All The Male Leads Have Blackened

The snow fell and fell to the ground, but in a short time, a layer of snow had accumulated. The woods in the wild, without any vitality, looked around, almost covered with snow.

Hurrying footsteps hit the ground, making a noise.

Wheezing was especially rapid, and the wind mixed with Liu Wuzhen's ears.

He turned to see Cen Simao beside him, desperately dragged him forward, and her cheeks turned red, her forehead was slightly sweaty, her lips were a little white, her lips were slightly stretched, and she kept breathing.

It has been almost a month since Cen Simiao rescued him from Xuyoujiao. At first, his injuries were too severe, and he could only hide in a farmer's house for rehabilitation. He improved a little and started to escape.

Liu Wuzhen's left arm has been worn out, and even if it looks like the arm is still there, it is useless.

Cen Simiao took good care of him along the way, no complaints, and even feared that there are some places that are not thoughtful. Liu Wuzhen all looked in his eyes.

Cen Simiao noticed his gaze and looked up to meet him, their eyes entangled. She froze, then pursed her lips, and lowered her head a bit shyly.

Liu Wuzhen's eyes softened, and his throat moved: "Sit down and rest."

Then raised the other hand to wipe her sweat.

Liu Wuzhen's hands were very cold, because Cun Ximiao rubbed a thin layer of cocoon on her fingertips all the year round and touched her forehead.

Liu Wuzhang raised his lips and threw the salute bag on the ground, leaving Cen Simiao to sit. He took out the water pouch and put it on her lips. "I hurried for a long time and drink more."

Cen Simiao took two sips, and her lip color eased a little. She said softly, "It's all because I'm weak, or I'm afraid I've already been to the school of martial arts."

Liu Wuzhen knew that this was comforting him, glanced at his left arm, and saw a bit of viciousness in his eyes. Cen Smiao pursed her lips and shouted, "My son."

Liu Wuzheng responded, and when he looked up, his emotions had not yet converged. He stared at Cen Simiao for a while before gradually softening: "Tired? Then take a break."

Cen Simiao kept talking, biting her lower lip, her head hanging down and not talking.

Liu Wuzhen knew what she was worried about, and said seriously: "Don't be afraid, it's coming soon. We won't have any problems. One day I will kill Bai Mu to stop revenge."

Cen Simiao grabbed his hand and smiled with confidence.

She wanted Bai Muzhi to chase him. But I never thought the system said that it was a one-stop service. Responsible for fainting the person, and after waking up, she could not be traced within three months.

Cen Simiao was silent for a long time and spit out three words: "Your uncle."

Bai Muzhi couldn't lead someone to chase him. These days he has gone crazy and hesitated the noise of the rivers and lakes. Many martial arts have resentment in their hearts, but they are not good at tearing their faces. Liu Wumin's martial arts should have heard the news, but they haven't done much.

Cen Simiao and Liu Wudi escaped smoothly for another month, and finally reached their destination.

Liu Wuzhen was injured, and the head of the Fushan School saw his face look particularly ugly. It was arrogant that Bai Muzhi dared to hurt the Fushan faction.

The head of the man's face was somber that he was diagnosed and treated by Liu Wuzhen. Unexpectedly, his left arm was abolished. Fortunately, he used his right arm to hold a sword, which did not have much influence on martial arts.

In addition, he was injured to complete the task assigned to him by the martial arts.

Therefore, they will not be bullied by others because of their serious injuries. Instead, the head of the guilt became guilty and became partial to Liu Wuzhen.

But Cen Simiao is different. She is the girl-in-law of Xunyoujiao, and she has stayed beside Bai Muzhi.

She lives in a remote yard, far away from Liu Wuzhen's residence. Every day, coarse tea and light rice, food is not good at all, far worse than Xuyoujiao. Within a few days, she felt thin.

Liu Wuzhen came here very diligently. He ran three times a day. He was much better than before, but his eyes became a little gloomy, and his attitude towards the people was obviously impatient.

He used to be gentle with anyone before.

But these changes, apart from Cen Simiao's perception, no one else seems to feel, Liu Wuzheng is still the modest gentleman praised in the mouth.

But now when talking about Liu Wuzhen, the previous sentence just exaggerated him, and then the next sentence was sighing: "How come I was entangled with the girl-in-law of Xu Youjiao, the woman must be very vicious and think of Liu Wuzhen It is easy to be deceived, so it is necessary to stick it. "

Cen Simiao was unknown at first, after all, she lived far away, but when Liu Wuzhen came here, her face was not quite right, and her eyebrows became more and more gloomy.

Cen Simiao didn't ask about it, but then Liu Wuzhen just went out, and the door wasn't closed. She got up and closed. But when he heard the little sister beside him, he lowered his voice: "Why are you still here? The head of these days is not too small because she counts you, or she was kicked out early ..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Only footsteps were heard afterwards.

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes, and Bacheng himself couldn't stay here. She didn't have much confidence in Liu Wuzhen. Even if she said it well, she did things with a cool heart.

She said she had to drag anything to Bai Muzhi.

Immediately after many days, when Cen Simiao saw Liu Wuzhen again, she had a smile on her face, but her eyes were full of grievances and miserable.

Liu Wuzhen noticed keenly, and whispered to her, "What's upset?"

Cen Simiao shook her head and forced a happy face, and said gently: "It's a blessing that I can stay with my son, and there's nothing to worry about."

Liu Wuzhen frowned.

He didn't coax her again, and left in the evening. Cen Simiao sighed and told the system that this time I'm afraid I'm going to mess up. The system responded, then ignored her.

Unexpectedly, the next day, Liu Wuzhen brought a lot of gold and silver jewellery, Cen Simiao suddenly widened his eyes, thinking he would let her take it away.

He was very gentle, staring closely at Cen Simao, took out a pair of jade bracelets, and gently put it on her hand: "Do you like it? You have been wronged by staying here these days."

Cen Simiao was shaken by his hands, his eyelashes trembled: "My son treats me well."

Liu Wuzhen bent his corner of his mouth, his voice was firm: "It is you who treat me well. Even if you are in danger, you have never left me. I will guard you in my life."

Cen Simao looked up, just hitting his petting eyes.

She bit her lower lip.

Within a few days, Cen Simiao moved out of the remote yard and lived with Liu Wuzhen. He cleaned up a room in his own apartment, cleaned it particularly cleanly, replaced the bedding with a new one, and let her live well.

Three meals a day, the dishes are much better.

Cen Simiao didn't say much, what benefits he gave then went on.

Occasionally, she could still hear the whispers of Liu Wuyi's dwellers, who were all dissatisfied with her, and the head of the house lied to Liu Wuyi and brought her here.

And now Fushan sends up and down, all dissatisfied with Liu Wuzhen.

But Liu Wuzhen's emotions every day can't see any change, and he treats Cen Simiao as always. Cen Simiao just stayed quietly and didn't go out to cause trouble. But someone came to her door, sneer at her.

Uncle Liu Wuzhen has a daughter, Lin Luru, who grew up in a martial art since he was a child, holding it up and down. She had a good relationship with Liu Wuzhen at the beginning. It was the age when her love had begun, and her mind was inevitable.

But Liu Wuzhen has always been very good to everyone, and she is somewhat uncertain about his attitude, and he can't see that he has no one to help him in the martial art.

So she didn't pierce this layer of window paper until she was sent by the head to go down the mountain to find Bai Muzhi, and she started to worry.

Every day I waited for him to come back with a heart.

Finally waited for Liu Wuzhen to return, she was full of joy, but got the news, Liu Wuzhen's left arm was abolished. Ready to watch his steps stop.

Even if it does not affect holding swords, the head will never let someone with a disused left arm take charge of the Fushan School.

Lin Luru originally intended to break this thought, but heard that Liu Wuzhen brought a woman back, which was very kind to her. They even disobeyed the orders of the head.

Lin Luru was not particularly in her heart, and went directly to Cen Simiao. He did not say that he was jealous, but just talked it out, all for Cen Simiao's good looks.

"Brother Liu has a great deal of affection and treats people very well. He must have taken you here to repay your life-saving grace. But you are a false traveler who can't stand you."

Cen Simiao frowned, without a snoring noise.

Lin Luru is dressed in luxurious clothes, with her inherent pride in her eyebrows, and said softly, "If you are for his own good and for your own sake, go down to the mountain."

"Don't worry about you, I'll give it to you."

After speaking, she dropped a bracelet from her hand and passed it: "This thing is not worth much, but it can always be eaten by ordinary people for the first half of the year."

Cen Simiao did not answer.

Lin Luru frowned, thinking she was too few, and dropped another bracelet, Cen Simiao still didn't answer. Lin Lu was a little impatient: "I don't want to be too greedy."

After speaking, Lin Lu touched the mule on his head, and when he took it off, he froze, narrowed his eyes, and fluttered his eyelashes. He said intentionally or unintentionally: "This is not for you, brother Liu It was sent to me. "

Cen Simiao glanced and drew the corner of her mouth: "This **** is good."

The forest heron is proud.

Cen Simiao said: "It only takes three days, do you believe it?"

Lin Luru didn't understand her meaning: "What?"

Cen Simiao stopped talking.

In the evening, Liu Wuzhen returned and went to see Cen Simiao first. She was leaning on the couch, holding dried fruit in her hand, peeling it gently, and taking out the nuts inside, it was very pleasant.

Liu Wuzhen breathed a sigh of relief, and just learned from Lin's mouth that Lin Lu had come. She was always arrogant and had no door on her mouth, for fear that Cen Simiao would be wronged.

She saw Liu Wuzhen and bent his eyes to let him come over. Liu Wuzhen brought a chill from the outside. Cen Simiao handed him a soup lady and said softly, "Warm your hands."

Pour another cup of tea and pass it.

Liu Wuzhen stared at her from entering the door, but found that she was normal, and pursed her lips. Lin Lu would never be kind if she came here. I thought she would see Cen Simiao with red eyes and cry at him. But now she was like nothing happened.

Either she is strong or she doesn't care about him.

Cen Simiao always shed tears at every turn. Liu Wuzhen didn't think she was attached to the strong, but another possibility, he was even more reluctant to believe.

The softer Ceng Simiao was, the more his heart sank.

After another day, Liu Wuzhe couldn't help, and started to start Lin Luru on the premise of Cen Simiao. She just listened, and she should make a sound from time to time, without any response.

Liu Wuzhen clenched his lips, his face became ugly.

In the evening he ate in Cen Simiao's room, and the two talked on the couch again. He was getting a little sleepy. The room was especially warm. Cen Simiao was only put on the bed with a thin bed.

Liu Wuzhen embraced her legs and closed her eyes tightly, as if she slept soundly. Cen Simiao raised her hand and paused in midair, still stroking his face.

Her hands are especially delicate, with infinite nostalgia and love, tender eyes: "boy."

Liu Wuzhen breathed smoothly and had fallen asleep.

She whispered: "I have caused a lot of trouble to my son, Miss Lin told me that if it is for your good, I will leave. But I can't bear it, I'm too selfish, I can only stay by your side.

Talking, his eyes were red.

She choked: "You and Miss Lin should have been together. The **** you gave her is very beautiful. I don't want you to marry me, as long as I can accompany you."

Liu Wu's throat moved.

Cen Simiao didn't seem to realize that she left Liu Wuzhen's side face and took a wooden sign from her arms with the outline of Liu Wuzhen: "I did it a few days ago, I wanted to give it to you, Miss Ke Lin She said that after you gave her her sister-in-law, she gave you something more valuable. "

"I ... no, it's not worth it."

She bowed her head, tears had fallen.

The system looked stunned and didn't know what to say. It took a long time to say: "Are you mistaken for the goal of the Raiders, what are you doing to him?"

Cen Simiao said: "In order not to collapse."

Wanting to climb up, people who can't eat even a little bit of loss can set up, can you stand down to Lin Lu?

The system has nothing to say.

Liu Wuzhen was obviously stimulated by what he said tonight. He ran out early in the morning and came back late at night, seeing Cen Simiao's room still lit with lights, wandering for a long time before knocking on the door.

Cen Simiao was thinking that it would be the third day since I saw Lin Luru.

She immediately responded and ran over barefoot. As soon as the door opened, cold wind poured in, and she shivered suddenly.

Liu Wuzhen frowned, held her up, and whispered, "Why not wear shoes, cold days."

Cen Simao was put on the couch, then Liu Wuzhen turned around and twisted the parcel, wiping her dusty feet, especially carefully.

She raised her eyebrows. "Why did you come back so late?"

Liu Wuzhen asked, "Why don't you sleep?"

Cen Simiao was particularly frank: "I don't trust you."

He arched an eyebrow, his expression full of tenderness, washing his hands, draining the water from the basin, and walking to Cen Simiao, she was grabbed by her placket. The two got together, she said softly, "Why so late just came back?"

Liu Wuzhen's eyelashes trembled, stared at her for a long while, and suddenly said, "What about my gift?"

Cen Simiao froze, then panicked: "You ..."

Liu Wuzheng took out the mule, which was particularly attractive. He wore it on Lin Luru's hair bun three days ago. His eyes were deep: "This is not a matter of importance. Don't believe her words."

"She gave me a piece of jade and gave it to you."

Cen Simiao was speechless for a long time.

He smiled: "As long as you give it to me, where did you hide it?"

The corners of Cen Simiao's eyes turned red, and it took a long time to get the wooden sign out of her arms. Liu Wuzheng was very happy to get it. She looked at the sister-in-law and Yupei next to her, and Liu Wuzhen noticed that, and followed her gaze.

Suddenly I heard her say, "Give me your bitch."

Liu Wuzheng gave a quick meal, and then the smile on his lips became even stronger, Cen Simiao frowned: "Hurry up."

He was very obedient, and gently put the **** on her hair.

Cen Simiao had a charming charm on her body. Putting on this bitch, she became even more expensive. Liu Wuzhen's eyes were darkened, and she asked, "Does it look good?"

Liu Wuzhen nodded.

She lifted her lips, and the next moment she became impatient: "Take it off, I don't like it."

Liu Wuzhen was stunned by her, looked at her expression, shook her head quite helplessly, took off the mule, and set aside, but Cen Simiao glanced.

He moved.

Cen Simiao's voice softened, "I don't like this."

Liu Wuzhang's eyebrows showed pampering and drowning, picked up the next Yu Pei, and all of them fell to the ground with the sister-in-law, and suddenly broke.

He bent his corner: "Are you satisfied?"

Cen Simiao bowed her head without saying a word, and Liu Wuzhen looked at her tenderly, holding her hand: "I'm looking for the head today and begging him to agree to our marriage."

"We will be married in ten days."

Cen Simiao looked up sharply.

Liu Wuzhen looked seriously: "I'll marry you in this life."

Ten days later, just three months.

The fugitive golden finger said by the system will be invalid. By then Bai Muzhi should get the news that she is about to get married.