The disgust of life packed up the things and sped up, and his heart seemed to be spinning in his throat, but now he didn't dare to look back at Nangong Tian's movements.

"It's just a sword, why should Lan Changshi embarrass adults?" Nan Yin's eyes were heavy, and his words were a bit unauthentic.

Disgusted with life has long seen his evil intentions, and he mixes everything with a kick, which is really hateful.

Lan Nizhi was full of laughter, and suddenly felt that his smile was a little thorough.

"It's just a broken sword, Lan Changshi wants it so much, I'm afraid I have to go to my mansion in person, if you hurry up, you may still see it." In the mirror, Nangong's long back was reflected, his black hair was draped over his shoulders, he lowered his head slightly and coughed, his eyes were a little clearer, and he was gentle with a moment of coldness.

Nangong leaned over to look at the things on the platform, with a hoarse look in the shallowness, if there were no eyelashes flying, and there was a cough, and with a thick breath, he methodically raised the rouge back, Nangong poured out that Lan Nizhi would dodge, and whether the rouge would smash Nan Yinnian, he had to be smashed.

Nan Yinnian is willing to pretend to be a villain, and Nangong is willing to fulfill him.

Rouge didn't buckle it tightly, and slipped all of it on Nan Yinnian's clothes, and finally only dropped the empty box into Nan Yinnian's palm.

"Knowing that my sister-in-law likes vulgar powder, I naturally sent some rouge gouache." Nangong shook the corners of his clothes, with a little complaint: "It's just that the disgusting rouge is too 'elegant', and there is a chance to send a little 'puffy', after all, my sister-in-law likes vulgar powder!"

"The last time I talked to adults about the country and the beauty, now I understand, the Lord really loves the beauty and doesn't love the country, I admire this feeling." Nan Yinnian lifted the placket of his shirt and said with a smile: "It's just a pity that it's rouge."

Nangong smiled coldly, raised his hand and stroked the mirror, his fingertips were imprinted on the mirror, and the foggy white mark made his hands a little white: "My son-in-law praises."

"In that case, I won't bother." It was Lan Nizhi who spoke, but it was Nan Yinnian and Lan Nizhi who walked.

They left, and exhaled in disgust, because there was nothing to say, so they could only fold and unfold the quilt, which was not too good, but it was not embarrassing either.

It's just that at some point, a sparse sound came into the ears of the disgusted people, interrupting her thoughts, and the disgusted people turned around, and Nangong fell on the dresser, and there were blood stains oozing out of the tightly strangled ribs.

Disgusted with life, he recalled the foggy white mark left on the mirror by Nangong Tilt just when he turned around, the angle was different, in the angle of Lan Nizhi and Nan Yinnian, he felt that Nangong Tilt was slowly provocative, and he also seemed calm at all. In her angle, it was the part that blocked the bleeding, in fact, when they came, Nangong Tian was holding on......

Nangong tilted her breathing more and more slowly, and her heartbeat slowed down a lot, she opened her eyes strongly, but saw her enlarged face, Nangong leaned sideways and stood up, lowered her head for a while, her arm was straddled on her shoulder, staggering and not stable at all, Nangong tilt did not resist, turned his head and looked at him coldly, and his other hand blocked the disgusting move to help him, hoarse with a little disgusting preference: "Looking for Qin is uneasy."

"Qin is uneasy?" I was stunned for a while, and my brows frowned slightly, and I saw Nangong Tian cough in a low voice: "Okay, I'll tell Lian'er to go ......."

Nangong was sweating profusely, soaking through the corners of his clothes, and there was a bit of forbearance on his handsome face: "No, I don't believe her." Nangong Tian coughed more and more frequently, and patted his back with disgust: "I'll go and find it, is this okay?"

Nangong raised his eyelids, clasped his palms between his ribs, and laughed arrogantly: "You go?"

"Don't you want to kill me the most?"

The disgusted and condescending gaze at Nangong leaned, clasped his wrist, and his eyebrows sinned into a painting: "I don't want to die!"

Nangong smiled even more desolately, his cold eyebrows were a little sweaty......

Oh, yes! You don't want to die, and I want to live, so everyone came to a consensus, what a joke.

And Nangong poured this life, just disgusted with life, she had a heart of revenge, he could die, she had pity, he couldn't die if he wanted to.

In the final analysis, being disgusted with Nangong is hot and cold, and it is soft-hearted......