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An Zheng, who was squatting and sucking and eating a bowl of noodles, looked like he was a master. In the middle of the night after the bitter cold winter, when the blood flowed out and frozen instantly after killing, there seemed to be nothing more satisfying than a bowl of hot noodles.

Nie Qing also served a bowl of noodles and found that there was an egg.

"Leave it for me? Do you know I'll come?"

"You're thinking too much. The noodles I put in myself were exactly two bowls and two eggs. This is just what I gave to you."

Nie Qing said, "The word "allowing" is used in extreme seconds. Do you think that if I say this, I will stop eating this bowl of noodles because of my strong self-esteem? Or if I eat the noodles and leave this egg?"

An Zheng: "If you can say this, it means that your self-esteem is not very strong."

Nie Qing used chopsticks to hold the egg in half, picked up the smaller half and put it in An Zheng bowl: "There is still a little bit."

An Zheng: "Do you think I can't eat your half egg like this?"

Nie Qing stretched out his chopsticks and picked up the half egg and stuffed it into his mouth and said vaguely: "I won't give you a chance."

An Zheng stood up, put the bowls and chopsticks aside, then stretched his body, and his eyes swept across the room: "There must be a diligent and respectable mistress among the people who once lived in this yard, and a male master who felt sorry for the mistress and did not throw things around and deliberately suppressed his little boy's heart."

"You're right, but what do you want to say?"

"Carry it out."

An Zheng threw all the broken bodies in the house outside the yard, of course he would not dirty his clean hands. In order to make noodles, he washed them three times. After cleaning the body, he wiped the table, and pointed to the dishes: "Remember to wash the dishes."

Nie Qing looked surprised: "Why did you do such a thing?"

An Zheng laughed: "I just said that the hostess of this house must be very diligent in cleaning up a lot of times, so she felt sorry for her. Her man suppressed the inner thrill of her little boy and did not throw things around. However, when a woman began to clean up the house and do housework, what they gave up was not the mentality of a little girl, but the nobleness of a princess."

An Zheng patted Nie Qing on the shoulder: "Why is it a woman who is spoiled at home? A person who is spoiled as a princess at home will become a servant-like existence after getting married. If my daughter lives like this in the future, even if she is willing, I will let the man my daughter chooses to know what father's anger is."

Nie Qing: "Are you acting in a show?"

An Zheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, it's really a bit of a show."

He tidied up his clothes and walked out of the yard: "Remember to wash the dishes."

Nie Qing uttered. Although he didn't know why An Zheng had so many feelings, he found that what An Zheng said was indeed reasonable. He secretly swore in his heart that if he had a daughter in the future, he would not let him be a servant in other stinky men's houses. Nie Qing is a man who stands tall and upright, and his daughter must be as proud as a princess. While washing dishes, he thought, washing each bowl twice, and so on.

When Nie Qing finished packing up and pinched his waist, he felt a sense of satisfaction that made me so awesome. He suddenly woke up. He was stunned for a moment and scolded him, "You, uncle."

An Zheng expressed that many feelings, which made him sigh, just because he wanted to delay Nie Qing's time. An Zheng wanted to kill someone himself, and he didn't want Nie Qing to participate in this danger. Just as Nie Qing gave Fei Qiansong to An Zheng and made his choice when he left Yancheng alone.

An Zheng is a bastard.

Nie Qing found charcoal and wrote this sentence on the snow-white wall of this house. He thought about it for a while and then added another sentence below him, "An Zheng, the one who wrote it."

So proud.

Nie Qing strode away from the yard, and at the darkest time before dawn came, he plunged into the night and chased the smell of blood.

The people who had shouted long live before were already sleeping soundly in my warmth, at least tonight would be safe for them. How many people, the messenger of the Buddhist sect, the princess of the Golden Ding Kingdom, are thinking about these sleeping days? Perhaps there will be a little boy with spring and hearts to dream of saving the beautiful princess and embracing the beauty. Of course, such a cuteness does not study for young men, and the fantasy of middle-aged greasy men is more fantastic. They are generally considered to be the one who has his own demeanor, knowledge and mature face that makes the princess take the initiative to throw herself into her arms.

In the dark night, there are beautiful dreams. In the smaller part, it is a fantasy and strong body. It is a nightmare for family and country feelings. It is a nightmare for peace.

An Zheng was like a ghost traveling through the dark night, always appearing where his enemies thought it would not appear the least. Since he got the skeleton of Daqi, An Zheng's body has become incredible. But An Zheng must carefully hide his strength in front of everyone, because at this time, it is not the time for him to blatantly release his strength.

However, some things always come beyond expectations.

Nie Qing felt the arrival of the warrior, so he chose to stay and temporarily gave up his dream of living with Fei Qiansong. And where he could not feel it, the demon had also arrived. The strength of this demon was much stronger than that of the warrior.

Du Shushou bought a large piece of land in this prosperous world called Yancheng. For Du Shushou, the hard days he once was gone. An Zheng said that he should let everyone with kindness live a good life, the most tyrannical type. Du Shushou is a person with kindness, and is kinder than most people, so he lives a very rich life. At least he will not be reluctant to buy a certain piece of clothing, but he will feel inferior when he sees others wearing it. He will not say anything to the price and scold this fucking world.

The world is not fucked, but the one who fucks the world is just a person who is fucked but is still idle. He is always grateful for the injustice of the Heavenly Dao, but forgets that hard work is the only way to get rid of injustice. Work is the same as slaves pronounced. Some people turn themselves into lazy nemesis by hard work, while others become lazy slaves in human nature.

There were buildings in this large area, and once belonged to a very famous wealthy businessman in Yancheng. This man spent decades to accumulate wealth and created a fairy-tale manor in Yancheng. He thought he could live his life here and live a life that everyone envied. However, when that night, the violent and suffocating cyclone appeared above Yancheng. Ning Xiaolou, like a giant, held the cyclone but his arms trembled, his only choice was to escape from Yancheng as soon as possible.

So when Du Shushou bought this land, the cost was less than expected. Du Shushou was a fair person. In order to make the manor so carefully built by the other party not so cheap, he sold another 20% of the price, and in the end he bought it much lower than the expected price of the rich man.

Such a rich Du Shushou is still bargaining, why don’t we even ask about the price of groceries?

Fei Qiansong woke up in such a beautiful manor. She lay on a very comfortable bed. When she woke up, the night was dark. The moon was blocked by a cloud that happened to pass by, and the stars took the opportunity to get up freely.

Fei Qiansong, who woke up, sat up suddenly because he got up too hard or when Nie Qing started to take action just now, his mind buzzed and he was a little dizzy. She stood up and wanted to rush out of this strange place, and then she found that under the proud but unscrupulous starlight, there was a person sitting on the chair beside the window.

The man was reading books in such a light, and the book seemed to be about to finish. What she didn't know was that there were thirty-seven books in the row on the bookshelf, and this man even carefully selected one to read.

Although the light was very dark, Fei Qiansong still recognized the face. When she saw it clearly, she felt like she had fallen into the ice cave that had not melted for thousands of years, and her body was frozen in an instant, and the chill was released from her heart.

"What are you doing?"

She asked in a trembling voice.

Qiu Xiaoyu raised his hand and shook it, without looking up, and even without looking at Fei Qiansong. He finished reading the last word of this chapter, and then he closed the book with satisfaction, stood up and walked back to the bookshelf, and put the book back to its original position.

"The Lord said, he was a little disappointed."

Qiu Xiaoyu sat down and sat very well. It seemed that he had always been a very upright person, whether in his actions or attitude. He looked at Fei Qiansong carefully for a few glances, then nodded: "It seems to be more beautiful than before, and perhaps this confirms the Lord's guess. You also know that when the Lord says that some disappointment is often not a little, but very. When the Lord is very disappointed, I will appear in front of the person he thinks is disappointed."

Qiu Xiaoyu spoke very seriously, and his attitude was indeed unreasonable.

"You should know very well that you are a very special person to live in. The Lord said that he once told you that you would spend the rest of your life with you on a picturesque island in the future. It seems that you have forgotten it? The man named Nie Qing finally defeated you, not you defeated him. The Lord felt that he had no shadow in your heart, so he was not only disappointed, but also sad. When the Lord was disappointed, he was already very serious and sad."

Qiu Xiaoyu glanced at Fei Qiansong: "Do you know what the result is?"

Fei Qiansong has always been afraid of this, extremely scared. On countless nights, she would tremble all over whenever she thought of it. Even if Nie Qing was sleeping beside her, it would be difficult to find comfort. She had fantasized more than once that she would die at the hands of her beloved man. However, when such a result came, she suddenly realized that she was no longer afraid.

She smiled like a satisfied little woman who was already married and married.

“I feel so good, so beautiful.”

She said: "It means that you are in a beautiful mood and you won't understand it."

Qiu Xiaoyu's face changed. He lowered his head and looked at his clean and slender hands: "The Lord said to him, he really doesn't want you to say such words as not regretting. He seems to be afraid that you will say it, but you still said it."

"oh"

Fei Qiansong smiled even more satisfied: "It turns out that he would be afraid, it's great. Well, yes, I don't regret it."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!