MTL - Rescuing the Supporting Character-Chapter 37 Loyal dog breeds twelve
The wheels rolled, and the long team walked along the gravel road between the mountains, gradually drifting away from the village where Wen has lived for seven years.
Wen Ru is a dark red long skirt and sits on the driver's car in the middle of the team. There is no cover around, only the reddish tulle flutters in the wind.
The brocade-like long hair is lifted up, and the braided flowers are adorned with fine gold-colored beaded tassels. The ruby earrings on the ears are crystal clear and swaying.
Wen Ru is a heavy makeup on the face to cover up the five-finger mark of the red, black long thick eyelash curling, red lips like blood, delicate can not see the original face.
She was so coveted sitting on a layered skirt, quiet and solemn like an outsider.
The result was that she had expected it, and Wen Hou sent her out like a cargo.
Before thinking of leaving, he said with a kindness that he would treat her with the specifications of the bridegroom. Wen’s family would be married to the generals of the army, and Wen’s eyes were slightly hooked.
Although she lost, Wen Hou could not win. She will look at her eyes wide, how he has left the family business of the ancestors of the dynasties, and ruined them step by step.
Mo Xie was behind her car, dragged forward by an iron chain like a livestock.
Wen Ruo’s back is quite straight and there is no turning back.
This is a warning, warning her to enter the family and obey his instructions to monitor Yan Renqing, even killing. Wen Hou is telling her that he dares to send two people with confidence, that he can take their lives again at any time.
Wen Ru is clasping five fingers, and the palm of his hand is a string of pearl bracelets that Wen Hou gave to her. If he thought he could beat her, it would be a big mistake.
Out of the city, the scenery on both sides of the road is getting more and more desolate. The guards who are riding on the high horses and walking around the car are not like sending gifts, but they are like escorting prisoners.
"Go fast, boy!" A sword sheath hit the back of Moxie, the wound that had not healed was cracked, and the blood on the clothes immediately ooze.
The guard's chief caught a horse's belly and walked over him with a blank expression. The horseshoe screamed away, and Moxie stunned his back.
The lady said that she could not be impulsive. He looked up at the car and the warmth of the dress. He would not be as reckless as before. Something in the future is an opportunity to pack them up, not rushing for a while.
The government has a night away from the warm house, and the mid-way team will stop at an inn outside the city.
When the nurse Liu and the two squatted down to the warm car before helping her get up, she found that her legs had been paralyzed without a trace of consciousness because of the long squat.
Refused Liu’s proposal to enter the store early, Wen Ruo took the water bag in her hand and did not drink, and they pushed away the Mo Xie who was squatting behind the car.
Mo Xie’s newly changed Tsing Yi is full of dust and blood. He didn’t care about his wolverines. He just fixedly watching Wen’s wearing a wedding dress step by step toward himself.
The new marrying mother walked down the ground before entering the husband's family. It was a big unlucky thing. If it was warm, but regardless of the so-called rules, Yan Renqing was not her husband, and it would never be possible.
The gorgeous skirt passed through the stone road, smashing in the muddy mud of a small beach, warming the lid and lifting the water bag to his lips.
The dark red wide sleeves hang down, revealing a glimpse of the sturdy wrist. The sheep's white jade bracelet on the wrist exudes a warm luster, which further embodies her skin to win the snow. The warmth is the mouth slightly raised, the voice is soft: "You drink."
Mo Xie looked down at her smiling eyes, there was no trace of resentment, and his eyes only reflected his clear face, no sideways. The concentrated expression makes people feel a sense of tenderness and tiredness.
Mo Xie's lips were slightly moving, bowing his head and taking a sip of water in her hand.
The 18-year-old Mo Xie has already had a head higher than Wen Ruo. Her posture of feeding him with a water bag is a bit laborious, but she is not too concerned about it, but she is very happy.
At least, Mo Xie learned to be patient. This is a tribulation. Those who can succumb to the past can get what they want.
The general trend of the world has risen and fallen, and the fate is always so fair. They suffer a little bit more today, and they will gain a little more sweetness in the coming days. Wen believes that the final victory will ultimately belong to them.
There were so many eyeliners around her that she didn't dare to leave more anger and anger. She could only tell the acolyte to leave food and water for him, and then turned into a room prepared for her early in the morning.
The next morning, there was no departure. The government told them that they did not need to enter the city and turned directly to the other suburbs in the suburbs. The generals would wait for them to arrive there.
Wen’s guards and descendants are not afraid of it. Only Wen is quietly stepping on her exclusive car.
This is better, and she is prevented from defending her house. She is not willing to let her go, and she will not give her any chance to do anything. She finally has reason to refuse the instructions of Wen Hou. It’s good to live in a different house, saving her the difficulty of being sandwiched between them.
The other hospitals in the palace are more beautiful than you think. The courtyard is full of clumps of camellia.
When I arrived at the destination, it was noon. Yan Renqing only had a cup of tea when they first arrived, and then disappeared. When he thought of seeing his own red makeup, Wen was so aware of how much he hated his identity.
If you don't see it, you won't see it. Nothing is too big. If you are warm, you are happy.
The only dissatisfaction was that he only agreed to let Moxie continue to follow her, but refused to let people take the shackles of his hands.
Wherever the shackled hideaways go, people can hear the sound of the chains on his hands. What is this hidden guard? This kind of thought was obviously pleasant to him, at least as if he could hear it, the laughter when he left was really open.
"Don't care about those bastards, the more they lock you, the more they are afraid of you." Wen Ruo bowed his head with a soft cloth to carefully wrap the red and swollen wrists several layers to avoid being injured by handcuffs.
"Yeah." Mo Xie was more silent than in the past. He spread his hands and let him play without saying a word.
"What's wrong?" She seemed to be aware of it and looked up at him.
Mo Xie shook his head gently: "Nothing." He didn't know what happened to him. From the moment he entered the family and saw the moment of Yan Renqing, he couldn't help but kill his heart.
He knows that this is not right, but Mo Xie can't control this kind of emotion. He wants to take her away, not because of the order, but simply and stubbornly want to take her away from here.
"You are waiting for me here," since he didn't want to say, she wouldn't ask, Wen Ruo snorted, pulled down his cuffs to cover the handcuffs, and stood up outside the door. "I'll get some medicine, wait. I will re-wrap your wounds."
Mo Xie silently looked at her figure and disappeared at the door, and got up and waited for her to come back.
As if he was stepping into the door, he was confronted with his deep-minded black scorpion. She groaned, and that look made people feel a little bit sad, as if they were going to be taken away, but they couldn’t help but watch.
She actually saw the pain in Mo Yan’s firm eyes.
Wen Ru slowly approached him, put down the medicine bottle in his hand, to solve his shirt. Moxie unexpectedly did not resist, just watching her quietly.
The sun shines through the window and shines on his upper body. The bronze scars on the bare skin are cracked. The newly oozing blood beads and the coagulated blood are terrible, but he feels painless and calm. Gazing at each of her actions.
Wen Ruo finally couldn't help it. Although she was so obedient, she liked it, but more was distressed.
She wetted the wound with clean water and cleaned his wounds. He whispered softly: "When Ren Renqing will not treat me, his purpose is to warm the family. I am at best a display."
Mo Xie's long eyelashes shook. She picked up the porcelain bottle and sprinkled the powder evenly on his wound. He continued. "So, don't think about it anymore, what can you tell me? I won't laugh at you."
Mo Xie Emei: "I don't think about East, and Yan Renqing is not a good person. If you marry him, he has the right to dispose of his own."
Wen Rumei was white and gave him a look: "I didn't marry him. There is no ritual and no room. At most, it is a personal quality. How can I say that I am married."
Mo Xie is coveted, whispered: "I will worship the world sooner or later, into the house, otherwise Hou Ye..."
Wen Ruo smirked, and did not agree to take the road: "What kind of cave room? Just rely on Yan Renqing that **** is incompetent?"
Mo Mo Yi, a mouthful for a long time, do not know how to ask her first how to know that Ren Renqing can not be humane, or should remind her first, everyone should not say such filthy words.
As if it was warm, and no matter what he thought, he began to wrap the cloth around him.
The two people are very close to each other, and they can feel the heat of the other person in the near future. Mo Xie can even smell the familiar fragrance of her hair.
There was a small strand of hair on her side that slipped down, naughtyly curling up, and as her movements scratched his neck, itching, he couldn't help but want to raise his hand to help her get behind her ear.
Mo Mo’s heart moved, until this time, he began to feel uncomfortable. But just after taking a step back, I was stunned by the warmth of the cloth. "Don't move, stand up and stop me."
Moxie reached out and blocked her, stuttering and saying: "Miss, I can come by myself."
Wen is angry, knowing that he will be bandaged before telling him. This person is really, as soon as he takes off his lifeless look, he begins to care about the inexplicable rules. She really wants to open his head and see what structure is inside!
"Hands down," Wen Yuan Deng case of almond-eyed, pointing to his nose angrily, "dared to push me I'll punch you!"
Mo Xie’s mouth pumped and slowly lowered his hand, and he closed his mouth helplessly.
He obviously didn't push her, just raised his hand and blocked it. Mo Xie didn't know why he suddenly became very good, so even if the young lady really smashed him now, he would feel very happy.
Why is this? He didn't want to understand.
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