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Thinking of the way Nan Ronglie looked at other people's girls just now, my stomach was churning with fire, and I really wanted to teach him a lesson on behalf of his father, so unfocused.

But why did he resist the temptation like this?

The last time I was deceived by someone pretending to be my old appearance and almost died at the bottom. This time he was not cautious and easily took a woman into the car, wasn't he afraid that the killer would take his life?

Although I gave her a pulse and couldn't detect any internal strength, I always felt that her words were flawed and not like the truth.

If this Bai Pujia is really a killer, Nan Ronglie may not be able to escape this catastrophe!

No, I must find a way to find out her true details. Don't let Nan Rongyeol's gang be hurt.

Maybe it was because I didn't sleep well last night, but in the bumps of the carriage, I actually fell asleep. I don't know how long it took, half-asleep, I heard Nan Ronglie and the white pujia talking, and the two laughed happily.

I suddenly felt that the carriage was too small, the air was not good, and it was not as comfortable as the cold wind outside.

"What's the White Girl's next plan?"

Nam Rongyeol didn't let me ask, he himself was more curious than me.

Bai Pujia was silent for a while, as if she was thinking, and only replied to him for a long time: "Pu Jia is lonely, living in the world is just a remnant, and now she is injured again, if it is not fortunate to be rescued by Bao Ye, I am afraid that she has become a lonely ghost at this moment." The future is not something I can plan for. If you have something important to do, just leave me in front of the town. Pu Jia didn't want to delay Bao Ye to do business. ”

After listening to Bai Pujia's words, I felt that if I drove her away, I would simply see death and lose my conscience.

Sure enough, Nan Ronglie did not disappoint me, and sincerely extended an invitation to Bai Pujia to go along.

Unable to suppress the anger around me any longer, I sat up with a pout. The cloak that covered his body fell to the ground.

I glanced at it, and it was estimated that Nam Rongyeol helped me cover it while I was asleep.

The other two people in the car seemed to be startled by my actions and looked at me in a daze.

I was also embarrassed by my reckless behavior.

"I—I'm going to see where I am. It's too tiring to ride in the carriage, it's too stuffy in the car. ”

I pulled out a smile at Nam Rongyeol to cover up the lie, in fact, it doesn't matter if you laugh or not.

I was wearing a veil, and he couldn't see my expression at all.

"It's cold outside, be careful of getting cold!" Nam Rongyeol took my hand and didn't let me go out.

I glanced back at Bai Pujia, who took my gaze and lowered her head.

"Xie Baoye cares, and the green clothes know their own warmth and coldness!" I tried to shake off his hand, but he couldn't shake it off like it was on my wrist.

My face was cold, and although my voice was hoarse, I could also reveal a little displeasure.

"Release!"

"Don't let go!"

He played Rippy again as before.

I used to be able to play with him, but now I feel really awkward to have outsiders present in such a cramped carriage.

Since I don't let it go, I'll figure it out myself.

I used my hands to break his fingers, one by one to get them off my wrists.

"Don't make a fuss in green clothes! You just woke up and went out and blew the cold wind, you will get sick!" Nan Ronglie's fingers were all buckled on his wrists again, but I was tired and sweaty.

"Let go. I looked at him coldly.

"If you don't let it go, you won't let it go!" His eyes were as warm as the sun, as if they were about to melt the ice in my heart.

If you don't let it go, I can't compete with him anyway.

I was just about to compromise under his obscenity, but Bai Pujia's words completely me off.

"Bao Ye is really good-tempered, the girl in green should be treated well when she meets someone who cherishes you like this, if she is so obedient, she will definitely be obedient and not go out, so as not to make Bao Ye unhappy!"

I glared back at her, and Bai Pujia opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped by my fierce gaze, and closed her mouth in reality.

The matter between me and Nan Ronglie, do you have to be an outsider to intervene and put your beak in it?

What does it have to do with you if he's unhappy? I can't get out and need you to take care of it?

I have nowhere to vent my evil fire, and I want to ask and feel inappropriate, isn't this just the truth that I am jealous?

Where am I jealous, I am angry, Nan Ronglie has no interest and falls into the trap, and I don't know it.

Nan Ronglie shook my hand, the corners of his mouth were hooked evilly, and his eyes were full of smiles. The key is that what he interprets with a smile is a joke that can't be hidden.

Is it tolerable or intolerable?

I don't know how to come up with such a response at that time. I lowered my head and bit the back of his hand hard, and my wrist didn't forget to secretly cooperate and send it to my mouth.

He screamed, and when he withdrew his hand, there was a neat row of tooth marks on the back of his hand, and I licked my lips, there was a hint of fishiness. I was shocked and saw beads of blood coming from the tooth marks.

In a hurry, he was a little ruthless.

My heart hurt inexplicably, and I wanted to grab his hand to see the injury.

Who knew that a slender white and tender hand was the first to climb up, grabbed Nan Ronglie's injured hand and exclaimed: "Oops, it's bleeding." What should I do, what should I do, what should I do? Does it hurt, why are you so ruthless?"

Bai Pujia held Nan Ronglie's hand, and her voice trembled. The tears in my eyes kept rolling, and I seemed to be about to cry.

Nan Ronglie looked at me aggrievedly, letting his hand be held by Bai Pujia.

I was soft-hearted just now, but suddenly I felt ridiculous.

I also looked at Nam Rongyeol, looking directly into his dark eyes, trying to see through the deep darkness what he was thinking in his heart.

However, the darkness is a whirlpool that people cannot pull out, and after drowning, they cannot breathe normally.

Heart, bursts of tearing pain.

Siliang heard the movement in the car, opened the door curtain and took a look, then lowered the curtain again and continued to catch the car.

A wild wind crept into the carriage, carrying a bitter chill that made my nose sore.

I glanced at his hand, which was still held by Bai Pujia, and turned to get out of the carriage.

He has no shortage of people to take care of. I don't want to be an eyesore either.

The winter winds are merciless swordsmen. Sitting next to each other, I sneezed several times in quick succession.

"It's freezing, isn't it, girl?" asked Siliang with concern.

I looked at the sunset in the west and teased: "It's okay, I was just slashed a few times by the knifeman, and I can't die." ”

"What, girl, is talking nonsense? Where is the swordsman!" looked at me on both sides, thinking I was talking crazy.

I smiled and ignored him.

There was the crisp and sweet sound of the white pampas inside, and the "kata" sound of the medicine box opening. It's just that I haven't heard Nan Ronglie speak for a long time. I don't know what he's thinking? Are you angry that I bit him? Otherwise, you won't send me a piece of clothing even if you know it's so cold outside.

I curled up and hugged my knees, and suddenly I felt ridiculous.

Nan Ronglie is now a beauty, taking care of him considerately and gently, how can he care about my life or death?

The roads on both sides of the road were depleted of leaves, and they stood bare in the vast earth.

Looking at the approaching town ahead, a man stood faintly on a stone bridge, standing alone in the cold wind, completely oblivious to the corners of his clothes and his long untied hair, holding on to the railing and looking up into the distance.

Suddenly I remembered a poem, and this situation coincided very well.

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses. The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

But I don't know if this heartbroken man is talking about the long-haired man standing in the cold wind, or myself!

(To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.