Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 270 Aquaman Escapes Marriage vs Tsundere Crematorium 160
"Thank you Xun!"

There was a serious case in Dali Temple today, Pei Yanzhi still rushed over, glanced at Xie Xun's wrist, and said coldly: "The battlefield changes rapidly, don't be distracted."

"Don't delay you, a busy person, go ahead." Xie Xun put his hands behind his back.

Pei Yanzhi's eyebrows and eyes were straight: "There is still time to see you off."

Zhang Nuanyan stood beside Liu Zhu, her cheeks were thinner, her chin was thinner, and she looked at Xie Xun with infatuated eyes.

"Brother Xie Xun, I will wait for you, you must come back safely."

One year, two years, ten years.

She didn't believe it, after such a long time, Xie Xun still couldn't forget a dead person!
Zhongcao and Yang Zhihua stood together, and said sullenly: "You have to be good...Your Marquis too."

"Don't cry anymore." Yang Zhihua said helplessly.

Ever since Meng Tang'an fell into the river, Zhong Cao almost went blind from crying.

"I want you to manage."

"I... I'm your fiance, why can't I control you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!!"

"That's... I come back, we'll get married!"

Zhongcao fell silent.

Xie Xun got on his horse, his movements were cold, his figure was sunk in the blazing autumn sun, and he took a last look at Xu Beihou's mansion.

There were many people standing outside the mansion, everyone was there, except Meng Tangan.

That's okay, she's not in the Hou's mansion, otherwise she will be appointed to cry, and it's not easy to coax.

pretty good.

Ok.

"Thank you Xun!"

The clear and crisp voice of the daughter's house sounded from a distance and fell on my ears.

He froze suddenly, his dead heartbeat almost jumped out of his chest, he didn't move a bit, he didn't dare to look back.

"Xun Lang."

This sound was clearer, as if she was whispering in her ear day and night.

Xie Xun finally had the courage to look back.

Empty.

Nothing.

There were still those people under the eaves of Xu Beihou's mansion, the golden leaves swirled in the air, and the sunlight blurred the sight.

It's just his hallucinations.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Xie Quyan asked suspiciously.

"It's okay." Xie Xun looked away, the light in his eyes was ignited and extinguished again and again, "Let's go."

The young man rode his horse and whipped his whip, and ran to the distance, magnificent rivers and mountains!

The upright figure gradually disappeared before everyone's eyes.

The originally relaxed atmosphere became silent, and the wind sent away many sighs.

Zhongcao stared at the air helplessly, not knowing who he was talking about: "You have to come back soon..."

Every hour.

city ​​gate.

20 soldiers assembled, the golden armor and Sen Hanguang looked sacred and chilling from the city wall.

They shoulder the mission, they defend Beiyan.

They are waiting for their general to lead them to kill Nanliang Fourteen Continents angrily!
Revitalize Beiyan, great rivers and mountains!
There was a sound of galloping iron cavalry, skimming the ground, chasing the wind.

The man was dressed in black clothes, with a cold outline, and in front of 20 soldiers, against the autumn sun, he gave an order, and the whole army moved: "Let's go!"

"Yes, General!"

The loud voice pierced through the sky, and all the soldiers looked at Xie Xun with sincere respect.

Turned to battle for three thousand miles, Yijian was once a millionaire!

Their little general Xie is back!
The icy iron cavalry condensed into a thick voice, and 20 soldiers rushed into the distance.

Xie Xun rode his horse to the front, clenched the rein with one hand, his finger bones were startled white, the autumn wind howled, and he could faintly see the white hairband tied around his wrist from under his sleeve. words——

My wife, Tangtang.

No one can guarantee survival on the battlefield where the sword has no eyes.

If this trip is fast, it may be a few months, if it is slow, it may be a year, two years, or... there is no return date.

The Shangqing River has never stopped salvage, and Meng Tangan's missing person notices are posted everywhere along the way.

Everything about Meng Tang'an in Xu Beihou's mansion was taken care of as usual, as if she had just left for a short time and would be back soon.

Every three months, Yang Zhihua would personally take people down to Jiangnan, deliver the things Meng Tangan needed to the attic, and then leave quietly.

Xie Xun signed his name on the letter of Heli, put it in the bamboo garden, and asked the servants to guard it in the Hou's mansion.

If one day Meng Tang'an comes back, let her sign her name, and she will be free from now on, and her life will not be missed.

If he doesn't come back.

Everything in Xu Beihou's mansion was left to Meng Tang'an.

As a gift from him to her, a relic of his life.

He will miss her forever.

We parted in the year we loved the most, and we missed each other in the year we loved the most, year after year.

Xie Xun forcibly pressed all his thoughts in the deepest part of his heart, and paid the responsibility to the distant mountains and rivers. His deep and resolute eyes swept over the faces of every soldier, looking at their loyalty and blood.

He brought them out, and he will do everything to bring them home!
...

The sun was shining brightly, covering a temple in the south of the Yangtze River.

The arc of the white skirt slipped under the ginkgo tree, and she tiptoed towards the back mountain like a frightened bird.

"Meng Tang'an!"

An angry roar came from behind.

I was so scared that I almost dropped the sweet-scented osmanthus wine on the ground. Holding the wine in both hands, I met the boy's gaze stiffly, and bent my eyes in embarrassment but politely: "Good morning, senior brother."

Yingming is wearing a monk's robe, with a bald head, which reflects a very dazzling light in the sun, and a dark face.

"Are you drinking again!?! Who is the bribe this time, hand it over!"

"Which eye of yours saw me drink it?" The woman in a white dress and light shirt, as bright as a bright moon leaping over the Qingjiang River, as bright as a begonia flower, looks cool and stunning at first glance, holding the wine jar, with an innocent tone, "I just pay homage It didn't drink."

Ying Ming crossed his arms and sneered, "Do you look like a fool to me?"

"This...isn't that good?" Meng Tangan hesitated.

"What do you mean?"

Under Ying Ming's gaze, she said honestly, "It's quite similar..."

"??!" Ying Ming couldn't believe it, "Meng Tang'an! You are dead!"

"Just kidding."

She had a pair of peach blossom eyes, and she seemed to be affectionate to everyone. She hugged the wine jar with both hands and compared her heart, and said every word from the bottom of her heart: "Senior brother is in Tang'an's heart, looking up at the blue sky with his eyes up, as bright as a jade tree before the wind!"

"Oh." Ying Ming smiled, "I'm only handsome when I'm drinking."

"Where."

"I'm going to tell Master to teach you to drink again!"

The brother with fried hair is not easy to coax.

Meng Tang'an sighed in distress, and circled around his senior brother, jumping here and there for a while, his figure in the autumn sunshine was like a picture.

With the movement, the red rope was faintly exposed at the neckline, and a small black bone whistle was hanging down. He suddenly approached, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and a clean smile: "Second senior brother."

The second senior brother had an indifferent face.

"Second brother."

"Second senior brother, you should pity your little junior sister, what a big deal... She is very kind and generous to share half of the pot with you, and drink together. If there is any delicious food in the future, she will be the first to share it with you! "

The crisp sound passed through the ginkgo tree melodiously, echoing far away.

Ying Ming looked at her sullenly.

Meng Tangan said seriously: "She swears."

She has a natural ability to soften the heart.

"I was discovered by my master last time, and I was fined to copy Buddhist scriptures fifty times! No, no, I can't be bribed by you again." Ying Ming muttered, "I won't listen, I won't listen."

"She promises that there will never be a next time!"

A menacing voice sounded in the distance.

(End of this chapter)