Shuang Lang looked at it coldly, thinking that no one knew that he was going to be buried in this strange place at this time, and his heart felt cold.

Zhang Bingwen's arrogant face was reflected in her pupils, burning from her throat to her spleen and stomach.

She suddenly understood the grievances and helplessness of the woman who married the woman in the dream.

She is also the same lonely and helpless, growing up alone, but no one knows that she will be eaten alive. Shuang Lang suddenly remembered Han Mo, his tall and straight silhouette, and the surging sense of security every time he approached. Like the man who appeared in the dream, he took his mother and swam from the bottom of the river to a fairyland with willows and flowers, green mountains and green waters.

Zhang Bingwen said: "I like you...... Like your ...... Shuanglang, I can earn 500,000 yuan this time, and then the two of us will build a small house in the village. Don't go out to work, I'm enough to support you! Bear with me tomorrow, the fortune teller said, I can't kill you, I want you to accompany his son slowly. So you won't die, and I'll let you out as soon as they're gone......!

Shuanglang retched, and the side effects of the coma drug welled up in his head. Her heart beat violently, watching Zhang Bingwen immersed in her sinful fantasies without remorse.

She's so sleepy.

I can't lift my eyelids.

His neck was crooked, his eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

"Are you my lady......"

"Madame......"

Madam?

She faintly heard a generous male voice, speaking two words lightly. Her ears swirled around her like textured silk. Shuang Lang suddenly opened his eyes and saw that he was in a fairyland-like canyon, surrounded by beautiful pale pink peach blossom velvet, and the soft stream overflowed his ankles.

He seems to have become one with the bride who was married to Uncle He.

She seems to possess her body, her memories.

She was dressed in a soaked red wedding dress, and the phoenix crown made her pale and plain face ruddy and charming.

Opposite her, stood a man in a dark blue gown, with jet-black hair and a small rattle in his hand. It was the most precious thing in her. Once, I saw a small drum on the bank of the river, with red paint and silver rings.

The man wiped off the aquatic plants on the drum with a shallow smile on his face. With a gentle swing of her wrist and a turn of the drum handle, the two drum pendants struck like a throbbing in her heart.

"Who are you?"

"Am I here?"

She looked at the man in front of her in a daze. The man laughed heartily: "Aren't you my lady, or who else can you be?" The smell on his body was very good, and the corners of his eyes were full of tenderness. The sun shone in the canyon, and the man's body was covered with a layer of silver light.

She could see his face clearly.

Naturally, he shouted with questions: "Han Mo." ”

"How do you know what my name is?" the man wondered, but continued, "It seems that you are indeed my lady." From now on, you will live with me in this canyon......"

Later, what he said, Shuanglang couldn't hear clearly. I only felt that someone was pushing herself, but suddenly, a basin of cold water splashed on her face, and she trembled and returned to the real world, the woman stood aside with Zhang Bingwen and the witch of the law.

The woman sneered, "Yo, I'm finally awake." Don't miss my son's good time!

Zhang Bingwen nodded behind him and pulled Shuanglang out of bed.

"Hurry up and change your clothes!" the woman commanded. Zhang Bingwen yes yes As soon as Shuang Lang entered the house, he suddenly couldn't move, and the pair of lying down was clearly his sister - Tang Xiaoxiao!

Her lips trembled, although she had guessed it last night, but when she saw her sister's corpse placed in front of her eyes, she was stimulated multiple times! Her eyes widened, as if she was about to spew out anger and burn Zhang Bingwen.

Shuang Lang roared loudly, anger overcoming the fear of death just now, his voice hoarse, and the sharp voice split in half.

"You!" she was speechless with excitement, broke free from the comfort of Zhang Bingwen's arms, and turned to rush towards him with all her strength! Shuanglang gritted her back molars, held her breath, and went crazy to knock Zhang Bingwen to the sharp and angular cabinet behind her! The handcuffs clanged and made a chaotic sound, and she couldn't feel the blood on her hands and feet.

Zhang Bingwen obviously didn't realize that Shuanglang had so much strength.

He was struck by her hatred from the inside out.

It seemed that if he didn't frighten the wind just now, he couldn't resist the resentment of the storm rushing over. He whimpered and was hit hard by Shuang Lang on the edges of the cabinet. The metal toy hanging on the cabinet stabbed into the flesh of his shoulder, "Ahhhh

Shuanglang didn't feel pain, and used his body as a weapon, and he was no longer as reserved as before. jumped up again and threw himself at Zhang Bingwen's body.

If she had a knife in her hand, even if she had a pencil, it would make Zhang Bingwen bruised all over her body, and she would be riddled with holes! Now she was empty-handed, but she still made his blood flow.

Although Zhang Bingwen said that he was at a disadvantage just now, he was a man after all. With a strong swing, he punched Shuanglang's stomach. She screamed in pain and sat down on the ground, as if hearing her own bones click. But then it bounced up again, and the chains on his feet rubbed against the ground.

When Shuang Lang touched a fist-sized piece on the ground just now, he picked it up and smashed it angrily with a shout. Zhang Bingwen didn't expect the stone to appear in the sky, and when he saw Shuanglang's shadow getting bigger and bigger, his eyes were dark, and the top of his head was cold!

Blood slowly flowed from his forehead to his lips, and he roared viciously, opening his teeth and claws and gritting his teeth.

She pursed her lips and wrinkled her eyebrows, her hands pounced, her round nails scratching at the wound on her forehead. The fingers were bent as if to tear off the man's skull. Zhang Bingwen whimpered, and Shuanglang's knees pressed against his hands. She didn't know where she got her tremendous strength, and she picked at her wounds indiscriminately.

Fingers are sticky and stained with blood.

Zhang Bingwen was in a hurry, and he couldn't care about anything else, he touched the stone just now and smashed it violently towards Shuanglang!

She seemed to have been hammered out of her back with a big hole, and her head was dizzy.

Hearing the fierce movement outside the door, he pushed the door and rushed in, only to see Shuang Lang fainting on the ground. Sister Li was angry, and looked at Zhang Bingwen on the ground and scolded sternly, "You can't look at a woman well! This is my son's wife, did you do it!"

She obviously didn't know why the situation happened, and thought that Zhang Bingwen must have tried to do wrong. She spat at him, "Bad luck! Can't wake her up and change her clothes! If my son can't marry a daughter-in-law and can't have a good baby, I won't be able to let you go for the rest of my life!"

Zhang Bingwen rolled up his sleeves, ready to wipe the blood and stand up. Who knew that it was dark in front of him, and he fell straight down. His head hit the edges and corners of the kang, and he fell headlong on the dirt and couldn't wake up.

"Yo, how did this man die! It's none of our business! Take the girl away!"