"How long has it been since I met you? Was it the day my mother became a monk? Or the night my father took a concubine?"

Swinging my sleeves didn't take away a cloud... (Where are clouds at night, peat!)

Leng Wushuang was obsessed with the wine all night, and Qing'er watched him get drunk little by little, and then slowly felt distressed...

Qing'er touched Leng Wushuang's handsome face and murmured to herself.

"Senior brother, can you cheer me up for this for her?"

His eyes blinked and his eyelashes trembled, "Well... Feng Ya'er, you kissed me again..."

"You're even in your dreams..."

The beads are bursting with tears, loud and loud, smelling them carefully, and the fragrance of delicate flowers...

"Princess, your marriage is a hard time..."

Qing'er looked up at the sky, and the rising sun was rising, and from a distance he saw the shadows in red.

"Mo...Brother Ying, why are you like this..."

When I looked up again, I was covered in bloodshot glasses, and the anger on my body scared Qing'er.

"What the hell happened?"

Mo Ying picked up the herbal tea and poured it on Leng Wushuang...

"Who...who is throwing me! Be careful that I put your head on..."

"Uh, brother, you...why are you?"

Mo Ying clenched his fingers, "Let's go back!"

Leng Wushuang frowned, "Why? What happened?"

"No, I just want to go home and have a look!"

Leng Wushuang sat upright, "Did Li Yan's grandson use something weird?"

Leng Wushuang was furious and then took out his long sword and acted to destroy the despicable and shameless Li Yan!

Mo Ying's eyes were dull and staggered, "Wu Shuang, don't be impulsive! Everything is fate. I have forced it for so many years, but in the end it is still a waste..."

"Brother..."

"Forget it, forgot, we brothers still haven't been able to fight against him, the descendants of the Li family!"

Leng Wushuang didn't care about wearing shoes, so she picked up the long sword and went to the east wing.

"Li Yan, Li Yan! You bastard, hurry up and die for me."

Leng Wushuang's roaring, all the martial arts people stretched their necks.

"What's wrong? On the first day of my wedding, my younger brother wanted to kill someone with a sword. Why?"

"Yes, that's right, what's going on?"

"The groom appeared in his younger brother's room. Who is the person in the new room?"

"Is it another secret history of the martial arts world?"

Leng Wushuang turned a corridor, then took a few more steps to reach the door of Ning Si’s new house.

Take a deep breath, and the door opened from both sides...

"Get out of grandson, where are you, grandson!"

Leng Wushuang's hair was messy, and she looked at Ning Si lying on the imperial chaise longue and half of her anger disappeared.

"It's okay, it's okay, it didn't make a big mistake..."

Little did I know that this big mistake was made last night...

Ning Si covered her red lips and yawned, "Sister Wushuang, why did you get up early in the morning to curse people..."

Leng Wushuang suddenly stopped, "Feng Ya'er, where is that turtle grandson?"

Ning Si stretched out her long arm, "Hey, aren't you on that bed?"

"Oh, this bastard, you'll get out as soon as the sun is dawn. Now it's already midnight, so why don't you get out of here quickly. I'm so angry! I don't take care of him!"

Ning Si stretched out the claws of the Nine Yin Bone and lifted the gauze, but it was pale in her eyes...

My heart was stunned and my face darkened.
Chapter completed!