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Ling Tu wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Lin Xinjiang.

"I already know who she is." Lin Xinjiang recalled the experience of the past few days, and was convinced that Sanwu deliberately let her know Sang Qianmo's identity that day.

Also, she really gave Mo Tian the Bing Book, and she really didn't know what she wanted to do.

And Ling Tu seemed to have some awareness of the other party's identity, but he still expected Lin Xinjiang to give an unexpected answer, so he asked, "Who is she?"

But Lin Xinjiang couldn't give a different answer, she was silent for a long time, and replied: "Your master... Sang Qianmo."

Ling Tu was stunned for a moment, raised his lips, but seemed to have lost all strength: "Let's go, let's go back to Sanqing."

Lin Xinjiang stayed where she was in a daze, and looked at Ling Tu's bright wrist, which was traversed by a hideous scar, which was still oozing blood. .

Blood brocade blossoms, that is, bright flowers watered with blood, the more blood used, the stronger it will be.

In order to save Lin Xinjiang, Ling Tu naturally didn't care about other things, and squandered blood wantonly, arousing all the power of the blood and flowers, and the cut was naturally a little hideous.

"Don't worry, it's nothing to worry about, it's just a little bit of blood." Every woman loves beauty, and Ling Tu naturally didn't want to show such ugly scars in front of Lin Xinjiang, so she put her hands behind her back, and the corners of her mouth lightly lifted, looking gentle .

It's fine if she doesn't say it, but when she said it, the sourness in Lin Xinjiang's heart suddenly emerged, her Atu was clearly planning a strategy no matter what, winning thousands of miles, advancing and retreating freely, when had she ever tried such a reckless fate? fight.

In this battle, Ling Tu was really betting. There should be a more stable method. She couldn't bear Lin Xinjiang's suffering. Every minute and every second of waiting was a torment for her, so she chose the last one. A way of taking risks, which is totally not her style, but she enjoys it.

Lin Xinjiang firmly held Ling Tu's hand, and kissed that hideous scar delicately and softly. The kiss was hot and fiery, telling her deep affection.

"Ah Tu, I miss you so much." There was a bit of crying in her usually soft and bright voice.

Just such a sentence broke all the calmness Ling Tu had pretended to be in an instant.

"I miss you too."

Then, Ling Tu's lips were kissed, and he confided to her with endless thoughts and nostalgia.

As if to get back the interest for so many days, Lin Xinjiang's kiss was more violent than ever before, like a violent storm, and could not be refused.

It was rare for Ling Tu to fall into a disadvantage in this kind of tug-of-war, and she was even unable to fight back, but she was also happy to enjoy Lin Xinjiang's rare strength.

The two advanced and retreated, back and forth, playing wantonly, the red clothes overlapped with the white clothes, and the black hair entangled together, forming a beautiful picture.

But after the kiss was over, Ling Tu's face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat. Except for his lips becoming redder and swollen, there seemed to be nothing unusual. On the contrary, it was Lin Xinjiang who took the initiative to intrude, his eyes were water-colored, The already bright face was covered with red clouds, which made her look even more charming, as if she was being bullied, which made people feel like wanting to fuck her wantonly.

Her demeanor can really be said that Haitang is not as bright as eyebrows and eyes, and peach blossoms are not as charming as turning back.

Ling Tu's heart was burning hot, and finally he chose to say the words that had been brewing in his heart for a long time: "Jiang'er, let's get married."

Although Lin Xinjiang was a ghost, she still knew what it meant to be a member of the family. At that time, her whole brain was in a state of panic, and she was at a loss.

What does this mean? Is it the union she thought of? !

Ah Tu won't read any strange script again, misunderstood and so on... what a ghost! !Normal people wouldn't misunderstand the term "joint membership", right? ! !

Ling Tu naturally saw her astonishment, raised his lips, and told her seriously that he was not joking: "I am now absolutely sure that you should be my wife."

You should be my wife.

This is also the first time she has said something so possessive and unreasonable.

In the illusion of blood brocade and flowers, Ling Tu suddenly realized that so much has been experienced between her and her.

And no matter what happened, she seemed to be unable to let her go. No matter what she looked like, reliable and handsome, enchanting and charming, or childish and serious, she really liked her.

"Maybe the first time we met, I was already in awe of you."

The deliberate indifference in the previous life was presumably to prevent others from discovering the sound of his heartbeat.

[I am your way. ]

Yes...you are my most important Tao.

There is no reason, just because you are you, no matter what kind of situation, what kind of memory you have, I love you deeply.

Lin Xinjiang was already smoked, her eyes were full of spring, and she was powerless to fight back.

Ling Tu continued to output, with a gentle voice: "Jiang'er, you are the Tao I have been looking for."

"Wait a minute!" Lin Xinjiang suddenly interrupted Ling Tu's true confession, she had to say something at such a critical moment to push the atmosphere to a climax.

But Ah Tu is really good at flirting...

She thought about it left and right, and then slowly frowned, showing a bit of confusion: "Ah Tu, you really like chicks with mung bean eyes."

No wonder the attitudes of the two generations changed so suddenly, Lin Xinjiang felt that she had found the type that Ah Tu liked.

The ambiguous atmosphere was swept away in an instant, and Lin Xinjiang was really a little genius who ruined the atmosphere.

Ling Tu couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, he didn't know what to say, but Lin Xiaotian was still struggling with himself, as if he had made up his mind to say it.

"Ah Tu, a problem with aesthetics is also a disease, you, don't give up."

Ling Tu sighed, held back for a long time, finally couldn't help but shook his head, and cursed softly, "You idiot."

The author has something to say: I found that I still like this kind of sweet (sweet) daily life.

Citizenship = Marriage