Zhang Remnant grabbed Wan'er, who was about to rush out, and wanted to persuade her, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't spit out a word. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info could only hold her tightly and sighed.

Zhao Yinyue also learned to sigh, as if she was talking to herself: "Life is like a root, floating like a strange dust." Yu'er's last sentence is really good! Ordinary people envy high-ranking officials and nobles, but they don't know that the daughters of these people enjoy the glory of their youth, but the price may be their own life. ”

"It is said that I will also be married off by my relatives, who knows? I hope that my husband will die violently on the day of my marriage!"

Zhao Yinyue shook her head, didn't say anything more, and slowly walked out of the Xiao Mansion.

And I don't know when, Wan'er actually entered her dream in Zhang Yan's arms, it seems that her spirit is indeed too tired.

Zhang Yan carefully carried her into his room, carefully took off her shoes and socks, and carefully covered her with a quilt, lest the movement be too big and wake her up.

After doing all this, Zhang Zhan only felt sweating profusely. If anyone knows that they will do such a nuanced thing, they will laugh off their big teeth and crook their chins. After all, Zhang Zhan himself never imagined that there would be such a day when he would act like this.

It seems that the so-called impossibility is actually just three words that have no weight! The key lies in the purpose and the person.

Looking at Wan'er's sweet appearance falling asleep soundly, Zhang Yan was even more reluctant to blink. It's strange to say, in fact, Zhang Yan originally liked the appearance of a woman with tears on her face, which was as delicate as a pear blossom after the rain. Compared with the overflowing smile and subtle reserve, the crying woman is more moving.

At least that's the case for Zhang Zhan.

But it's a pity that Wan'er cried for too long, and even if she closed her eyes, she could see the redness and swelling of the bags under her eyes, which was a little flaw in perfection.

Zhang Chuan thought again, no one is perfect, and the coexistence of advantages and disadvantages is the truth that can be seen and touched.

The next moment, Zhang Yan kissed Wan'er lightly on the forehead as if he were not at all controlled.

Then Zhang Remnant sat down quietly, and before he used his skills to heal his wounds, God returned to oneness and was no longer disturbed by the outside world. finally got Wan'er's shadow out of her mind, it's good to have her here, even her breath is her fragrance.

Today's day, first fighting Chen Minghui, and then fighting Dulone, really made Zhang Yan feel unbearable.

The meager internal force in the dantian walked with his heart, traveling all over the eight veins of Zhang Xuan's strange meridians. Wherever the internal force goes, the feeling of warmth is very comfortable. When the internal force swam to the Baihui acupoint, Zhang Chuan suddenly discovered a power that he had never noticed.

Although this power is very weak, it does not belong to oneself. Because the purity in it is far from being able to cultivate by the current self. Zhang Remnant racked his brains, and there was nothing he could do with it. So in the end, it can only be allowed to entrench here, because it cannot be digested or excreted from the body.

The so-called blessing is not a curse, but a disaster cannot be avoided. Since there was no way to take it, Zhang Shui ignored it. In this kind of power, there is a wide range of benevolence and kindness, and Zhang Yan subconsciously feels that it will not cause any negative impact on himself.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Yan's heart moved, and he opened his eyes.

Wan'er also happened to wake up in a daze at this time, her delicate appearance had the style of a begonia blooming, and Zhang Yan was actually moved by some inexplicable feelings.

After staring at each other for a long time, you have me, I have you, and no one wants to break this intoxicating silence.

In the end, Wan'er said softly: "It's good that you can see Zhang Chuan as soon as you open your eyes." ”

Zhang Yan couldn't help but chuckle, and couldn't help but stretch out his big hand and touch Wan'er's little head.

Then Wan'er jumped up as if she had suddenly deceived a corpse, and exclaimed, "Oh! Let's go! We must go and send Miss!"

Zhang Yan knew that he would definitely not be able to stop Wan'er, not to mention that he actually wanted to send Xiao Yu'er on his last journey, so he nodded without any objection.

Wan'er stroked her hair a few times like a jujube, as if she had washed up, and then took Zhang Yan's hand and walked quickly to Mrs. Xiao's bedroom.

The sky has seen the white belly of the fish, the morning sun is rising, and the time is more than enough.

Wan'er is the most obedient, every time she goes out of Xiao's mansion, she will pay a greeting to Mrs. Xiao, and she is never pampered and coquettish.

When Zhang Yan came to the door of Old Madam Xiao's east house, he suddenly stopped.

Wan'er pulled Zhang Remnant too tightly, and walked quickly, but was so abruptly taken by Zhang Remnant, ouched, fell into Zhang Remnant's arms again, and said dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yan glanced at Wan'er, opened his mouth, and shook his head again.

Wan'er was also anxious at this time, pouted, and said dissatisfiedly: "I'll wake up the old lady." ”

Zhang Yan pulled Wan'er back again and hugged her tightly in his arms. Wan'er's delicate arm was pulled like this, and she groaned again. However, she didn't want to forcibly break free after being hugged by Zhang Yan, but said pitifully: "It's enough to go back and let you hug me? Don't make trouble now, okay! I have to go and tell the old lady." ”

Zhang Yan sighed and said, "Why don't we go directly and come back and confess to the old lady?"

Wan'er shook her head and said, "Then what's the matter!" The old lady said that she likes Wan'er to wake her up from her sleep the most!

Wan'er's voice is as crisp as a lark, and it sounds very comfortable. And her naughty and lively, eccentric, but also highlights the characteristics of a girl. Thinking about it, with Xiao Yuer's personality, it is impossible to be coquettish in front of Old Madam Xiao. Then what brings Mrs. Xiao's family happiness can only be the likable Wan'er.

As Wan'er said, Old Madam Xiao really needs some relief now.

However, after hearing this, Zhang Yan shook his head and said complicatedly: "You can't wake her up anymore." ”

Wan'er was stunned when she heard this, and said in a daze: "What do you mean." ”

Then Wan'er opened her mouth unconsciously, and Zhang Zhan looked at Wan'er's sharply constricted pupils, sighed secretly, and pointed at her sleeping hole.

Zhang Yan carefully laid her flat among the flowers, and after cleaning up her mind, he pushed open the door that was closed with dead air.

In the dim candle flames that burned out, a white silk was tied to the beam of the room, and the old lady Xiao was hanging on it.

I was afraid that I would fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I burned a high candle to shine red makeup.

Of course, this is by no means a festive scene.

Old Madam Xiao's frosty white hair was scattered and obscured from her face, and only a long, disgustingly red tongue was faintly visible.

Old Mrs. Xiao once said that Xiao Yu'er is all she has now, and if she loses her, she will have nothing.

There has never been a moment when Zhang Yan was so sympathetic to Old Madam Xiao.

She must have been reluctant to leave.

Folk say that if you commit suicide wearing a red hanging beam, you will become a ghost after death and ask for grievances from enemies.

Even if this is true, Old Madam Xiao will never get what she wants. Because Zhao Kuo is the Ninety-Five Supreme, the emperor's dragon qi, how can he get close to any evil murderer. What's more, in the palace, there are countless capable people, and it is natural to destroy the ghosts and gods.

Zhang Xuan's dark luck true qi, the candle flame rose sharply in an instant, and in an instant, it swallowed everything here into a piece of flying ash with the momentum of burning the prairie fire.