There was something wrong with my past life

No matter what, it's always good to take the first step in life.

After Ning Ye's shameless encouragement, Dongfang Qingyue's blushing face looked much better.

Anyway, after today, Ning Ye was ready to run away. From then on, he felt that he had done a great thing, and he felt very happy.

But now the question arises, how should the two of them get out of here?

When she came here, she was riding the flying sword of Kuangzuan Kubasidi, but now Dongfang Qingyue was seriously injured. It was difficult to even stand up, let alone control the sword. And here, it is a deserted suburb. Not to mention the residents, even cars cannot pass here.

Moreover, when he lifted Dongfang Qingyue up from the ground, he discovered a more serious problem.

In the previous fierce battle, not only had she been seriously injured, but there were also many sharp stones and other objects stuck in her body, but she had no extra strength to pull these things out at this time.

The most important thing is that some of the injured parts are very embarrassing.

But if it is not pulled out, it will undoubtedly cause secondary injuries during the subsequent journey, and it will also be a painful torture for the person involved.

To do or not to do? This is a question worth thinking about.

After struggling for a moment, Ning Ye still felt that his life was at stake, so he asked: "Elder Qingyue, how about... let me help you clean up these stones? Otherwise, it will be very bad for your health."

After hesitating for a moment, Dongfang Qingyue finally nodded.

Since the girls have agreed, there is no need for me, a grown man, to be coy and coy. I can just treat myself as a doctor who saves lives and performs surgeries.

Laying her gently on the ground, Ning Ye stretched out her hand and prepared to untie the ancient ribbon around Dongfang Qingyue's waist. After all, it was very inconvenient with this layer of clothes blocking her.

Um... This scene seemed so strange. Ning Ye couldn't help but have a strange feeling. How could her behavior at this time be so similar to the flower-picking thieves in those movies and TV series?

Suddenly, he stopped when he was about to take off his belt, raised his head and asked seriously:

"You won't hold me responsible, right? I already have a lover."

The reason why he asked this was because he remembered that in some ancient movies and TV dramas, women attach great importance to chastity and innocence. If a man looks at her body, she will either marry him or throw herself into a river to show her innocence.

Ning Ye didn't want to cause such trouble, so she had to say hello in advance.

"I, the monks, will not care about these little details, let alone let you be responsible for me for such a ridiculous reason. Besides, I am already engaged."

Now, Ning Ye was completely relieved.

However, Ning Ye was very puzzled by the fact that she was already engaged. Judging from her appearance, she was almost the same as him. She was engaged at such a young age. It can only be said that people from Daomeng are really good at playing. If this kind of thing were put to the outside world, it would probably be criticized to death by the masses. This is abuse of underage girls.

"Engagement? That's really congratulations! Elder Qingyue, your future husband must also be very powerful." In order to avoid the embarrassment when taking off his clothes, Ning Ye simply continued the conversation to distract everyone's attention. .

In fact, to put it bluntly, it's just an excuse. After all, it's really shameful to take off a girl's clothes.

Ning Ye was naked for the first time in her life, and Dongfang Qingyue was naked for the first time in her life.

"Well, he is the young master of the Nangong family."

The young master of the Nangong family? It sounds like they are very powerful. The surnames of these families are very middle-class and powerful.

Ning Ye suddenly thought, if Young Master Nangong knew what he had done today, would he rush over and chop him down?

After all, men are selfish in this regard, and no one likes the green prairie above their heads.

"Then how did you meet? What is his character like? Is he handsome?"

"I've never met him, so I don't know yet."

"Ah! Then why do you want to get married?" Ning Ye was puzzled.

"Parents' orders, family orders."

A very short, yet profound answer.

As the person involved, Dongfang Qingyue's expression did not change at all when she talked about this. She was neither sad nor happy, but indifferent. If Ning Ye were to describe it, it was like a delicate doll that could be moved around, or a tool. She could just go with the flow and be content with her own destiny.

Ning Ye never expected that in this new era of comprehensive construction and modern society with advanced science and technology, there would still be remnants of the evil old feudal custom of parents' orders.

He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the girl in front of him, but as an outsider, it was difficult to say anything, let alone help, so he could only remain silent.

At this time, the extremely troublesome ancient-style clothes were completely untied.

In the air, in addition to the strong smell of blood, there was also an imperceptible and elegant fragrance. However, Ning Ye's nose was actually a little too sensitive now and he could smell it very clearly.

He blushed a little because this fragrance was emanating from Dongfang Qingyue's body.

For example, there was an evil diamond-shaped stone that pierced into an awkward spot two centimeters below Dongfang Qingyue's neck.

Also, when cleaning the wounds below her waist, she also encountered some crises.

Ning Ye arranged her clothes again, and seeing that it was getting late, Ning Ye was ready to hit the road.

"As long as you walk out of this development area, there will be a road ahead. Then we will see if we can hail a car on the side of the road and go back to the city."

Because Dongfang Qingyue was still too weak to move, Ning Ye carried her behind him and moved together.

Under the sun, two shadows overlapped.