Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

The flower is magnolia, magnolia is noble and pure, full of Qinghe yearning for happy love.

The girl used Magnolia to show her heart, but unfortunately, the young general who was not enlightened only had the freshness of flowers and the beauty of the girl in his eyes.

"Don't think sending flowers can coax me well." Chi Heng lowered his head and sniffed the magnolia fragrance, "You made me worry that my hair would turn gray. I searched all the teahouses nearby and couldn't find you..."

Trembling choked sobs rolled out of her throat, her eye circles were reddish, and with her extremely handsome face, she looked more like a more heroic girl.

I don't know how much I thought about it in the short quarter of an hour when I couldn't find anyone, so I was so scared.

The clear eyes turned red, and the 'girl' turned into a lively 'little rabbit'. '

Qinghe stared at her intently.

After being stared at for a long time, Chi Heng also felt embarrassed, smiled again, and asked doubtfully, "Wanwan?"

"I've been wronged." Xiubai's long and slender hands brushed away the pear blossoms that fell on the top of her hair in the wind. The pear blossoms were a little white, but they seemed to be graying when they stained her black hair. She said softly and carefully, "Ah Chi, it's me." wrong."

She admitted her mistake with a good attitude, Chi Heng was generous, let it go with a snort, held the white magnolia, and made a serious face on purpose: "This is not an example."

"it is good."

Qinghe took the veiled hat she handed over, put it on, and walked side by side with her, the two continued talking and laughing.

In the evening of the next day, Bai Yuefeng's stiff and cool body was discovered by a homeless man. Because he was carrying the name of the young owner of Mengyun Villa at least one way before his death, the matter caused quite a commotion.

When people were alive, Mengyun Villa ignored them, and when they died, their bodies were sent to the villa.

The over forty-year-old owner looked at his 'son' with a complex expression, as if he could see shock, unwillingness, and despair from those eyes.

Wu Zuo stood up slowly: "Back to the owner, the owner of the young owner died in an instant when a sharp arrow pierced his throat. According to calculations, the owner of the young owner is facing the murderer head-on, and the distance is no more than seven steps."

To penetrate the larynx within seven steps and take life requires absolute explosive power and lethality. Only people in [Mohu] can do this.

[Tangmen] is the chief doctor of poison, and [Mohu] is in charge of the mechanism. This saying has been passed down for hundreds of years. The strange thing is that the people in [Mohu] disappeared 20 years ago.

Who actually killed Bai Yuefeng?

The son is not a parent, after all, he has been raised for many years.Raising a dog has feelings, let alone people?

Everyone is dead, and the past can go with the wind without worrying about it.

Master Bai rubbed his brows lightly: "Master Ningfa, please come."

In the arena where people shout and kill every day, the term "master" is not exclusive to monks. Anyone who has attainments in a certain field that others cannot reach and that everyone looks up to can be called "master."

Unlike Master Wuzheng, Master Ningfa is an expert in the study of utensils.

[Ink Lake] Extinct in the rivers and lakes. In the past few decades, capable people have emerged in large numbers in the rivers and lakes. Whenever the utensils leave wounds on people, hand them over to Ning Fa to see, and they can tell the origin of the utensils at a glance.

Coincidentally, Ning Fa came to Luan City yesterday.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged man came to Mengyun Villa wearing a gray robe and hair that was as messy as a chicken coop.

When he was concentrating on research, he was invited out three times and four times. Ning Fa was in a bad mood, and he didn't bother to hide his irritability when he met Master Bai.

Villa Master Bai treated each other with courtesy, without saying much, and led him to have a look at Bai Yuefeng's body.

"Master, please look."

Ning Fa cast a casual glance, and suddenly his eyes were slightly startled: "This is..."

He knelt down and approached the wound: "A sharp arrow pierced through the throat. The arrow was about three inches long. The bone was broken and pierced through. Where is the arrow?"

"Not here."

"Not here?" Ning Fa rubbed his hands and slapped his forehead: "That's right, who would be willing to throw away an artifact made by Xie Xinglou?"

"Xie Xinglou?" Unexpectedly hearing this haunting name at this time, the owner of the Bai Zhuang excitedly said: "But Xie Xinglou, the master casting tool?"

Ning Fa looked strange: "How many Xie Xinglou are there in Jianghu?"

When he asked the words, he suddenly realized, oh, this is another idiot who is obsessed with Xie Xinglou's beauty.

"It's going to be difficult if it's done by the building itself." Master Bai raised his eyebrows.

Xie Xinglou's temper is notoriously stinky and tough, and her alluring beauty is two extremes.

Once she opened a furnace to cast utensils for others, she kept silent about the identity of the client, which was the reason why people demanded her to cast utensils.

Someone once wanted to find clues from Xie Xinglou in order to avenge blood and blood, and frantically sank this unwieldy weapon casting wizard into the bottom of the water as a threat. Unexpectedly, Xie Xinglou would rather die than surrender.

Unexpectedly, within half a day, that person's head was cut off and hung at the gate of the city in the wind and sun.

Passers-by Yu Xin couldn't bear to want the dead to be buried in the ground for peace, his hands didn't touch the rope, and sharp arrows struck from all directions, covering him with murderous intent, so frightening that no one dared to show mercy.

No one knew who was secretly standing up for Xie Xinglou, but the life-threatening arrows that flew out of nowhere were all from Xie Xinglou's hands.

Since then, the world has been peaceful, and Xie Xinglou, who knows no martial arts at all, has become an existence that the major forces dare not offend.

Trying to pry out what Xie Xinglou didn't want to say from her mouth is as difficult as climbing the sky.

The favorite Bai Yueguang and the wild man's seed, which one do you want, the owner of the Bai Zhuang is very clear.

Bai Yuefeng's death was unclear.

Then it's not clear.

The rivers and lakes are so big, different things happen every day, the new replaces the new, and it becomes no longer fresh.

Let's say that Miss Lan took the antidote of 'You Ming', fell into a deep sleep, woke up and was filled with conspiracy in her ears, startled and angry, so angry that she scolded Bai Yuefeng and Wu Zheng to the point of blood.

Knowing that Bai Yuefeng was dead, she showed mercy, swallowed the curse words, and said "yes" in her heart.

Her father is still alive, and her elder brother is living a better life. Some people want to be wiped out, and if he doesn't die, whoever dies.

The body has just recovered, although the toxins have been removed, the body has been damaged more or less, so it is not suitable for emotional excitement.She took a few deep breaths, and suddenly remembered what her elder brother said just now, her little face blushed.

Shame.

She covered her face silently.

Rao was poisoned, but it was true that she was frightened by 'Sister Chi' when she met her face to face.

Especially after learning that she took advantage of the situation to kill, and killed Master Wuzheng with one sentence, the fear of her in his heart only increased.

Such a big mountain blocked her way of chasing love, not to mention moving away from this mountain, just the mountain was there, and a mountain wind at night could make her dizzy.

Seeing that sick beauty, goosebumps came up, but she thought she was a gentle, kind, delicate and sick child.

Is it true that a sick child is true, and it is true that she is delicate, not necessarily weak, gentle and gentle, kind and amiable?Oh, all fools!

Thinking that she had been a fool all night, Lan Mengmeng was speechless and concentrated on venting.

Accustomed to seeing her like this, Lan Xiao's expression didn't change.

Having vented enough, the eldest lady asked, "Where's Brother Chi?"

"Let's go. Go with his sister."

Thinking of the sick beauty again, Lan Xiao yearned for it.

A fair lady, a gentleman loves you. 'Miss Chi' performed astonishingly yesterday, as a normal man, it's hard not to appreciate and pursue him.

He looked at his sister expectantly: "They are currently staying at the Yunlai Inn, do you want to thank them?"

What a good brother, he even thought of reasons for her.Lan Mengmeng responded immediately: "It's exactly what I want!"

Early in the morning, he sneezed three times in a row, Chi Heng rubbed his sore nose, his eyelids twitched.

She hissed and muttered, "Why is your heart so up and down?"

"What's up and down, sick?" Qing He cast a concerned look at her.

As long as the little general doesn't get beaten by General Chi, he will be healthy and active all year round. She rarely knows what it's like to be sick, so she patted her chest and said, "It's fine."

Seeing her clapping her chest, Qinghe glanced there uncontrollably...

Chi Heng covered his handkerchief and sneezed again, repeatedly in front of Wanwan's face, her ears were slightly hot, and she thought about it for a while: "Sister, I'm going downstairs for a stroll."

She turned and hurried downstairs.

Behind him, looking at the slim and straight back of the little general, Qing He's eyes were deep and meaningful.