Xiao Mo was cruel and cruel and finally turned away.

Looking at the distant figure, Tianyun breathed a long sigh of relief. In this generation, he was not alive at all, and finally on his deathbed, his granddaughter did something. Although there was this time, there was no regret.
She’s so good, so strong, and with such a grandson, what can she expect?
"Go to hell!"
Tianyun’s dragon sword broke out in his hand, and finally at the last moment of his life, Tianyun did everything he could. Somehow, he seemed to see his child waving to himself in another world, which seemed to be beautiful.
I hope he won’t blame me!
Chapter 49, difficult to Ann
The shadow of the moon is heavy, and the hand beats the trunk, and the blood slowly stays along her hand, but there is no tear on her face. Although she can’t see what is in front of her, she still looks up proudly and stops the tears.
Crying is a girl, no matter when or what, people will not blame a crying girl, which is their special
But Xiao Mo can’t cry or cry, and her responsibility doesn’t allow her to suffer.
Maybe this is fate.
Suddenly, a dizzy feeling came to my mind, and Xiao Mo could no longer support his body and fell slowly.
Just as she lost consciousness, a pair of strong hands hugged her. Xiao Mo tried to open her eyes to see who was coming, but she was so tired that she fell asleep.
He has no malice.
This is Xiao Mo’s last thought before he lost consciousness.
"Good a zai see no evil see no evil! The young monk is trying to save people! "
Looking at the bosom man, the young monk bleated about the name of Buddha, holding Xiao Mo away.
The little monk was full of fire and wine, holding a baked rabbit and smelling it, and then biting his steamed bread.
It’s strange that the young monk’s name is debauchery, and he is a heavy drinker, but he doesn’t eat meat.
Looking at the unconscious Xiao Mo sighed and glanced at the wine. Oh, no, is Ye Lingfeng really a legacy?
Involuntary debauchery thoughts back to that day in the flow frost princess mansion.
"Let people go!"
Ye Lingfeng sat in a chair, pointing to the almost inhuman debauchery, and said slowly that the tone was calm, but anyone could hear the anger in his words.
Who knows that I just shook my head with Ye Lingfeng and said firmly, "No!"
"Say what conditions!"
"I can’t do this without conditions!"
"Princess Zheng and you can’t do the main thing!"
"I said that I will never let go!"
Looking at the frost getting colder and colder, Ye Lingfeng gave up and insisted, "Who can make the decision!"
"me!"
Liu Shuang hasn’t answered a loud voice from outside the door.
Seeing a young man in central China walking slowly, his steps are steady and his appearance is magnificent. Although there is a little white hair on his temples, his brow is arrogant and people can’t help but shine at the moment.
"Who are you!"
Ye Lingfeng glanced sideways at the middle-aged man and turned his sight!
"Dare to talk to the old you are the second! Old Chu madman! "
Middle-aged men proudly do the first position in the house, where they should be the main position, but Princess Zheng is not qualified to sit there and be qualified to be the king of Zheng.
But in the face of Chu madman has always been proud to flow frost but also had to lower his head.
Because he is too strong!
"Never heard of it!"
Ye Lingfeng’s words made everyone in the room look frosty, worried about debauchery, afraid of Chu madman and angry.
Think of him. The name of Chu madman resounded through Zhongzhou Confucianism twenty years ago. At that time, the first master was a hermit, but the ancestors of Mohism had faintly stepped into the sky. He said that he was arrogant.