The sword slave didn't move, the master didn't speak, and everything others said was a fart.

Yi Yunyin put his hands behind his back, and his green tendons burst out. "If I kill him, will you feel distressed? Do you care about such a bohemian flower thief? What happened to you after all? Then what are you still looking for me for?"

Suddenly raised his head and looked at Yiyun. His good-looking peach blossom eyes are full of darkness that cannot be seen at a glance, like the chaos of the universe, like the coldness of Meng Po on the Huangquan Road. An Miaomiao's heart sank to the bottom. He didn't believe her.

"He saved me after all. King Rui will not forget, who got me to such a field today?" An Miaomiao said coldly. The hand holding the dagger was in a trance, and his intestines fell to the ground. Her wrist was pinched by Yiyun. It bends in a difficult position, with a hint of pain.

"In that case, why can't this king fulfill you? This king can let you die once, and naturally let you die a second time. ”

Yiyun raised his hand gloomily, An Miaomiao closed her eyes, and a tear slipped down the corner of her eye. His heart is so hard, why does she always fantasize about having a future with him?

Miaomiao, if you can come back alive, I will marry you.

Miaomiao, I said that I would marry you.

The man who was gentle and delicate a moment ago put the cold gut-breaking dagger against her heart at this moment. Let's end it like this, she can't afford it.

Even though she has a gap in her heart, even if she is talented and peerless. No one knows, except for Yunjin who taught her. At this moment, Yun Jin was in her belly. If she dies, she must take Yunjin with her.

Yunjin, Yunjin, didn't you expect that Tuosheng was in my stomach and escaped the imperial mausoleum with all kinds of dangers. But you can't dodge the sword of a ruthless man?

"It's over......" Liang Yinuo's humble voice trembled, "Miaomiao, today the two of us are destined to become a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks here......"

An Miaomiao suddenly smiled, "Anyway, you are destined to die, with me with you, you won't still earn money, on Huangquan Road, you won't be lonely." ”

"An Miaomiao, do you want to die so much?" Yiyun looked at An Miaomiao condescendingly. An Miaomiao, whose eyes were burning with rage, was full of pain. An Miaomiao's heart has become bitter. If she wants to die, why should she take such a humiliating way? Yiyun, if I want to die, why do I have to work so hard, why should I humble myself just to come to you?

I can obviously follow Zimo, I can obviously go to the ends of the earth with Liang Yinuo.

It's a shit. In his heart, he despised himself fiercely, and his eyes were full of self-deprecating sarcasm.

Why did things turn out like this? Did she imagine things too beautiful from the beginning? She imagined that entering the Imperial Tomb was not his intention. It was he who wanted to go in despite his objections. She imagined that he was looking for her all over the world, whether he was worried about his safety.

He said that he wanted to marry himself, was he sincere?

She had so much to think about him. She was so eager to approach him, even if it was just to look at him from afar, that she was satisfied.

But he gave her so many wonderful fantasies, but he didn't let her face the cold situation at the moment. Yiyun, do you have a heart?

If I have a relationship with others, how can I still have the face to appear in front of you?

But. Looking at him, she couldn't refute a word. What could she say? Her pride and self-esteem came to the ground at a time when she should have groveled and begged for mercy. Just like the decision to walk into the imperial tomb without hesitation at that time.

An Miaomiao closed her eyes again. Raising his head proudly, like the proudest peacock in the world, with a momentum that is not afraid of life and death.

An Miaomiao gently raised a graceful arc, and her beautiful thin lips overflowed with cold words, "No one is born willing to die." I'm the same, and so is Zimo. ”

Hearing Zimo's name, she felt the sword slave's hand tremble in a trance. Liang Yinuo glanced at him inexplicably. An Miaomiao sneered. Even Zimo has someone who cares so much, why doesn't anyone love her?

"I'm coming back to you just to make you fulfill the promise you made to me that day. And thou shalt say, If I come back alive, thou shalt marry me. How. King Rui, the wise and martial artist, the dignified prince of the Nine Kingdoms of Mo, is it not a word to speak like this?" An Miaomiao looked at King Rui with cold eyes, and glanced at Liang Yinuo with slanted eyes, he was looking at her with a sneer, not caring at all that the sword slave's sword had made a circle of blood on his neck.

The two looked at each other, and their breaths were so similar. The faint scent of pear blossoms on his body invaded her sense of smell with the breeze. She sighed deeply in her heart, it still smells so good, or such a good-looking man, why, your heart is so cold?

His dagger was finally no longer in her heart. Cocking the dagger, her chin was lifted slightly, her good-looking cheeks were as stubborn as ever, and her good-looking eyes were full of cold mockery.

Yiyun smiled lightly, "How did I forget, you are such a watery poplar, a dissolute and shameless woman." When you secretly climbed into the king's bed in the middle of the night and had a spring supper with the king, you were still a gentle princess who was about to get married, right? How fortunate is this king to be favored by the princess, even if he is wearing a green hat, he should be very grateful, right?"

Sure enough, it was self-inflicted. An Miaomiao's heart spread along the limbs of the body to the whole body, inch by inch, gradually cold. How is it and how is it not?

Suddenly, he realized that his impression in his heart was so unbearable, and Liang Yinuo's nonsensical slander became the most ridiculous existence.

An Miaomiao pinched her fingers, gently lifted his dagger, moved it to the side, and raised a smile like a flower, that smile was like a spring breeze, blowing a pool of spring water, the straight waist of the white lotus in the blue water lake suddenly wilted, at this moment, only the unruly woman in front of her was the most beautiful scenery around. Gently hooked Yiyun's neck, and his words were full of charm. She pressed her ear to him and whispered softly, "Yiyun, even if I am so unbearable in your heart, I can't escape the fate of you marrying me." As you said, a gentleman's promise is more important than a daughter. Hehe, hehe. ”

With a crisp sound, Yiyun Huo Ran got up. Gritting his teeth, "Slut." An Miaomiao's stunning face is clearly printed with five finger marks. Enchanting to her face, wantonly mocking this shameless woman who is not self-sufficient.

It's okay to be like this, but what's going on?

"The king will do as you wish. Yiyun threw down a sentence and left without looking back. An Miaomiao's embarrassed appearance returned to calm, and the sword slave withdrew the sword against Liang Yinuo's body and followed.

A few guards came up next to him and bowed to An Miaomiao and said, "Miss, please." (To be continued.) )