The little girl was laughing, but threatening.

Wang Zimo didn't know what she wanted to express, and when she saw the person in the official uniform walking towards the bronze coffin with exaggerated steps, his head suddenly exploded with a "buzz", and he instantly understood!

She's pushing herself to act!

If the bronze coffin was carried away by the man in official uniform, what happened next would be something that Wang Zimo could figure out with his toes.

A brilliant galaxy stretches across the sky.

The bewildering stars, like naughty elves, blink their eyes to see the warmth and coldness of the world.

The Rift did not move with the sun and the moon.

It seems to be eternal and eternal, always hanging over Sanhezhuang. The aurora is even more colorful, red, yellow, green, and pink......

It's as if dancing elves sneak out of the sky, attracting the crowd to linger!

When he was a child, Wang Zimo always stared at the Rift for a long time.

He wondered: On the other side of the mountain, is there a person in a distant place, just like himself at this moment, looking at the aurora that cracks the sky in a daze?

The beautiful aurora tonight is romantic Roland Purple.

Under the faint light, two figures, one red and one white, raised their heads at the same time, staring at the rapidly approaching black spots, and a shallow smile appeared on the corner of their lips.

"He's here, young master!"

The red-clothed protector's eyes drooped, he bowed slightly, and retreated behind the little girl in white.

After a while, Wang Zimo's burly figure turned around, bypassed Sanhezhuang, and appeared in the mass grave, the gloomy tomb.

The crockpot-shaped flames lit up one after another over the mass graves, flashing with a cold flame of demonic red and green.

The wind was intermittent, and there were scattered footsteps everywhere, but there was not a single figure in sight. It is vaguely arguable that some people are hiding in the dark and pointing, and all of them laugh weirdly and terrifyingly.

Wang Zimo was dressed in black linen, the coarse cloth was spun by Ah Niang with a loom, and the black was washed by Ah Dad himself with soap slurry.

Dai Xiaomo is plain white, the water is good, an oil-paper umbrella is like a lead moon wheel blooming behind the back, the silk is slender like a waterfall, and the silver brocade flowers are beautiful, like gurgling water, like a crane floating clouds, glowing with fluorescent colors, beautiful.

She is half a head shorter than Wang Zimo, but she is more and more cute and soft. The skin is shiny and translucent, and it actually has its own blue light filter, which looks exquisite and clear from every angle, and it is a quirky Lori stunner.

The two had never met, but they looked at each other with a sense of familiarity.

This feeling became stronger and stronger as the distance approached, and it was not until he heard the sound of each other's heartbeats that Wang Zimo stopped and stood two feet away, his heart turbulent.

The starry eyes looked at Dai Mei, and Wang Zimo clearly felt that there was a world of difference between Dai Xiaomo and the red-clothed protector.

If the red-clothed protector is a spirit body without substance, then Dai Xiaomo is flesh and blood like herself, but her body exudes a cold aura, like a dead person without temperature.

The red-clothed protector covered his mouth and smiled, and Wang Zimo obviously felt that she was condensed by a rich unknown energy, and this energy Wang Zimo knew that it was pure yin qi.

If I really master Yin and Yang and practice the Great Yan Sutra to the extreme, will I be able to manipulate this pure Yin Qi?

Staring at the real Dai Xiaomo in front of him, Wang Zimo couldn't help but think about the beautiful dream that he had on the night he first returned to Sanhezhuang and the imprint of the Lingtai.

was so distracted, but it gave the other party a chance.

Wang Zimo's eyes suddenly stinged, and he jumped up holding his temples one by one.

As if he was scorched by the summer sun, and as if he was pierced by a silver needle, he couldn't help but lower his head in pain, covering his eyes and hissing one after another.

"Damn, what's going on?"

What is she doing?

Without waiting for Wang Zimo to respond, his whole head seemed to be lifted by his hair.

Wang Zimo suddenly felt that there was an extra person in his head......

Dai Xiaomo dived into the sea of knowledge through the prince's silent eyes. It seems to be strolling in the letter pavilion in the back garden of one's own house, naughty moving here and there, and bouncing, raising the arms and toes to connect the dots, and the lotus flowers blooming under the feet, it is actually a shocking dance.

Every time she teased, it was like stroking the strings, which made the prince miserable.

"Huh, the Lu family, the Han family, the Liu family!"

Dai Xiaomo's eyes were like torches, and she smiled and groaned: "Sanhezhuang is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!"

She just wanted to turn around and leave, but suddenly Tianyu's face quickly sank, staring at Yin Jitong in Wang Zimo's deep memory, gritted her teeth and said, "There is still the evil seed of the Yin family!"

This little girl is not very old, but she is old-fashioned when she speaks, like a thousand-year-old Tianshan Tong Grandma, whose face has not been carved by the slightest time, but shows a very incommensurate coldness.

Dai Xiaomo's chest rose and fell violently.

From Wang Zimo's knowledge, she searched for a lot of important information, some of which was not clear to Wang Zimo himself, which was an unrevealed inheritance left by his ancestors.

A touch of plain white swims in the long river of Wang Zimo's memory.

From the sixteen years of time to the bloodline inheritance, Dai Xiaomo knows the prince silently, like a boudoir who is about to leave the cabinet, and she knows the five and eight generations of her in-law's family clearly.

After touching a cup of tea, his head gradually regained his calm.

The prince opened his eyes quietly, and suddenly felt the fragrance in his nose, and saw the little girl in white running over, hugging his neck and saying with a sweet smile: "I'm Dai Xiaomo, do you remember?"

At the end, he unabashedly kissed Wang Zimo on the face. said shyly: "It turns out that my husband has been thinking about others in his dreams for a long time!"

Wang Zimo hurriedly pulled back and looked back secretly, for fear that such an immoral picture would be seen by others, if it reached Yin Qitong's ears, she would definitely be angry and thunderous!

Yes, definitely!

"Ruyi Langjun!"

Dai Xiaomo was stupid in her heart, lowered her head shyly, wrapped her fingers around her cuffs, turned around, turned into a wisp of breeze, and fled......

The flowers are still in the spring, and the people are left with dark fragrance.

That kind of fragrance is elegant and refined, refreshing to the heart. Noble and dignified and not pretentious, but if he is a hot-blooded man, he will willingly bow down under the white and flawless flowing gauze skirt.

Seeing Dai Xiaomo leave with an embarrassed face, the red-clothed protector smiled, twisted the willow waist, and walked to the prince Mo and saluted: "Welcome the lord back to the house!"

"Welcome home!" suddenly came a neat voice in the dark night.

Seeing that the prince ignored him, the red-clothed protector continued: "The concubine's body is called Mo Hongyan, and the lord should not always call the red-clothed protector the concubine in his heart." ”

Mo Hongyan smiled very charmingly.

How do you describe it? It's like a ripe peach, it looks bulging, and it's soft when you pinch it. From afar, you can smell the charming fragrance, which makes people laugh and want to have a taste.

That kind of sweetness, melts in the mouth, from the tip of the tongue, to the lips and teeth, all the way to the throat and eyes, pouring into the stomach, I am really reluctant to eat the second bite, and I can't help but laugh greedily, I want to swallow it all.

Who would believe that she is not a vixen?

The prince smashed his lips silently, he was a sixteen-year-old young man who was only seventeen years old in nine days, and naturally he didn't have much interest in mature young women.

Not only did she not feel it, but she also secretly thought in her heart: Is this woman a roundworm in her stomach, and she knows everything she thinks?

"The Lord Fang Cai wants to manipulate the pure yin qi. The first acquaintance of yin and yang still needs to be supplied, if the lord wants to pick yin, the concubine is waiting for him at any time!"

Mo Hongyan pursed her lips and smiled, the flower branches of laughter trembled, and her shoulders were half discharged. Looking sideways, it turned out to be a back that was not covered by half an inch of Ebu, revealing a bright and strong back.

"Don't look at it, your little beauty is ashamed to go back. ”

After the Great Yan Sutra was tempered, Wang Zimo felt more and more that the red-clothed protector was extremely terrifying.

Dai Xiaomo can easily penetrate the sea of knowledge, if she does it, she will become a fool in minutes.

This Mo Hongyan never shows mountain dew, and the fight with Da Ji is just an understatement wave of his sleeves.

Even so, he only saw that Da Ji was injured, but this protector couldn't see the slightest injury. Wang Zimo's head spun rapidly, thinking about how to escape from this unruly place.

Seeing that Wang Zimo was still guilty, Mo Hongyan put away her mocking look, tidied up the Yan Hongxia veil, and said seriously: "The lord doesn't know, you and the young master have a marriage contract beforehand. Now that the young master has woken up early, he naturally wants to fulfill the agreement, and secretly see if he likes his little minister?"

"What marriage?"