Rescuing the Supporting Character

After two years of glory, Mo Xie still stayed up and down to visit Wen Ruyi as usual.

The only thing that refuses to change is that every time, he still does not want to step into her mortuary.

In his words, that is not the case, only the day when she really became her hidden guard, he is qualified to be close to the future master.

For his rhetoric, Wen Ru is scornful. If in his mind, the level of the two is really insurmountable, then why should he always sneak up to see her.

If you don’t get close to the house, you won’t be over-the-counter. How do you count when you enter her courtyard?

Wen Ruo picked up a silk flower on his own side, the girl's eyes in the mirror are like autumn waves, the eyebrows are like a crescent moon, and the hair that hangs down to the waist is like ink.

Very beautiful, but unfortunately... She licked her mouth and took off the ornaments on her head. As a mentally handicapped, how could she comb her hair?

When the results of this year's hidden guards are selected, there will be a maid who will come to dress up and dress up, and then let her walk down the mountain with Wenhou to show the highest respect for these warriors who use blood and meat to create their great cause. .

Wen Hou is very good at playing with people, at least, every year for the reserve to compete for the quota of reserve, will be excited to want to die.

Wen Ru is wearing a long skirt, slowly moving along the winding mountain road, the ivory white skirt rolling the golden edge, step by step through the grass, soil.

Wen Hou did not treat her because of her intellectual problems. On the contrary, just because she has a good appearance, but there is no IQ that can match it, so she needs an outstanding guard.

Otherwise, who can help him to take his daughter's future enemies in his hands?

He looked at his solemn daughter and was very satisfied with the merits of his husband. Although this child is stupid, she is much more obedient than other daughters. She is not allowed to speak or laugh at this day. She really has never violated her.

As long as she does not speak, who knows, his Xiao Jiu of Wen Hou is a mentally handicapped.

In a few years, there will be countless honours in the imperial city, and he will choose a great ally for his daughter.

As for whether Wen is happy or not, it is not within his consideration.

He has many daughters, and he has no idea who their mothers are before the children enter the village. Even now, he has not called for their nickname, for him, just need to know their rankings is enough.

Perhaps the only exception is the treasure that comes out of the yuan. The doctor Li Yun did not visit the village before, and it seems to have a good impression on the child.

Wen Houchun smiled smugly, and there was a back road. Even if the defeat was successful, the blood of Wen’s family could be saved. What else can he worry about?

All the way to think about it, I went to a run-down valley.

If there were no guards wearing vines, Wen Ruo almost always thought that it was really just a barren hill. She looked around curiously, trying to find out where other people are hiding.

Seeing her daughter and accidentally revealing the innocence, Wen Hou coughed with a disappointment.

Wen Ruo quickly regained his gaze, looking at the nose and nose, and coveted his disapproving gaze. It’s not the time. It’s a good time to wait for a few years when Wen’s family is badly hurt. When the building is going to pour, it’s the best time for her to escape with Mo Xie.

I believe that at that time, Wen Hou will not care about it, and will not focus on chasing them.

Mo Xie really lived up to expectations and won the title of the chief.

Looking at his black hair, he did not squintly bring in two other candidates, and he squatted down in the middle of the hall, holding his fists and screaming: "New Guards meet Hou Ye, meet Miss Nine!" I couldn't help but smack my mouth.

"Small nine, go, give your prepared sword to the hero you see." Wen Hou looked at his daughter sideways, warm voice.

The three "heroes" under the church have raised their chests and looked forward to the warmth.

She blinked and blinked. "Who did they get the first?"

Wen Hou chuckles, it is his daughter, even if there is a problem with IQ, I know the best one. He gestured to lead the people to the front, lest she admit her mistakes, but also whispered: "He is the hidden guard of this year's gimmick, give him the sword, he is yours."

This is as warm as listening. She swung her body and grabbed the quaint sword in the hands of the waiter. He stuffed it into his arms. The golden bells in his wrists ringed, and the ringing was crisp. Hey, it’s nice: "You are mine." Go back with me."

Mo Xie held the sword with a black line, which is not the same as the sacred scene he imagined. There is no inspiring vow and no solemn name.

He bowed his teeth and reminded his master: "Please ask Miss."

Wen Ruyi opened his mouth and hugged him: "Mo evil, you are my Mo evil!" Two years, finally she was held solid! She did not believe that on such an occasion, he dared to jump on the roof and ran.

She was shocked by her actions, and Mo Xie did not dare to push it away, so she looked at Wen Hou with a pale face.

Unexpectedly, he didn't take it for granted. He waved his hand and laughed and added the remaining two hidden guards to his knees.

This stupid child is just a moment of disappointment. When it is not true, it can only be revealed until now that it is beyond his expectations.

Wen Hou smiled and put other qualified orphans into the death squad. These people will be the attacking troops of his uprising.

And Mo Ruo, who was dragged around with a warm twist, was no longer willing to go to the door. When the crowd waited for him to leave, he immediately jumped to the big tree in front of the window.

Wen was anxious, jumping his feet and shouting under the tree: "You really think of that tree as your nest! I tell you, if you dare to talk to me through the window today, tomorrow morning, I will Ask someone to cut the tree and see where you are hiding!"

A resolute face came out from the leafy osmanthus tree and replied: "You promised me last night, and today I will deal with it normally. Even if you are the master, you can't talk and count!"

She clearly knows how much she expects that moment, when she is stupid, and at that time!

He knew that she was not the fool in the eyes of others.

When Mo Xie remembered himself, he ran to the door and asked her why all the people who knew Miss Nine said that it was a mentally handicapped, and Wen was like a smile and laughter. He was ashamed to want to crash into one. On the window frame.

Later, Mo Xie finally knew that this is called Tibetan Mastiff.

Every time she secretly saw in the dark that she had turned her sisters around, he was proud of the intelligence of his future master.

However, the name is not the same. When it is so important, she actually pretends to be a fool, and she is not afraid of changing her bodyguards when she is angry.

Mo Xie is very wronged, and this moment of hard work and practice is able to stand behind her glory, but she has turned this into a play.

Wen Ruo stood under the tree, looked up and couldn't find a trace of the figure, and sighed helplessly. She is a fool, the real fool who has to be stupid to pick the occasion.

If Mo Xie is awkward with her, today's performance is simply perfect, which can make Wen Hou like it, and let him let go of his heart. This result is only good for her future actions, no harm.

She licked the rough bark. "Well, the sword I prepared for you is an ancient sword that I asked from you. I also specially engraved your name on it." If not If she is not skilled, she will be able to engrave more beautifully.

Mo Ee's face was coveted, and the blade of the arm in his hand was simple and heavy. At first glance, it was a good sword.

He gently bounced the scabbard, and the blade was dark and faint. It was a weapon to attack the night. He liked it.

But when Moxie saw two slanting characters on the ridge of the sword, the curved curvature just solidified at the corner of the mouth.

Where the original name of the sword is engraved, it is also possible to faintly see the two ancient shackles of "blood-blooded" that are swayed by the savage. Mo Mo angered, never seen a gift, but also sent so insincere, she also wiped out the original name!

After a while, the temperature under the tree was so warm that I didn't wait for the little bamboo horse to move, only waited for the rain, and sprinkled her full of leaves.

Then I saw a piece of shadow like a blue smoke passing over the treetops. Wen Ruo shook his head and looked at the yard where the leaves were falling.

Finished, I forgot to tell him that the two ugly words that can't be seen are that she spent more than half a month working hard and hard-working.

Looking down at the blisters on his fingertips, Wen was trying to grab the ground. Such a good opportunity, actually she was taken off!

Wen Ruo was dejected into his room, and he was planted on the bed. He squatted for a long time, and when he blinked out of the window, there was no sign of anyone coming back.

She was relieved, rolled her quilt over the bed, and closed her eyes to sleep. She was hiding from the evil spirits of the evil spirits. She had been sleepy for a few nights.

This is good, only shocked, no joy.

When Wen was kicking off his shoes, he was indented and shackled. The big things, wait for her to wake up and say, anyway, Mo Xie gas will always come back.

Wen is thinking bitterly, at least he now dares to protest against himself, and does not mean that she has been careful to teach for nearly two years, the man who has the opinion is always more manly.

The girl in the room rolled up like a cocoon and slept sweetly.

Mo Xie, who went back outside the house, was already mad at internal injuries. She would rather sleep than to go to him symbolically. He slammed back to the big tree outside the window and guarded the court in his loyalty.

The branches and leaves on the tree are so sparse that they can't hide his body shape. Mo Xie is depressed and thinks that he can't use it to fire again next time.

Otherwise, you can only smash the roof at night.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the swifties mine, what?~~╭(╯3╰)╮

Swifties threw a mine

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