Pure love emperor less blackened daily

Chapter 183

Everyone knows that Manzhushahua's tattoo has a strange painting method and a special charm, as if endowed with a soul, and no one can imitate it.

In fact, it was not a tattoo or birthmark that she deliberately got on at all,

It was a scar left by a bullet. She thought it was ugly, so she modified it a little, added color, and it became a flower.

She said softly, "This is a scar from a long time ago..."

"Who did it?"

Di Liangxun was furious right now, the flower was located under the left collarbone, close to the heart...

This meant that the little woman under him had almost died!
When he knew her identity, he knew that she was wandering on the verge of life and death for a long time, but knowing and seeing it with his own eyes were two different things!
Fortunately, nothing happened to her when she slaughtered those 24 chambers of commerce last time, otherwise he would hate himself to death. Now he has secretly decided in his heart that he will try his best to prevent her from doing dangerous tasks in the future!

Di Liangxun still stared at the Manzhu Shahua steadfastly, as if he had a great hatred for it.

Di Liangxun lay beside her and gently pulled her into his arms,
Ask softly: "Little wild cat?"

"Hmm..." She lay exhausted in his arms, only feeling that her eyelids were heavy and her head was tied with a bow, and she didn't react to what he said.

Di Liang looked deeply into Mo Mo's eyes, and made a tricky move, Xiao Fengxue's drowsiness suddenly woke up, and he stared at him vigilantly: "I'm going to sleep."

The corners of his lips curled up badly, and his eyes stared at her face with wolf-like light.

"Go to sleep after answering my questions."

Xiao Fengxue used his willpower to quickly go through what he said just now, and immediately buried his face in his arms in shame and cursed: "Bastard!"

She had passed out.

A few strands of hair stick neatly to her cheeks and forehead, her face is still red, and there is a charm between a girl and an adult between her eyebrows and eyes, even if she quietly closes her eyes.

He sighed, and gently brushed her hair away with his big hands, the tenderness and affection in his dark eyes almost overflowed his eyes.

In addition to this, there is a sense of contented happiness.

He kissed her forehead pitifully, helped her adjust a comfortable position, put his face against hers, and fell asleep in an extremely intimate position.

(End of this chapter)