In an instant, the top was tight.

Locked in his arms, he can't escape.

In an instant, a wave of dizziness rushed to the brain, making people not want to run away.

The delicate lines instantly collapsed tightly, like a taut string, about to break.

The graceful curves are getting tighter and tighter.........

The handsome Danfeng eyes are so confused.......

........

It was as if time had stood still.

I can't even breathe.

.........

Yun Lingxiao's hand tightly grasped Ning Che's two wrists that were clasped together, and he clenched out two circles of abuse.

Ning Che obsessively felt the strength in Yun Lingxiao's hand.......

She is a little stronger, and he is a little more incent......

He knew how cruel his wrist was, and how happy she was at the moment.......

"Ning Che ......."

"Che....... Brother ......."

"I can't withdraw, Xiao'er, I can only enter ........"

........

When the storm rested, Ning Che fell asleep deeply.

Yun Lingxiao stretched out his green white index finger and gently rubbed the abuse marks on the wrist of the person next to him.

Eight years ago, she also went to the Eastern Wilderness and met Lin Shengqian, who was powerless, in the frozen forest.

At the beginning, Yun Lingxiao was just an ordinary person with no cultivation in the Eastern Wilderness who attracted attention.

At that time, Lin Shengqian was almost frozen into an ice pile.

He clutched the Xuanbing dew in his hands, and only two eyeballs moved slightly.

As long as he is an ice stake, and a punch blows, she can take the ice dew from his hand.

But she couldn't do it, and her mind was full of people kneeling in the dimly lit thatched hut and coaxing his wife, who was not very good-tempered and sickly.

He said: Xiao'er, don't be angry, I'm sorry when I'm angry.......

At that time, her mother Ling was also sick, and she almost lost her life for the Yun family, and when she woke up, she always stared at the door, as if she was waiting for something.

I waited for more than half a year, but I didn't wait for anything.

Therefore, she went to the Cloud Mansion in Qingyun City alone.

She didn't think about it, and when she arrived at the Yunfu in Qingyun City, what she found was cold words and a whip.

At that time, she was crazy, from the Li family's mother and daughter to the official mansion, which made the entire Qingyun City unpeaceful.

The eight-year-old girl, paranoid about letting all the nobles atone for her mother's hopeful eyes, was not until Lin Shengqian was pulled away by Jiang's ears near the fireworks restaurant.

That night, Lin Shengqian knelt all night.

That night, Yun Lingxiao stood outside the thatched hut all night.

Help each other in time of need with what little we have.

The humble people in the world have the most precious things.

The ghost sent the gods, Yun Lingxiao did not blow up Lin Shengqian's ice pile man, but carried him out of the frozen forest of the Eastern Wilderness.

She still remembered that the first thing Lin Shengqian did when he came to recover was to hand over the Xuanbing Dew Drop to her, and knelt down and begged her to bring this medicine to his wife Jiang Tong.

At that time, Lin Shengqian never thought that Yun Lingxiao was also looking for Xuanbing Dewdrop.

This Xuanbing dew is Jiang Tong's life-saving medicine, and it is also her mother Ling Wanhan's life-sustaining medicine.

Yun Lingxiao accepted the Xuanbing Dew at that time.

Such a precious thing, she didn't know how Lin Shengqian got it, but she knew that Lin Shengqian himself would definitely not be able to take it out of the Eastern Wilderness Continent.

Yun Lingxiao didn't know why he had to work so hard to carry Lin Shengqian back to the Shenwu Continent until he saw the Jiang family looking at the door stupidly.

Yun Lingxiao will always remember the moment when Lin Shengqian was on the Shenwu Continent, and he said excitedly: "Xiao'er, Xiao'er, I'm going to see my Xiao'er......."

There was only one Xuanbing dewdrop, Yun Lingxiao thought that she was not a saint, she still gave it to her mother, and she couldn't watch her mother leave.

She remembered that Lin Shengqian, a powerless man, carried an ordinary kitchen knife and came to her door, chasing a crying and half-immortal Jiang Tong behind her......

Jiang Tong is quite beautiful, but he is not beautiful.

Her mother, Ling Wanhan, whether it is her appearance or temperament, is not an exaggeration to say that she is shocking.

She will always remember that her mother, with a pair of round eyes, remained motionless, looking at Jiang Tong who was crying and coughing up blood while pulling Lin Shengqian.

The eyes are full of envy.

Ling Wanhan has guarded half of her life and begged for half of her life, Jiang Tong has it, even if Jiang Tong was poor, humble, and half a foot into the loess at that time, she still captured all of Ling Wanhan's envy without a penny.

Yun Lingxiao will not forget that when her mother died, she was still looking at the door stupidly......

When she swallowed her breath, she said: In the next life, she wishes to have Jiang Tong's luck.......

After eight years, someone came back from the Eastern Wilderness and said to her: "When I was dying, I missed you." I'm not dead, I'm coming to see you! ”

The person who thought he could only see in a dream came to her with an internal injury.

thought that if she dreamed more often, she would increase the love seed that killed him to take root in her heart.

didn't die, she sowed the big things of the Tanglin Kingdom, regardless of the serious injury, and came all the way to find her.

In an instant, the love was deeply rooted, flooding into a wildfire that could not be burned by wild grass, drowning her heart that she was trying to strangle.

She, disarmed and surrendered.

He, in a hurry, hit her dizzy.

tasted all the bitterness and bitterness of the world, and was reluctant to refuse the sweetness he gave her.

If he is not the fifth prince of the Tanglin Kingdom, not the general of the Tanglin Kingdom, and if he is not a big thing, she really wants to keep this person, and if she can't stay, she will be imprisoned.

She has never been a good stubble, just like the Xuanbing dew that selfishly ignored Lin Shengqian back then, and ignored the hooligans in front of her.

In the moonlight, the sleeping man did not lock his long eyebrows when he came, but loosened contentedly.

The handsome Danfeng eyes have a thick smile in the corners of their eyes.

I knew he was good-looking, but I didn't expect him to be so good-looking, so good-looking that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Yun Lingxiao smiled slightly, leaned closer to the beautiful head, and the cherry lips fell on the handsome Danfeng's eyes, imprinting a warm fragrant kiss.

The person in his sleep, smiling in his dream, moved his mind, grabbed his beautiful head, and offered his full lips.

The faint smell of herbs is the moment of domineering attack.

Yun Lingxiao's pink tongue rolled a blue soul bead with a plain and faint fragrance, and greeted it with the enthusiasm of love.

On the tip of the tongue.

The smell of herbs swept over the dull fragrance, as if it was about to be swallowed.

There under the belly.

The hard breath is lingering, like a child who is greedy for candy and reluctant to leave.

"Sleep!" Yun Lingxiao opened his head, and whispered next to his handsome ear, comforting the people who were still restless in their sleep.

She didn't know that her gentle appeasement was the most disturbing factor.

Yun Lingxiao obviously heard a confused "um", but let the sudden power pour in.

Unconsciously bowed and trembled.

I can't bear to refuse, and I'm not willing to refuse.

If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

Since you can't go to the morning and twilight, you should cherish the moments together.

A pair of beautiful fox eyes are half-squinted delicately, enjoying the pleasure brought by the jump.......

The joyful moan, which flowed from her mouth and fell into the ears of those above, was the most beautiful music.

Seductive.

Cast a spell on.

The gentle drizzle after the storm is the most tender expression of the delicate flowers.

The endless affection, the endless tenderness like water, turned into the most primitive instinctive action......

The slanting wind and drizzle are endless.........

The delicate petals of the warm flowers in midsummer are slightly harvested, and the love of spring rain and dew is harvested.......