Husband, Don't Be Panic

Chapter 310

Xiao Mianning said, "well, you go out, I want to sleep in peace. I'll talk about it tomorrow."

Yao Guang said, "don't you want to have a look, master?"

Xiao Mianning frowned.

Yao Guang suddenly lifted up his robe, and there were ferocious marks on his thin and strong arm. "You want me to forget, and I also want to forget. Master's hands are full of ups and downs. I wonder if you can erase all these marks? Even the traces on the body can't be done. How can those words be engraved on the heart, and how can we be invisible? "

In spite of Xiao Mianning's embarrassment, he took off his cloak and Taoist robe, and the band of his tunic was scattered. In the meantime, Xiao Mianning finally reached out his hand to stop him. "Ling Tao..."

the man ignored him and quickly stripped off his clothes.

Xiao Mianning even felt that his fingertips could already touch the burning temperature of a man's chest, and the blood in his heart was surging. He yelled, "Yao Guang!"

There was silence in the chamber.

The distance between two people is only an inch long, a bean of light is clearly extinguished, but the two faces seem to be thousands of miles away.

Xiao Mianning took the lead and said, "Ling... Yaoguang, after you left the school, I asked myself why a gifted talent would end up being forced out of my school. Maybe it's my incompetence as a master. If you want to hate me, there's a reason. But now that you have changed your identity and left the burial palace, why do you bear the old karma and refuse to let go

Yao Guang's face was gradually gloomy, and the hatred that was buried in the bottom of my heart was finally like the dirty water under the thin ice in early spring, which rushed out after the crack.

"Master misunderstood," Yao Guang slowly put on his clothes. "Injustice has its head, and debt has its owner. The person his disciples want to hate is Yan Yi. As for putting it down? I can't put it down until he's dead. "

Xiao Mianning's breath gradually shortness of breath, seems to want to say something, because of too long lingering sick bed, can't help but, just with a trembling finger in front of the man, "you... Ah, ah! Stubborn! Now that you have made up your mind, why come to me again? "

Yao Guang fiddled with his slender fingers. "I just came here to remind my master that it's the same sect. I don't want to kill a group of rubbish that you have worked so hard to cultivate. I also ask them to do their duty and not to interfere in my affairs

Xiao Mianning realized that hatred did not fade away with the change of time. Instead, it was dormant and rooted in his heart, nurtured day and night with resentment. Now, it has become a huge tree with incomparable ferocity.

Xiao Mianning looked at the candlelight wearily, "I really regret it."

Yao Guang asked with a smile, "what does Master regret?"

Xiao Mianning said, "I made a mistake."

Yao Guang's face changed suddenly. It almost made people think that he was going to get up from his wheelchair the next moment. "Shifu did something wrong, but the wrong thing was not to invite Yan Yi into the door! What is the source of beauty? I have never been at odds with him

Xiao Mianning asked bitterly, "just to say that it's against human relations, you hated Yan Yi for so many years. You bound yourself in a cocoon and imprisoned yourself in the mountains. It's clear that you are a person who manages the world openly and secretly. Is it worth it? "

"He was born with no parents. What do you know?" Yao Guang sneered, "master, I said that only when he is dead can I put it down. I have done what I said since I was a child. You know that."

"Your thoughts..." Xiao Mianning sighed. There was still drowning between his looks. "I only think you are confused for a moment."

Yao Guang raised his eyes when he heard the sound. His dark eyes were cold and dense, which turned into a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm so disappointed that I'm still confused.

At first sight, fanyin was a little surprised when he saw the picture. The man on the scroll looked extremely young, but he was still in the age of weak crown. Between his eyebrows, there was still a young man who had not faded away. He was dressed in a raven blue dress. He seemed to be endorsing under the tree, standing in the wind, like a bamboo.

She was sorting books for Yao Guang, and the scroll fell off the wooden cabinet. When she picked up the picture and looked at it carefully, she couldn't help but wonder: Yao Guang treasured this painting so carefully that it seemed that she attached great importance to it. In that case, why did he never listen to men talking about him? Yao Guang has been living here all the time. It seems that he has lost contact with the temple and the lake. How could he know him?

When she was thinking about where the painting should have been, a deep male voice came from an inch behind her, "what are you doing?"

First, I was in a trance all the time. Unexpectedly, I didn't notice that the man was behind him. Sanskrit was scared and his wrist was shaking. The picture just collected fell to the ground, and the overturned ink rolled down, and it landed on the man's face on the painting!

"Master..." fanyin was really frightened by Yao Guang. He quickly came back to his senses. He squatted down in a hurry and wiped the mottled ink on the painting scroll. Yao Guang looked at him coldly and suddenly asked, "do you know the people on the scroll?"

His voice was deep, and he could not tell whether he was happy or angry. He thought that he was Yao Guang's best friend. He must have cared very much. So he collected it carefully. For a while, he lowered his head with a little guilty heart. "I know I'm wrong, master. But first I can see the face of this young man. Disciple... I'll draw a picture to compensate you when I go down."Yao Guang quietly looked at the face that had been stained by ink, and suddenly tilted his head with a smile, which was unspeakable.

"I'm not sure... That's the will of God."

Ten days later, Yan Yi was summoned by the high priest. These days, he and Jiang chenbi stayed in the Pearl palace. In order to prevent the previous incident from repeating the same mistakes, he almost kept close to the girl. Jiang chenbi felt that there was no need to go in and out. All the doormen and servant girls were extremely polite to her and were treated with courtesy.

The cloud of death seemed to be far away from this place for a while, until that day, a stranger to Yan Yi came and sent a message that he would go alone to meet the high priest.

The man did not directly agree, but asked, "it's not impossible for me to go. It's just that Miss Jiang stays here alone. How can I make it?"

The deported doorman was bewildered and said, "the little Lord will go first by himself, and he will be back in a moment?" Although he had never seen two people fighting side by side on the altar, he also heard countless versions circulated in the funeral palace. He thought that Yan Yi's words meant the girl in front of him for a moment.

Jiang chenbi slightly smoothed down her long eyelashes, thinking in her heart that if this man was not really unaware of his assassination, or that he was perfect in his acting skills, he was really flawless.

Yan Yi thought the same thing, but he still wanted to cheat him again. "Don't pretend to be confused. What did the high priest do by herself? Doesn't she understand clearly?"

The doorman was frightened by the man's momentum, and he also had some doubts about life. His eyes wandered in front of Yan Yi and the girl for a long time, and his face became more and more cautious. It can't be true!? Look at the sad and indignant expression of the little Lord, the confused attitude of the high priest, and then look at the young girl with both childishness and charm in front of him...

so. Three of them???

"Little Lord, if you say something you shouldn't say, the high priest will not change your mind. You should also control yourself. Think about the last palace master..." before the door guest words were finished, all the palace people buried in the world palace, including Yan Yi, trembled and agreed with each other.

Yan Yi nodded. It seemed that this man was not a disguise. He really didn't know anything. "A few days ago, Miss Jiang was assassinated in the Pearl palace..."

the door guest was shocked and knelt down subconsciously, "my subordinates know the crime." This is also one of the many tedious rules of the burial palace. No matter who is injured, the servant will not escape the blame. Because the man can't help but say that he will kneel down and plead guilty. Yan Yi doesn't like the red tape, so he slightly sidesteps to avoid this kneeling. "It's nothing to do with you, but I will never allow this to happen again. Go and get my warrant. I need to recall those nearby Master, protect the safety of Miss Jiang. "

"This..." the door guest is a little embarrassed, so the decision is not his decision.

"I won't leave if those people don't come." Yan Yi sat down on the stool, elegant and not flustered. "You can do it yourself. Is it the man who makes up his mind or go back to the high priest and come back to me after she has made up her mind."

After hesitating for a moment, the guest decided to go back and tell the high priest that he was not a man. Jiang chenbi said with a smile, "it's really hard for you to be your subordinate. Everyone says that a woman's heart is like a needle in the sea. I think your mind is just like a deep sea."

Yan Yi held her hand, a jade face close to a little, "look at this girl, get cheap to sell good, do not know who I am for? Well? "

Two people are you Nong my Nong, thick love, first went out to report to the subordinate fold and return.

"Little Lord, the high priest allows Miss Jiang to go with her."