Tong Yangxiao's "daughter-in-law"

He will only make a request once, and if he is rejected or ignored, he will know that the request is unreasonable and will not be willful.

However, it's strange to say that it's not that An Lingqing doesn't know how to be willful, it's just that the target of his willful behavior has always been only Nangong Ye. To everyone else, he is well-behaved and obedient.

Perhaps, this is the difference between lovers and other people?This question may only be answered by An Lingqing himself, but he also seems to regard this situation as the right one, probably he has never thought about the so-called difference...

I haven't seen Nangong Ye for such a long time. In fact, An Lingqing's heart has long been thinking tightly. After all, he hasn't been separated for such a long time since he was a child. He won't cause trouble for others, but this time he really wants to sneak away to find Nangong Ye a little willfully.

Thinking of this, An Lingqing couldn't help but looked up at Zi Mei's beautiful and perfect side face, blinking his big eyes, his eyes were full of longing, hesitation, and hidden fear, as if Calculating the possibility of successful escape.

After thinking for a while, Zi Mei looked down at him suddenly, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Do you feel cold? I'll be out soon, so bear with it." Ling Qing pulled up his clothes, hugged him tighter, and walked faster.

An Lingqing opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just nestled back into Zimei's arms a little dejectedly, thinking angrily: Why brother Zimei never loses his temper and is so gentle, but I just Some are afraid of him?Hey... It would be great if it was the young master. Although the young master is sometimes a bit bad, but... hey, I miss him so much...

"Don't make any noise for a while, you know?" Finally walking out of the cave, Zi Mei gently patted An Lingqing's head, and carried him to the place where the Purple Demon Cult members gathered to discuss important matters.

Everyone in the church was very surprised to see Zi Mei walking into the hall with someone in her arms, but Zi Mei just narrowed her eyes slightly, and glanced lightly at the crowd standing in two lines. Very bloodthirsty, with a cold tone, "But after a few days away, don't you even know the rules?"

As soon as the words fell, all the believers immediately woke up from the shock, knelt down on one knee, and respectfully said in unison, "Welcome the leader to Islam."

An Lingqing was a little frightened by the situation. He buried his head in Zi Mei's arms, not daring to vent his breath. He only occasionally opened his eyes secretly to take a look at this place. Zi Mei hugged An Lingqing directly. Flying up, a few ups and downs landed on a bench above hundreds of steps.

Sitting condescendingly on the chair, Zi Mei's face was extremely indifferent. He glanced at the congregation kneeling on the ground, and was about to make them all get up, but he didn't know that An Lingqing was quietly trying to retract his exposed breasts. a pair of feet.

As soon as An Lingqing moved, the bell on his ankle rang. Although the sound was not loud at first, it was very obvious that there was a sudden sound in this place where there was no sound at all.

His body froze, An Lingqing looked back timidly, only to find that the place was really high, but it seemed that a few people glared at him, which made him immediately withdraw his head and shrink into a ball An Lingqing pulled up Zi Mei's clothes and hid himself inside, only showing two big eyes, looking out secretly, like a little mouse stealing food.

And Zi Mei seemed expressionless, but she had been paying attention to An Lingqing's movements, and found that An Lingqing almost couldn't help laughing when he got himself into his coat, but he didn't Knowing that although his face is still indifferent at this time, the deep smile in his eyes has long been unable to hide.

Originally, I wanted everyone to know An Lingqing so that An Lingqing would not be bullied in the church, but after this incident, Zi Mei lost her mind and only thought that this child was really interesting. Like a frightened rabbit.

In An Lingqing's crouched posture, Zi Mei hugged him up, and before she could say anything, she hugged him and flew away from the meeting hall, leaving behind only a long series of hearty laughter, shocked Many believers thought that the leader was a fake.

Just because they had seen Zi Mei cruelly killing his father with a smile on his face, they remembered that Zi Mei, who was only 15 years old at the time, held a small knife in his hand and cut his biological father and former leader alive with a single knife.

I have seen Zimei lying lazily on a bench, with a grape in her mouth, and lightly waved her hand to order her subordinates to throw a convict into the oil pan. The crispy sound has long been a nightmare for the congregation .

They have even seen Zimei use conjuration with a bewitching face... In short, they have never heard Zimei's laughter, and they have never seen him so gentle... This person who is being hugged by him, what is it? Where is it sacred?

Laughing and throwing An Lingqing into the air, Zi Mei stretched out her hand to catch An Lingqing who was yelling in fright and kept her eyes closed, and took him to fly and land in the majestic and luxurious Purple Demon Palace.

At first, I was a little scared, but later An Lingqing thought it was very fun, and looking down from the top, this palace built in nowhere was surrounded by a layer of foggy things like a white phantom, which made this place look amazing. It looks like a fairyland on earth, it can be said to be too beautiful.

"Wow! Brother Zimei, your Zimo Cult is so beautifully cultivated." Taking An Lingqing to the top of the tallest attic, Zimei asked An Lingqing in amazement.

"Really?" Zi Mei embraced An Lingqing with one hand, but her eyes were looking at nowhere, and her tone was somewhat inexplicably cold, "But I hate this place so much. , but to cover up the disgusting nature."

Slightly startled, An Lingqing didn't know why, seeing Zi Mei's expression when he said this made him inexplicably sad and uncomfortable, when he was about to stretch out his hand to hold Zi Mei's hand, to give comfort, but Listening to Zimei's voice suddenly became softer.

Seeing that Zi Mei turned her head to look at him, An Lingqing said to him softly with a gentle smile on Zi Mei's face, "But since Qing'er likes it, then it has the value of existence." , I will also throw away some things, because Qing'er is here, I feel at ease, and some burdens should be thrown away."

He had been stared at by Zi Mei before, but An Lingqing had never felt a little blushed like this time. He faintly felt that there was something else in Zi Mei's words. It was a secret he was afraid to reveal. It will make him lose the secret of this close brother, but he doesn't want to do this, as long as it is like this.

With a soft hum, An Lingqing turned his face away, wanting to dissipate the heat that was gradually rising up on his face, and also wanted to suppress the unease and inexplicable sense of guilt in his heart.

Indistinctly, there seemed to be a sigh coming from behind, An Lingqing turned his head and saw that the lazy and sinister smile had returned to Zi Mei's face, and he could only hear him say nastyly, "Qing'er wants Pay attention!"

"Ah?" An Lingqing asked in bewilderment, but turned into a scream at the next moment, because Zi Mei threw him to an unprecedented height, and she closed her eyes tightly in fear. Subconsciously shouted, "Master!"

But upon hearing An Lingqing's call for help, Zi Mei didn't seem to have any intention of catching him, she still raised her eyebrows, squinted her eyes, and smiled meaningfully. An Lingqing opened her eyes and saw that she was about to fall to the ground, She screamed in fright, "Help, brother Zimei!"

It was too late and then soon, when An Lingqing immediately fell to the ground, Zi Mei swung her belt around An Lingqing's waist, brought him back to her side, and then sighed with a good look on her face , "Wouldn't it be nice to call it earlier? Remember next time!"

Tears were circling in the big eyes in fright, and they were about to fall, An Lingqing looked up at Zi Mei, that pitiful appearance was really pitiful, but Zi Mei didn't care about it at all. Moved, he just asked lightly, "Huh? Do you remember?"

Afraid that Zi Mei would attack suddenly again, An Lingqing immediately swallowed back his tears, nodded his head hard, Zi Mei narrowed his eyes with a satisfied smile, then hugged An Lingqing into his arms to comfort him, leisurely He sighed and said, "This is the good boy who listens to my brother."

After this battle, Zi Mei returned home with a complete victory, An Lingqing was completely afraid of him, and never dared not listen to anything he said.

While An Lingqing was enjoying himself in the Purple Demon Palace, Nangong Ye was riding his bloody BMW towards the legendary most mysterious Purple Demon Cult.

That night, An Lingqing rested his chin on his hands, looked at the moon hanging high outside the window, at the crescent moon that seemed to have turned into Nangong Ye's face, something sour and full of swelling surged up, This kind of thing is called missing.

"Ye, when are you coming to pick An Ling up? If you don't come, I'll... I'll just divorce you! Hmph!" As he spoke, An Lingqing suddenly closed the window angrily, and angrily took off his clothes He fell to the ground, then lay back on the bed, pulled up the thin quilt to wrap himself up, rolled on the bed, and said through gritted teeth, "Silhouette, you, you, you..."

Kanju sorrows smoke, blue weeping dew, Luo Mu lightly cold, swallows fly away.

Mingyue is not familiar with bitterness and bitterness, and the light is slanted until Xiao passes through Zhuhu.

Last night, the westerly wind withered the green trees, and went up to the tall buildings alone, looking all over the world.

If you want to send color notes and rulers, you know where the mountains and rivers are!

The author has something to say: O(∩_∩)O haha~ If Xiao Yezi finally arrived, and he was greeted with a divorce letter, how interesting it would be...Of course, I’m just talking. ..

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