"Fourth brother! Your legs ...... You can apply at all, and you are the commander of the army, and you only need to command ......"

"You know I won't!" Cao Yunheng interrupted Xiao Wuzi's words sharply, "My life Cao Yunheng, although I was born from my parents, it is the country that supports me, and I will never allow some people, under the guise of patriotism, to do something behind my back that makes me want to kill him." ”

"Fourth brother!"

"Okay, don't persuade me......"

Nalan Ruoruo sat on the bed in Cao Yunheng's room, thinking about Cao Yunheng's words, his heart was sullen and uncomfortable, and when he put his hand on his lower abdomen, tears fell even more inexplicably.

Neuropathy, neuropathy, crying for what?

Why cry?

Why do you cry?

He is Cao Yunheng, just one of her strategy targets, just a strategy target, what do you care about?

What does she care about?

Why do you care?

Turned around, closed his eyes, habitually put his hand under the pillow, and never thought that he had touched something hard, this is ......

She reached out and felt under the pillow, and then froze, this is ...... A sketchpad?

That man, can draw?

Untie the strap, hold it above her head, and then a pile of drawing paper fell out with a bang, and even some of it fell to the ground, and it happened to fall on the water in a teapot that she accidentally knocked over, and it was not dry.

Thinking of the man's black face, she got up in a panic, picked up the drawing paper from the ground, glanced at it casually, and then, stunned......

"Lonely-lonely? Is it a lonely city, what he painted, is it a lonely city?

How is this possible? ”

Nalan Ruoruo stared blankly, then turned his head and moved his gaze to the other drawing papers, and the whole person was a little uncontrollably paralyzed to the ground.

"Little dragonman, little dragonman, get out of here!" She yelled, to no avail, and slowly picked up the paper on the ground.

"Tracing back to the lonely city, Song Qingshu, the emperor is overwhelmed...... "Each piece of paper is a different face, but each piece of paper is just ......

After arriving in this world, Nalan Ruoruo cried for the first time, "Go back...... Why, why, why don't you tell me ......"

Cao Yunheng stood at the door full of alcohol, listening to the crying inside, her eyebrows were full of coldness, that traceback, is it the next home she has already found? !

So what is he?

What is he?

Thinking of this, he raised his foot, kicked open the door fiercely, looked at the drawing paper on the ground, his face sank, and his body showed a kind of momentum that the mountain rain was about to come, "Dragon!" Phenanthrene! Child! ”

Looking at his red eyes, Nalan Ruoruo frowned, and had a faint bad premonition, "Brother? What happened to you? ”

Cao Yunheng sneered, suddenly rushed over and grabbed her arm, threw it on the bed, and then reached out and unbuttoned his military shirt one by one.

Nalan Ruoruo was shocked, at this time, if she didn't know what he wanted to do, she would be too ignorant!

She quickly propped herself up and turned to the other side, trying to escape, but was tightly grabbed by an iron hand on her ankle, "Brother? ”

But the man responded to her, but it was a tight ** against her flower heart?

"No, Cao Yunheng, you can't do this!"

"Because I'm Cao Yunheng, I can't, and your tracing can, right?

But don't worry, you'll beg me for what I want later! Cao Yunheng raised his black eyebrows and stepped forward to stab......

The demons dominated the long night, and the air was filled with the smell of mist, accompanied by the shrill voices of men and women.

With everything calm, the strength in Nalan Ruoruo's body has been completely drained, and he doesn't even have the strength to move.