"Snow Suit."

When Yang Ming said this name softly, Mrs. Mingzhu only felt a thunder explode in her ears, this name, she was too familiar, so familiar that it had a tremor from the blood.

"How is that possible?" Mrs. Mingzhu's mind was in a turbulent wave, and she couldn't help but think of when she was a child, she saw a tortoise shell in her aunt Xueyihou's study, on which complex and unfamiliar runes were depicted.

And in retrospect, those things seem to have another meaning.

Thinking that when he was a child, he grew up with his cousin Bai Yifei next to his aunt, but his cousin Bai Yifei learned Gu martial arts, and she learned illusion and medical skills.

Thinking that when he was a child, under the care of his aunt Xue Yihou, he used various secret techniques to improve his qualifications and perfect his body, but at that time, he only felt that his aunt Xue Yihou cared about him, but now in retrospect, the concern at that time was more like something else.

Thinking of what might happen to her, Mrs. Mingzhu had a shuddering feeling, in her body, is there really another soul? Are you still yourself?

"It's bizarre, but she's real, don't you see the ice around here? Isn't your cousin a self-proclaimed master? Do you think he has the ability to condense such an ice realm? Yang Ming said, his fingers roaming between the snow ridges, teasing the two plum blossoms.

At this time, Mrs. Mingzhu didn't care about Yang Ming's teasing at all, but looked around, and when the icicles came into her eyes again, the last trace of luck was also broken between the heartstrings.

As Yang Ming said, in the surrounding ice realm, Bai Yifei can only condense it with the assistance of the white armor soldiers, but if he lets him come by himself, he can't do it at all, and in this tall building, Bai Yifei is obviously impossible to come, let alone bring the white armor soldiers.

The truth of everything points to what Yang Ming said: Xueyihou.

Mrs. Mingzhu had completely forgotten her task at this time, and the jade hand that was still enough to make people want to die had subconsciously touched her forehead, which was a familiar touch, but at this time, Mrs. Mingzhu had an illusion that it no longer seemed to belong to her.

"Adults know?" In the end, Mrs. Mingzhu turned her head with difficulty to look at Yang Ming, and looked at the existence of a man in any sense of the word.

"You know, you just want to be against me, how do you think I should punish you?" Yang Ming turned his head sideways and looked at the tide banshee in front of him, even if he was frightened, he still did not lose his amorous style.

"That's Xueyihou, not me." Lady Pearl argued earnestly.

"Does it matter to me? Now you are one. Yang Ming said coldly, where is there still the warmth of Fang Cai, the speed at which men turn their faces is not necessarily slower than that of women, especially men who have already succeeded.

"That's different." Mrs. Mingzhu argued repeatedly.

"What's the difference?" Yang Ming asked rhetorically.

Hearing Yang Ming's words, Mrs. Mingzhu couldn't help but be overjoyed, because she had already heard another layer of meaning between Yang Ming's words, since she could continue, there was room for change.

"Please save me, sir." Mrs. Mingzhu knelt beside Yang Ming neatly as she spoke, and perfectly presented her smooth back in Yang Ming's sight, especially the bright moon, although it was not as delicate as the startling salamander, but it also had the domineering of the tide banshee, this is a woman who knows how to 'carry things'.

"Reason." Yang Ming said.

"I'm already an adult woman." Mrs. Mingzhu raised her head and said with a big smile on Yang Ming.

"It's not enough, and you're a very bad woman, it's better for me to stay away from you." Yang Ming said disgustedly.

"Your Excellency?" Mrs. Mingzhu was stunned, and quickly calculated in her heart, analyzing how many meanings there were behind Yang Ming's words.

Thinking that Yang Ming had directly explained his identity in Fangcai, and also knew about his aunt Xue Yihou and cousin Bai Yifei, Mrs. Mingzhu had already realized that I was afraid that the plan of Han Wang'an and those people was already in Yang Ming's expectations.

"My lord, Mingzhu is actually a good person, this time he was really forced by someone to do this." Mrs. Mingzhu thought about it for a while, and had already decided to sell Han Wangan first, and then she could take out the most valuable thing in her hands, but now this body no longer belonged to her, and she really didn't have a bigger bargaining chip.

"What has to be like this?" Yang asked knowingly.

"Han Wangan's plan is to give me to you, and let me seduce you, so that he is using my identity to pinch you, and let you take the initiative to relax in the negotiations with South Korea." Mrs. Mingzhu said truthfully.

"Are you going to betray King Han now?" Yang Ming sat up and looked directly at Mrs. Mingzhu in front of him.

"I have never belonged to Han Wang'an, so how can I talk about betrayal, in Fangcai, don't adults already know? The pearl belongs only to you. Mrs. Mingzhu said and gently touched the legs of the two white pythons, and the plum blossoms dotted between them were her proof.

"That's it?" Yang Ming still didn't let go.

"I can also become an undercover agent for adults in South Korea, in South Korea, I can influence the government of South Korea, if I have as an internal response, I can help adults destroy South Korea, I don't know if this condition may allow you to help?" Mrs. Pearl raised her chips again.

"South Korea, I can destroy it with my backhand, why do I need to use you as an internal response, you want to be Xi Shi, I am not Gou Jian, and Han Wangan is not worthy of being a husband." Yang Ming said disgustedly.

"This?" Mrs. Mingzhu didn't know what to say for a while, she had already come up with the biggest price she could pay, but Yang Ming was still unmoved, could it be that she was really destined for some catastrophe that she couldn't get through?

For a while, Mrs. Mingzhu found that she thought she had everything, and at this time, she couldn't take out a bargaining chip in front of Yang Ming.

Am I just a piece of waste? Han Wangan was like this before, and so is Yang Ming now.

"You shouldn't look up, you should look down, and maybe you can see something different." Yang Ming reminded.

Mrs. Mingzhu's so-called bargaining chips, in Yang Ming's place, in fact, that's just the case, don't say it's just Mrs. Mingzhu herself, even if the four murderers of the night are tied together, it is difficult for Yang Ming to raise much interest, South Korea is too small and too small, so small that Yang Ming can't raise much interest in it at all.

"Looking down?" Mrs. Mingzhu was puzzled, but she still followed Yang Ming's words and lowered her head, what did she see?

She saw that it was herself, her chest that was as condensed as snow and gathered like a mountain, this?

With Mrs. Mingzhu's unconscious movements, between the shaking of the mountains, a spiritual light flashed in front of her eyes, and in a trance, Mrs. Mingzhu understood something, thinking of the thrilling of Fang Cai, Mrs. Mingzhu understood.

"Mingzhu knows." Mrs. Mingzhu smiled, and once again regained a little bit of her demeanor as a tide banshee.

I saw that this tide banshee used both hands and feet, and between inch movements, her palms climbed up to Yang Ming's chest, her fingers rubbed with the palms, and the demeanor of the fairy slowly bloomed in front of Yang Ming.

"Did you misunderstand something?" Yang Ming grabbed Mrs. Mingzhu's palm, and in her stunned eyes, she had turned into a high mountain with a pull and a press, firmly suppressing this female goblin under the mountain.

The female goblin was about to resist, but was hit by a sword technique that fell from the sky, and in a mournful roar, her waist rose high, and in the twisting of the white python, she was depressed and stuck to the soft bedding.

In the ears of the tide banshee leaning back, Yang Ming's voice sounded: "When you don't use your brain, it's much more popular than when you're cunning, yours is already very slippery, don't learn cunning things anymore." ”

"What cunning?" In the moment when Mrs. Mingzhu was stunned, she seemed to understand something.

In the midst of a night of fierce fighting, no one knew what it was like, only a completely subdued goblin prostrated in an arm's bend, the former wildness had disappeared, and there was only a stuffed Lady Pearl.

"How can you help me?" Mrs. Mingzhu's eyes opened and closed, and after she came to her senses, she didn't care about her eighteen routines, and directly asked the question she was most concerned about.

"You just need to follow me, as long as she dares to come out, I will help you beat her back." Yang Ming kneaded the big goblin in the crook of his arm.

"Is it that simple?" Mrs. Mingzhu was stunned, thinking of everything that happened last night, Mrs. Mingzhu only felt that she had lost last night.

"Or else?" Yang Ming asked rhetorically.

"It seems to be the same, but my identity, and ......" Mrs. Mingzhu hesitated, although Yang Ming said arrogantly last night, but when Mrs. Mingzhu came to her senses again, she had to wonder, would Yang Ming really be willing to give up an opportunity to control South Korea?

"What do you want to say? If they don't say anything, they're going to get up, and they're almost there. Yang Ming said meaningfully.

"Will your lord really take me to the Qin Kingdom?" Lady Mingzhu asked incredulously.

"Or else?" Yang Ming asked rhetorically.

"If I stay in South Korea, I can control the Korean palace for adults, and then affect the situation in South Korea. Mrs. Pearl said.

"What you say seems to make a lot of sense, and it is indeed a very tempting thing to control South Korea." Yang Ming groaned.

"That?" Hearing Yang Ming's words, Mrs. Mingzhu's heart couldn't help but sink, although she likes to make waves, she is not willing to be just a tool.

"But that kind of thing is really disgusting, you big goblin already belongs to me, if you continue to stay in South Korea, will it be possible for you to scratch your head at Han Wangan every day?" Yang Ming asked rhetorically.

"Although the temptation to control Korea is not small, it is still too disgusting to think about letting the woman who belongs to me scratch her head in front of other men." Yang Ming patted Mrs. Mingzhu and said.

"Too disgusting?" Looking at Yang Ming's look as if he was joking, Mrs. Mingzhu felt that she should believe Yang Ming's explanation, this reason seemed a little ridiculous, just because of such a simple reason to give up an opportunity to control Korea, but Mrs. Mingzhu felt that what Yang Ming said was true.

Vaguely, the untouched part of the heart room appeared in the feeling of Madame Pearl.

This is the man I was last night, and will it be my future man? Lady Mingzhu thought and buried her head tightly in the crook of Yang Ming's arm.