.

In an instant, Nian huaisu directly hugged Yan Ming and cried: "you scared me in order to scare Huaxi. How can you do this!"

"Make a fuss."

"Yan Ming, don't use the rebirth poison, don't use it!" the heart rending cry came out from Nian huaisu's heart. She hugged the man in her arms and buried her head in the boy's shoulder.

The lights flickered slightly.

Yan Ming gently sucked the air here and smiled: "the pain is true, the injury is true, and it's true that he won't die. It's true that he didn't deliberately scare you in order to scare her."

Knowing that he had made a big move, Nian huaisu suddenly released his hand.

Yan Ming reached out and wiped Nian huaisu's tears: "son of troubled times, do you know who it was when the name was first said?"

"Princess Hui?"

Yan Ming listened to this, gently nodded his head, and looked very far away: "at that time, my mother always protected me. She said it was good not to practice martial arts. It was good to live in peace, and don't let anyone find that I was different from others. However, I broke my promise. If yu Yandi didn't show his martial arts in front of his eyes, how could he be afraid of the eighth King's residence?"

"It's not your fault."

"That internal power dissipates, but it can come back overnight... And it's stronger day by day... What can I do?" Yan Ming's eyes flickered at Nian huaisu, "do you believe it?"

"What do you believe?"

Yan Ming seems to seriously look at Nian huaisu: "if there is no price for rebirth of Gu, if the martial arts have never been exhausted, killing all the people in the world is not as difficult as in the painting book."

Nian huaisu frowned: "you have the ability, so my mother calls you a son of troubled times. What she wants is for you to act for heaven and calm the chaos in the continent. It's not for you to kill all the people in the world!"

"Ha ha..." Yan Ming laughed because of this, but his face turned white because of the pain of pulling the wound. "Walking on behalf of heaven, this is not like what you said, but like painting a river."

When it comes to painting streams, Yan Ming shows tenderness instead.

Nian huaisu was unhappy. He looked at Yan Ming's wound and gritted his teeth: "falling in love with Huaxi is your bad luck."

Nian huaisu knows the status of Huaxi in Yan Ming's heart. But now Nian huaisu still says this deliberately. She can no longer annoy the people in front of her. Instead, she is happy to look at Yan Ming's thinking hard.

Yan Ming leaned over and his silver hair fell from his bed. The glass pupil pointed at Nian huaisu: "if people all over the world want your life, I will kill all the people all over the world for you. In this life, you will not let you eat for nothing. In this life, I will not forget your kindness to me. Sister huaisu, in my heart, you are as important as Huaxi."

This was a gentle word, but in the end, Nian huaisu got up directly: "the rebirth Gu should be used on you, so that you forget to draw the river, which is the most important thing!"

"Really?"

"The last general is never gentle, and the last general of Huaxi school is not like him. It's dark, you should sleep!" Nian huaisu looked at Yan Ming's gentle eyes, slightly wronged, turned and went out the door.

"Let's go to Binghan spring and see Yunxi."

Suddenly, Nian huaisu heard Yan Ming's words and suddenly looked back——

Yan Ming propped up on the soft collapse with one hand and quietly looked at Nian huaisu: "she gave up to Huaxi. She suffered all kinds of grievances these years, and then she was buried in Binghan spring by Ning Xiluo. Has it been a long time..."