Rescuing the Supporting Character

Yu Qing died and died in the temporary cell where the execution was executed.

Tattered clothes can not see the original color, only the dark red, the thin body epithelium is open, the right hand and the joints of the legs have been interrupted, and the white bones are poked out of the skin.

If it wasn't for Wen, she still remembered the clear and beautiful face. She couldn't recognize the corpse that was thrown on the ground like a muddy mud. It was the big boy who stole when he opened his mouth.

At the side of his corpse, Wensuo Yuexi shook his body like a leaf in the wind. She bit her lower lip and let the sharp cockroaches overflow.

Wen Ruo involuntarily turned his head to look at the evil spirits that stood in the doorway. His posture was as tall as ever, and the sun shone from his back into the dark cell, and a circle of light was dyed on the edge of his body.

He carried his light, and his dark eyes quietly looked at the two women standing in the house, no sadness.

If the person who died is Moxie, what will she do? Wen did not dare to think.

Xiao Shi is right. The daughter of Wen’s family has nothing. The gold and silver ring is a foreign object that others can take away at any time. Only the only personal hidden guard belongs to them. From the age of ten to the end of life, they have no blood relationship with the lady, but they are closer to the warm image that they long for than any other relative.

However, even the only comfort of this point, Wen Hou is not willing to keep the small ten, Wen Ruo’s heart is incomprehensible.

On the return journey, I still took the carriage when I arrived. Yan Renqing said a few words about the progress of today. Seeing that she did not open her mouth in an uncharacteristic manner, she stopped.

The atmosphere inside the car was silent and stagnate, and the temperature was slow. "I heard that my seven sisters will marry into Li after two months."

"Not bad." Yan Renqing nodded, this is already a semi-public secret, he does not need to stare at her.

She looked up and looked at him calmly: "Is Li Yun really not like my sister, or just use her?"

Yan Renqing looked back, slightly moved his lips, and finally closed his mouth without making a sound.

"I understand." Wen Ruo lowered his eyes, masked the ridicule in the sly, and smiled lightly.

What a sorrow, this is the human heart, the original fairy monk is just a big lie. What is said in the information about Miss Wen Qi at first sight, what is love for the world, Li Daitao, deadly save the female owner, what life will never leave, all are a scam!

Li Yun is not really a good acting, not only deceived Wen Baoyi, but even deceived the company system.

Wen couldn’t help but tremble slightly. It’s terrible to be a man who plays for a lifetime. What’s even more frightening is that she still has no idea that she can play with the men of this group of old tyrants.

In their eyes, they are just pieces that can be sacrificed at any time.

She suddenly got up and raised her voice: "Parking!"

The wheel is not only, she is just a nameless play, there is a homeowner, no one will obey her orders.

Wen Ruwen turned his face to the man leaning against the soft couch. He seemed to understand her fear, but just looked at her like a smile, like a cat's cat, looking forward to her next reaction with great interest.

Wen is a sneer, the more he wants to see her panic, the more she does not want him to do so.

She waved the curtain and bowed out. The driver who was clinging to the whip heard the sound and looked back at the wind standing on the rut. She was shocked and jumped: "Mrs. Come in."

The blast struck her wide-sleeve volley, and Wen was not listening to it, but just faintly glanced at the stunned 裴仁青, then turned and did not hesitate to jump off the rut.

Just before the landing, the unexpected familiarity suddenly surrounded her, and the next second of the temperature has fallen into the arms of Mo Xie.

He took her thin waist and flew around to avoid the five fingers of the scorpion, and the toes repeatedly rushed backwards.

"I will not send the generals away, and I will go back with Mo Xie later." Wen Ruo, who was in good condition, was quiet and clear, leaving the general who had blown up the lungs, and disappeared for a moment without a trace.

"General, are we going back to the city now, or are we going to other hospitals?" The driver who stopped the carriage asked.

"Back to the city!" Yan Renqing face iron blue, biting his sleeves and turning to the car. She can't run, and she doesn't dare to run, otherwise she won't be able to take it without him.

The wind around the ear was constant, and Wen was buried in Moxie's chest. His heartbeat was steady and powerful. She couldn't let go before pulling his front, as if only in this way, he could prove that he was safe.

After a long time, Mo Xie slowly said: "To die for the master is the glory of the hidden guard." From the moment he saw the body of the Qing, he knew how Wen thought it was.

Just as she also understands that if he is replaced by him, he will choose to fight as he does not hesitate, just to be able to keep his own master.

They all know that Wensuo, who lost his close-knit, is not living for a long time. Even if Wen Hou let other people fill the gap, it will not be as obeying her as the original one.

The rest of the guards swear allegiance to the owner, only the one who grew up with the ladies, they really belong to them. Wen Hou gave her to the old man who loved to kill, but recovered the only amulet of Wensuo.

After listening to his words, Wen Ru is even more so sad, could not help but sobbing in his arms.

She can't tell whether she is crying with loyalty, or crying that she can't beat her, she will command the Qing dynasty to challenge the evil spirits, and the reluctant girls who have repeatedly defeated and defeated each other are self-righteous and truly love each other. Wen Baoyi, still can't escape himself and Mo Xie.

The world is too ugly.

She just groaned and tried to find a head to vent, how to finish it, or how to go on. Fighting may fail, but if you don't fight for it, then there will be no chance of winning.

The crying tired Wen Ru looked up from his arms and wiped his tears: "It's okay, let's go back."

Mo Xie did not stop, but instead held her tighter. His black sorrow was deep and he looked at the long stretch of the road and said: "Don't go back, I will take you out of here."

Wen Ruo barely bends his mouth and can't escape. At least the current Mo Xie is still not working. With the clearing of the past, how dare she let Mo Xie also take risks?

"Go back," she took his hand and smashed the railroad. "Go back to the hospital, we don't leave."

Accustomed to obey her orders, he involuntarily slowed down, but this time Mo Xie did not want to easily compromise, he opened his mouth trying to convince Wen Ruyi: "Try again..."

"What if I get caught again?!" She interrupted him loudly, struggling to smash his big hand on his waist. "I don't want to try, if you die, let me do it!"

However, her Mo Xie finally stopped and let go of her arm and looked at her red eyes. He was silent for a moment and whispered seriously: "For the sake of the young lady, Mo Xie is willing."

Wen was anxious, and when he didn't think about it, he slaps his hand and slaps him. The big tears can't help but slip down: "Very good, you are not afraid of death. Anyway, you are dead, we can go underground soon." You, you might as well kill me now, save me from having to deal with those disgusting men!"

"It's not like this..." Seeing that she was crying by herself, Moxie was panicked. He didn't dare to touch the pain in his face. He couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe her tears.

Wen Ruan patted his hand in anger, pulled up his sleeve and rubbed a few on his face: "I warn you, if you are really killed, I will be in front of you immediately!"

Mo Xie slowly lowered his hand, licking her lips and looking at her small face, and gently said: "I will not die, I swear." If she really does, his adventure has any meaning.

He wouldn't let Wen Ru because of his mistakes, as long as he remembered the scene, Mo Xie would not be able to suppress himself.

He has never been so eager to be able to completely protect her under her wings, no longer crying like this today.

Moxie thought this way, and he did the same. When he pulled Wenwen into his arms like he was tempted, he couldn’t help but bow his head and block her rosy lips. Mo Xie suddenly woke up, he actually violated himself and always looked at it. If the master of the gods.

He was shocked at the bottom of his heart and was about to let go of her retreat. He was warm and raised his hand around his neck, deepening this unexpected kiss.

Her lips and teeth are cool, with a touch of floral fragrance, just like the plum aroma she smoked on her dress. Moxie is stiff all over her body, standing in the same place, letting her delicate body stick to her body. .

As if he had pulled his hand behind his waist, the red lips twitched gently between his closed lips: "Open your mouth."

They are not without the skin of the dear, but every time Mo Xie has no distracting thoughts, unlike at this moment, his hand is like having his own will, and he is reluctant to leave behind her waist.

Through a thin layer of clothes, he could feel the delicateness and heat of her skin.

The blush on Mo Xie's face has spread to the root of his ear, and the long straight eyelashes tremble slightly, and he clumsily licks his thin lips.

Wen is like a heartbeat, and he gently touches the tip of his tongue and gently touches his lips.

Mo Xie breathed a stagnation, involuntarily slowly tightened his arms and shyly responded. She is in his arms, she is not only his master, but also his wife, she is his.

Moxie has not been so nervous in his life. He has never had the experience of kissing. He is afraid that he is not doing well enough. He is afraid that his clumsiness will make her angry. The things he is afraid of are suddenly a lot more.

Mo Xie instinctively sucked the warm lilac tongue, and then slowly tried to hook it into her mouth.

The warm and slippery feeling is like opening a whole new world. Mo's breathing is getting more and more unstable, and his chest is hot as if he wants to burn him.

He barely controlled himself, loosened his warm lips, her cheeks were red, and the scorpion seemed to be stained with water, and the monks were very charming.

He whispered softly on her lips: "... Miss."

The author has something to say: It seems that today is to be defeated, tired and not love...