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Chapter 1o1 Emotions
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In the depression, Chen Rong shrunk into a mass, just like Shang-sou, motionless. Although they don't know anything about the battlefield, they can also feel the difference in atmosphere at this time. In particular, hundreds of horseshoes stepped on at the same time, causing the sound of insects to stop, and the beasts to stop howling, making them feel a kind of kill.
Dare to speak or move, every breath is extremely slow.
Chen Rong opened his eyes tightly, staring motionlessly at the dark place ahead.
At this time, they put a piece of cloth on the horse's mouth. Only in this way, it is possible that they are hiding where they are hiding.
At this time.
Suddenly, a footstep sounded
The sound of footsteps is heavy like a mountain in the dark night, and it comes from the end
Chen Rong’s face was pale, and he couldn’t help thinking: Could the robbers find us? Originally, this was not possible, but her heart was in a ball, and there was no way to think clearly.
Footsteps are getting closer and closer, closer and closer
It actually came right across the mountain.
When Chen Rong's forehead was dripping with sweat, Shang Shou leaned back, leaned closer to her, lowered his voice and said tremblingly, "nv, nv Lang, came to us."
His voice was full of despair.
Chen Rong wanted to deny it, but at this moment, she clearly heard that the footsteps were approaching the mountain col.
It’s really happening
Chen Rong was as white as paper
At this moment, Shang Shou said hoarsely: "Nv Lang, I will see if I can pull it away." He thought, he was just a half-cut man, and he would die sooner or later. nv Lang is different, she is still beautiful, and most importantly, she is a beautiful xiao aunt. No matter if it falls into the hands of anyone, she is either dead or not as good as death
Thinking like this, he has increased his courage, and for a moment, he feels that he is taller.
Don't wait for Chen Rong to answer, Shang Sou jumped off the carriage and rushed towards the outside.
In an instant, he came to the mountain.
As soon as he glanced at his head, he saw a hundred steps away, the tall and strong man, though he was blurry. Behind the man, cha was holding a torch, and the flickering fire light reflected the figure of the man tall and terrifying
And this man is walking towards the entrance of the mountain. Far away from the man, the darkness was blurry, as if there were countless people ambushing in it.
The man is blocking the road where the exit must pass. If you drive, it will fall straight into the trap that people have already laid.
Thinking of this, Shang Se gritted his teeth and turned back toward Chen Rong, whispering, "nv Lang, take care", and he rushed out with one arrow.
Sang Sau’s footsteps are heavy, he is running in the opposite direction to the mountain col.
As he ran and looked back frequently, it was true that the tall man was shocked by his running sound. The man raised his head and stared at him, and sighed, "Who?" The tone was heavy, with the vigilance that the soldiers had.
Sang Sue deliberately ran two steps up the mountain. When he ran, the rock that was driven by the rock rolled down and led through the night sky.
Sure enough, the man stopped screaming, and stepped forward to chase him.
He came after him, and there was no companion nv Lang behind him for the time being.
Thinking of this, Shang Shou was relieved, and he began to run forward fatelessly. Behind him, the man was a little awkward because he was too tall, chasing dozens of steps, but getting farther and farther away from him.
As soon as Shang Sou rushed out, Chen Rong's heart sank to the bottom.
With a whine, she held the whip in her right hand and Jinchai in her left hand, her eyes wide open, and she looked at the dark front without blinking.
In front, there is silence. There was only a burst of running sound.
Is it possible that Shang Shou has successfully led away?
Thinking of this, Chen Rong held her breath, and she slowly climbed off the carriage and walked out tentatively.
The stars are dotted on the top of the head. The extremely faint starlight makes the sky and earth not absolutely dark.
She moved step by step to the exit of the mountain col.
The sky is too dark and the ground is too dark. She walked a few steps without knowing what she stepped on her feet and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, her whip was propped up on the ground to stabilize her figure.
Chen Rong supported the whip and got up quickly.
She stood up and the whole person froze.
A white figure appeared at the entrance of Col. Under such a starlight, in such a killing, this man was dressed in white, no, wouldn't it be a ghost?
A scream almost blurted out.
Just when she was terrified, the white figure opened his mouth, his voice was clear and beautiful, and most importantly, he was very familiar, "Arong?"
Is Wang Hong
Oh my god, it was Wang Hong
Chen Rong never knew that when a person sees hope in despair, a person changes from great sorrow to great joy.
She is soft and sits on the ground, trembling: "Wang Hong?"
"It's me."
Wang Hong’s voice is still elegant and shallow, no need to look at it, Chen Rong also knows that at this moment, he must have a smile on his lips, and he came.
In an instant, Chen Rong's eyes were red, she choked and ran to him.
She ran in a hurry and rushed to him in a blink of an eye. The boundless surprises and emotions made her think of nothing. She just flung herself into his arms. At the same time, her hands stretched out and hugged his waist.
Holding him tightly, Chen Rong cried. She trembled and said, "Why are you here?" Suddenly, she whimpered and couldn't help but stretch out Xiao's fist, pounding him again and again, shouting dumbly: "How come you come, How can you come?"
The boundless joy, the boundless relaxation, the boundless touch, all turned into tears at this moment, and turned into this sentence, "How come you come."
Chen Rong, who blurted out, has been repeating it all the time, never knowing that he was expecting him to save himself. . . . . .
At this time, Wang Hong stretched out his arms and gently hugged her.
His arms are so warm and so powerful. His arms that were not wide, so broad and so calm, were like a mountain, a mountain she had longed for two lifetimes, a dream, a net girl looking away, but she never dared to ask for a blessed mountain
Chen Rong was holding the life-saving straw and hugged him like he had been searching for the warmth for too long. She buried her face on the side of his neck, feeling the warmth brought by his fresh breath, Tears like rain, sobbing, "Wang Hong, Wang Hong, Wang Hong..."
One after another, endlessly.
Under the starlight, Wang Hong seemed to be stunned by her call with too many feelings. After a while, his arms added a little force, and he hugged her more tightly.
Chen Rong wiped the tears on his face, the soft net, and wiped his carotid artery from time to time in a whimper, she felt his pulsation, felt his body temperature, continued Calling, "Wang Hong, Wang Hong, Wang Hong..." called back, sobbing slightly, and gradually becoming quieter.
At this time, Wang Hong stretched out his arms.
He picked her up around her.
This person can't see that there is still a strength. It's easy to hug her.
He held Chen Rong, took two steps forward, and put her gently on the carriage.
As soon as Chen Rong was put down, Chen Rong stretched out his hand and tugged his sleeve tightly. In the dark, she was dimly tearful and muttered, "Don't go, don't go... Please."
"I don't go," in the dark, his voice was very gentle. His eyes, Canruo Xingchen, with a light smile, he reached out his hand and gently wiped away the tears from Chen Rong's eyes.
The slender hand moved down, intentionally or unintentionally, with a fingertip hooked across her net corner, causing her to shudder, he smiled and said: "Qing Qing is here, how can I go?"
Chen Rongdi settled down, and she slowly let go of the hand that grabbed his clothes.
While Sissi was ringing, Wang Hong also got on the carriage.
As soon as he got on the bus, Chen Rong rushed again, she hugged his waist tightly, her face buried in his mouth, her arms locked so tightly, she was clearly afraid of him leaving.
Wang Hong picked her up and put it gently on tuǐ, then he leaned back and slumped back.
Hugging Chen Rong in a comfortable posture, Wang Hong's fingers were like the net wind, and she was gently rubbing the tears on her cheeks and nose, and whispered: "Come on."
"Yes." Chen Rongying said, she buried her face in his arms and muttered, "I'm not afraid if you come."
She hugged his waist and lay in his arms, motionlessly feeling his warm body temperature, and said lowly: "Just before I thought I was finished."
Wang Hong yelled softly.
At this time, Chen Rong seemed to be opened. She continued to talk, "There are nine bandits. They stopped my carriage. At that time, the carriage was stuck in the mud again and couldn't move anymore. I thought I was over," her voice was full of panic.
Wang Hong stretched his hand to caress her show, low comfort, "Hugh afraid."
It's just a very simple action, just a very simple language. The panic in Chen Rong's tone was reduced by half, and the whole was calmer.
She buried herself in his arms and murmured: "I also killed a person Wang Hong, I killed a person with my own hands, and when the whip went down, his neck was broken and blood was flowing like Many splashed on me."
She was hoarse and described her killing process in detail.
Wang Hong combed her fingers together, gently combing her show, low and very gentle and very gentle said: "Don't think about it, they damn."
Similarly, such a simple sentence quieted Chen Rong again.
She hugged him tightly and muttered, "You are here, that's good. Qilang, I used to think that no one in this world really valued me, liked me, and cherished me... Qilang, you’re here, so nice."
The voice is soft and the affection is soft.
Under the stars, Wang Hong lowered his head. His clear and unusual, star-like eyes, quietly looked at his closed eyes, and seemed exhausted. After his mental strength, he suddenly relaxed the whole person, Chen Rong.
He looked at her and looked at her quietly. . . . . .
At this moment, Chen Rong, whose eyes could not be opened, suddenly screamed and said anxiously: "Shangshou, Qilang, go and rescue Shangshou"
Wang Hongshen touched her show and said lowly and lightly: "Sleep, he will be fine."
His tone, his voice, strangely calmed Chen Rong.
She closed her eyes and slowly, a soft snoring sounded.
She fell asleep relaxed.
Under the starlight, the cold wind blew across the car curtain, and murmured loudly. Around, the insects chirped, and on the top of the mountain came the roar of the beast.
All this has nothing to do with them.
The two of them in the carriage seemed to be in the brightest light. He hugged her, she lay in his arms, nestled together, breathing jiaorong. . . . . .
I don’t know how long it took, it seems that the stars in the sky are brighter and brighter. Chen Rong, shrunk in Wang Honghuai's arms, suddenly choo moved. She sat down and screamed with wide eyes, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die... Shang Shou Shang Shou "
She looked around.
Just looked around for a few moments, she swept to Wang Hong quietly looking at her.
Come into the dark, his clear eyes, Chen Rong relaxed, she snuggled her face in his arms, closed her eyes again, and in the blink of an eye, the thin snore sounded again.
Under the stars, Wang Hong reached out and stroked her long.
Five fingers into a comb, combing her long one at a time, and smoothly removing the ornaments such as Jinbu Shao on her head.
In a blink of an eye, Chen Rong has grown Ling 1uan, netbsp; he lowered his head, looking at Chen Rong with his mouth covered, and gently reached out his hand and stroked her long eyelashes.
His fingers are like Net Tan.
. . . . . .
Chen Rong was awakened in a wave of birdsong.
In mí paste, she slowly opened her eyes. In the bright eyes, at the moment, it was mí lost and empty.
One click, two clicks.
She blinked, her eyes clear.
Slowly, she felt a little abnormal under her.
Chen Rong slowly turned his head to look at him.
She is faced with a handsome and abnormal face. This face was only a few inches away from her, and the breath she breathed still sprayed on her face.
Come on, Chen Rong's xiao's face turned red instantly.
She was in a hurry and wanted to get up straight.
As soon as he moved, he pulled his thorny arms and tuǐ. It turned out that she hadn't changed position all night.
Chen Rong gritted his teeth, relaxed his hands and feet, and dared to remove his face.
She looked again at the handsome man who was crushed by herself.
The man, his eyes closed, his breath thin, and he slept soundly. In the sunrise, a few drops of 1ù beads were strung on his black satiny tip, and yù did not fall.
That’s right, on the thin net with his beautiful shape, the slightly curled corners of his mouth were also covered with tiny pieces of 1ù beads like extremely small pearls, which flickered on his newborn beard.
That's how he fell asleep, and he also had a light. This is a pearl-like, bright moon-like radiance. It stained his handsome and incoherent face, and between his eyebrows, so that anyone who looked at it would be deterred by this brilliance, could not move his eyes, and even had no time to appreciate the outline of his facial features.
Such a beautiful boy, unrivaled.
The seven Langs of Langya's family, they are graceful and unparalleled.
And this man will come before midnight just to save her. . . . . .
Chen Rong closed his eyes and snuggled into his arms again.
Unconsciously, her net corner has a bright smile.
It was not until this time that Chen Rong realized that he had long been in love with him, admiring and infatuating him. . . . . . Therefore, when she came here, she could not inquire about Shangsou, whom she regarded as a loved one. She had never thought about whether he came alone, how could he know that she had hid in this place? Who sent the letter to him, and even asked about the invitation.
When she saw him, she had no sense of reason, sober. She was just pleasantly surprised by his rescue, just rejoiced in his rescue, just relaxed, moved, rejoiced, and enamoured. . . . . .
Chen Rong thought of this, the boundless joy and the full happiness made Chen Rong, who had never experienced two emotions, feel the world for the first time. . . . . . I really hope that time will stop here and she will die
After Hu Si 1uan thought for a while, Chen Rong suddenly thought, his hands and feet are numb, what about Wang Hong who was pressed by himself for one night?
Thinking of this, she felt heartache. He stretched out his hand quickly, endured the thorny thorns, and slowly moved away.
Only moved, she was powerless, and the whole person fell into the carriage. In a blink of an eye, her shoulder hit the cowl hard with a loud noise.
Bearing the pain, Chen Rong propped up his upper body and looked back at Wang Hong in a shèxìng way. When he saw that his eyes were still closed, he slept soundly, and his heart was loose: he didn't wake him up.
She gritted her teeth, supported the cowl with her other arm, and slowly walked off the carriage. Due to the severe pain, her white and tender back neck and forehead oozed cold sweat.
She moved hard forward step by step.
Chen Rong’s figure, Wang Hong, who had just left the mountain valley and couldn’t sleep, opened his eyes. He turned his head slightly, looking at Chen Rong's slowly moving figure, and then turned to her injured right shoulder.
When Chen Rong came back, he saw the figure of Sheng Xue in white. He was sitting on the carriage with the curtain open.
Hearing Chen Rong's footsteps, he raised his head and smiled.
In an instant, the morning light is bright and the fragrance of hua is overflowing
Chen Rong met his smile, and unconsciously spread a bright smile. She glanced at him shyly, almost anti-shèxìng, hiding her left hand holding a bunch of mangosteen behind her.
She changed her hands behind her back. She raised the mangosteen with her injured right hand and said with a smile: "Look, I picked a bunch of mangosteen. This one is delicious and delicious. Would you like to try it? ?"
Wang Hongqin smiled briefly, his eyes glanced at one of the grape-shaped mangosteens, and a few drops of fresh blood spattered on the mangosteens.
These mangosteens have obviously just been washed, one by one, with a crystal clear light in the morning light.
Wang Hong looked at Chen Rong, and slowly, he extended his right hand.
Chen Rong, who is slow and graceful in his hand reaching out, can put his heart on him, and his movements are now stiff.
At the moment, she took a few steps and said anxiously: "Is the hand numb?" She slept on him, and her hands and feet were numb for a long time. The person sleeping on it must be more numb.
As she said, she stretched out her left hand, which had no pain, and wanted to stroke him, but just after her left hand came out, she thought of something and quickly changed to her right hand.
At this moment, Wang Hong, who had been smiling lightly, stretched out his right hand, slowly touching her cheek.
His hands are like net wind, and he strokes her eyebrows.
Then, he lowered his eyebrows and reached for his left hand.
He held her left hand in his palm.
Hold your head down and look carefully at this white and tender xiao hand in the palm. This xiao hand is really beautiful, and there are several xiaoxiao rou vortexes in the pink and tender.
His eyes turned to her index finger.
There is an inch-long mouth, a wound that has been ripped open, and the blood has stopped.
He slowly lowered his head.
He lowered the net thinly and gently covered the injured index finger. When the warm net touched that finger, Chen Rong shivered.
Wang Hong looked up.
He held her fingers like this, and looked up at her. In the morning light, his eyes were high and clear, but there was a kind of charming that made Chen Rong panic.
In particular, his tip with a drop of 1ù beads was falling naughtyly next to his straight nose bridge. There was a drop of 1ù beads, and as he moved, he rolled down and entered his netbsp; With a swish, Chen Rong blushed.
She lowered her head, raised her eyes slightly, and looked at him sheepishly, lowly, and said weakly, "Don't do this."
The voice is soft and the feet are soft.
Heartbeat is more like a drum.
Wang Hong moved the netbsp away from the crowd; as his net moved away, a strand of silver ran along her fingertips, and in the sunlight, it was connected to her finger, his net, shining with colorful light .
Chen Rong's tuǐ is completely soft now. She fell softly into his arms and murmured, "Don't, don't do this..."
She actually doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
She just knows that Wang Hong is very special at the moment, especially making her blush and ears red, especially making her sao moving. The sao movement was so strong that she felt a strange passion in her lower abdomen
The two worlds are always Chen Rong, who only knows that she is very strange at this moment. She seems to want him to do something, it is best to routine her into his body, it is best. . . . . . She dare not think again.
Wang Hong stretched his arms to hold her soft.
He lowered his head and looked at her tenderly, his mouth slightly raised, and he smiled shallowly. He asked with great concern and concern: "A Rong is unwell? How can he blush so badly and his body is still hot?"
At this moment, his eyes are so pure, so concerned
Even though Chen Rong has always been a boudoir nv, no one has ever told her about it, and at this time he also knows the reason for his abnormality.
At the moment, her xiao brushed her face, from the tip of her ear to the base of her neck.
She hurriedly chou turned around and pulled back. Then she turned around, turned her back to him, lowered her head, and was ashamed. She said in a self-blame: "Yes, yes, it is unwell and may be sick."
What she heard was the gurgling pour.
Chen Rong stared back~IndoMTL.com~ What she saw was Wang Hong with a smile, Rong Guang hún holding 1ù beads, crystal clear. He was bowing his head and filling the two wine glasses gracefully.
His movements are so elegant, his smile is so graceful. This is a kind of noble grace with golden horses, it is a kind of elegance that does not know the fireworks on earth.
Chen Rong raised his face and looked at him faintly, suddenly, his heart slowly sinking, sinking. . . . . . Suddenly, she was thinking: if there is a love in this world that will make nv people lower into the dust, it must be that nv person, who fell in love with the man in front of her.
If you say that falling in love with Ran Min will make people feel hopeless, then falling in love with this man in front of you will make people feel completely humble
Slowly, Chen Rong lowered her eyes, and slowly, she reached over and covered her mouth.
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