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Chapter 45

Defiled, Xu Guangyi thought of such a word by accident.

Song Yuan is not a goddess, nor does she have a noble air, but Xu Guangyi has known him for so many years, and has never been prepared to own this person.

Song Yuan is such an old-fashioned and stubborn person. He is diligent and conscientious. He follows every morality in the world. He taught him to respect his teachers. He never complained about his teachers. He is also patient.

If he violated his principles, it would be tantamount to killing him.

Song Yuan, who was powerless, humiliated, and whose bones were broken, was definitely not the Song Yuan he wanted.

But now, Xu Guangyi found that the defiled Song Yuan was also attractive.

When such a thing happened, he was defiled by others, that is, he was unfaithful to the so-called mortal husband, how panicked and resentful he was, and how powerless he was to shed tears. At this moment, could it be that he lacked a person to rely on.

You don't have to bear the responsibility of a sinner, but you can be the hand of redemption.

His eyes became eager, and he could hardly hear the bald donkey's high-sounding, needle-hidden questions.

"I forgot, since we met, haven't you asked your fellow Taoist's name?"

They have never been able to know the identity of Song Yuan's old friend who suddenly appeared. Zhu Yimen is mysterious, and this person is not easy to get in. Du Yi has always been friendly and kind to him, but he has not improved much. learn.

Xuexue withdrew two steps and folded to avoid the Thunder Talisman and Jianfeng who were approaching. Unfortunately, the sleeve was scratched, but it was not sewn by A Yuan, so there is no need to cherish it.

He knew that these people all knew A Yuan, and before leaving, those white-haired old men repeatedly told them not to show their tails and beat people, so they beat them a little restrained, and heard them say some strange things, and felt very depressed.

But he can answer this: "My surname is Song..." My name is Xuexue, I live in Buzhou Mountain, and I have been married for more than seven years...

"Bam—"

Above the east building, the crisp crackling sound suddenly made everyone freeze.

He woke up.

After being dazed for a moment, Xie Dianyi put away his sword, and a dark smile appeared on the face made paler by the red clothes, as if immersed in some desirable scene: "Okay, it's my fault."

"I should have let him kill you with his own hands."

Xuexue glanced at him indifferently, didn't bother to think about who he was, her heart was already drifting to a certain room, she just took it as an embarrassment, and replied casually: "You... can't beat me."

Xie Dianyi didn't want to say too much to the dead person, just then he was also surprised that Song Yuan actually met such a powerful person, and he didn't even know it.

But so what, such a shameful humiliation, with Song Yuan's temperament, not to mention taking this person's life, but also to speak ill at each other, not to mention that Song Yuan kept saying that he was married...

Even if Xie Dianyi refuses to think about it, but with Song Yuan's temperament, he must be against that so-called husband... so, even if the other party is strong, but Song Yuan has hatred, and the four of them attack together, it is difficult to guarantee that this person will not leave half of her behind. Fate.

Qiao Miao looked at them one by one, Xu Guangyi was in a trance, he didn't know what he was thinking, Xie Dianyi's expression was so grim that he shivered, but Du Yi was calm, and said softly to the person surnamed Song: "Since ...He's awake, Daoist brother..."

His tone was gentle, but in fact he had already grasped the Zen stick, and his movements were threatening.

It is difficult for Xuexue to understand his words of saving face. He only thinks that this person speaks intermittently, which is incomprehensible to Snake.

He just said in accordance with the etiquette of the human race: "I want to go back."

Qiao Miao hesitated for a moment, but still called out: "Wait a minute."

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he said hesitantly: "He is weak right now... Even if he has to... just wait until he gets better?" He was really worried that brother Yuan would not be able to bear it, and instead hurt his body.

This is true, Du nodded, Xu Guangyi's expression was still in a daze, Xie Dianyi sneered, raised his eyes to stare at the door of the east building, but actually said to everyone: "If things change again, call people Run away, I want to see how you explain it?"

After a moment of silence, he said again, "It's not that he lost his commanding tongue, it's just that he has lost some cultivation, and people look down on him, thinking that he is a restrained and Confucian person, treated like some kind of delicate fairy."

His words can be said to be unpungent, they exposed people's thoughts clearly, and instantly made people's faces burn.

What a difficult word, seeing the serious expressions of other people, Xuexue felt that it should be a good word, but he couldn't understand it well, and didn't know who the "he" was referring to, so she imitated others and kept silent After a while, then repeated: "I want to go back."

Then no one spoke, and everyone silently held their weapons, surrounded by a man with a bullying face and a calm and indifferent expression.

It wasn't until they got to that door that they were still arguing. When the blood was rushing, the resentment and resentment in their hearts all came from their own desires, but now standing here, they have to be affected by the emotions of the people in the room.

Xuexue was not burdened at all, but several people had already guessed that his face was out of control, so he had no expression on weekdays, but now he pushed the door calmly and walked in.

He heard the sound of something falling to the ground and shattered, and then walked a few steps forward. Qiao Miao's heart tightened. Seeing his calm expression, he felt complicated for a moment.

It's hate, hate that he took the body of his sweetheart, did such a thing to him, and yet he didn't even look guilty at all.

Strange again, why is this so?There is a lot of fog in it, and there may be some misunderstandings.

He was worried that this person loved Song Yuan so much that he had a distorted possessive desire, and now that he was satisfied, he would kill him too. Seeing that he had no repentance, Song Yuan hated him even more.

But he was also worried that there was actually a misunderstanding in this matter, and it was all caused by drugs from the devil world.

But that way... Song Yuan can't find that ordinary husband after all, and this man is beautiful, if he asks him to take care of Song Yuan, it seems that there is nothing wrong with him, but as time goes by, Song Yuan will not be perfect... and he will also have love with him .

The others naturally thought of one place with him, and the atmosphere became even weirder for a while.

Xuexue didn't realize that she was escorted up, and the people behind her stopped obediently in front of the twin lotus, so he didn't need to say anything.

He didn't know that someone would spy on his whereabouts with a mirror, but he just listened carefully and heard the rapid breathing, which proved that A Yuan was very awake.

He walked around the screen and was about to call someone.

A jade-white hook pierced through the air, followed by a weak and hoarse sound.

"I will kill you.

He was already hoarse, and it was difficult for him to even speak.

The claw hook was really useless against the master's chest, and it fell to the ground with a sound like a weak gold and stone collision a few hours ago.

Someone outside the curtain wanted to move, but was finally stopped by them.

The man on the bed was still sick, and under the moon-white underclothes, fine and dense marks spread to the side of his neck, which almost made people suspect that he had been abused by others. His long black hair was still wet with sweat, and only one strand hung down. In front of him, his sick face is still flushed, his teeth are clenched tightly, his other hand has lost strength, and it has become a paralyzed display, and he still hates to speak out.

Those eyes, reminiscent of the Jiangnan where the slanting radiance is pulsating and flowing, are completely broken at this time, and they really hang down into a bay of loss, emptiness and resentment. Anxiety has become a reality, and great powerlessness and regret have buried him.

Why did you let your husband go down the mountain?

Why do you want to go to the meeting?

Why do you have to walk alone?

Why consider that medicine as poison?

Why not just die?

In the empty pupils, only the anger of hatred supported him.

But with his weak hands and weak heart, no one can kill him.

He is not a well-known swordsman, he is an abandoned son, who finally found a place to rest, but his fate was ill-fated.

The hook was picked up by someone, and then the person slowly approached.

He saw the traces under the collar of the old sword cultivator, the brilliance of the snow-white skin, the wet eyelashes and hair.

It is really a test of the snake.

Something cold touched Song Yuan's jaw and gently lifted his face.

As soon as he yelled or waved a wave, someone would rush in indiscriminately, trying to capture the vicious lunatic.

But how familiar.

Song Yuan froze.

Thick black hair, thick black eyes, and the tallest body among the human race.

They are completely different from what I remember.

There is only one face, so familiar.

The slap that came through the air actually landed on the handsome face extremely gently, almost caressing.

The human snake didn't understand what it meant, but turned his face away cooperatively.

So he missed it too, the person in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand, hooked his neck with all his strength, and buried his face deeply towards his chest.

In the flowers in the mirror, in the water, in the moon, and in the lotus with twin stalks, there were continuous, restrained weeping.

It is clearly regarded as a signal to break in, but in the mirror, anyone who sees it will remain silent.

The former sword cultivator, who was humiliated, actually hung a pair of white arms around the neck of the madman, and stuck his face into his chest, looking completely attached to him. Seeing a obedient tall figure.

Where is the victim and the perpetrator, clearly...

Obviously a couple.

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Oh, it's so cool.

I thought it was a follow-up serialization: look here for updates here, and look over there for updates over there

Actual serialization: Fifty reminders when I woke up

I won’t cheat my family members, and if we don’t update for [-] days, it’s considered a break. According to this standard, I won’t stop updating. I’m really sorry that the plan has changed, but my three-dimensional life is also very difficult. Important, writing can't support me, it can only make my spirit happy. I will finish it normally under the premise of continuous updating. I also suggest that you find some other articles to read (I have experienced the whole network because of the special XP. The writer who looks for food at the garbage dump and has written a book fourteen times sincerely recommends it)

In fact, I am a writer who is quite easy to be influenced by others. After I finished writing the first book, I planned to put it away for two days, but it was really a lot of people asking me, so I opened it. I plan to serialize more seriously, the outline is listed but it is basically useless now, and then there is no manuscript at all, if I really can’t catch up, let’s hoard it