MTL - Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!-Chapter 1473 Extra 1

Twenty years later...

The white snow fluttered, and the snow of the day and night, the whole earth, white.

In the past, the K country was cold, and it was also a frost. In fact, the frost was colder than snow.

This year, K has started white snow. Many people have never seen snow. They are very excited. No matter how cold, they come out to watch the snow.

The wind, cold, and whistling.

Scratching on the skin, like a cold knife, piercing the fleshy pain.

This winter is colder than usual, and the trees have become bare old men early.

The white snow is pressed against the branches, like shoulders, and the entire back is bent down.

The snow outside the window is floating.

Indoors, a dead, Huang Ling whole person, like no life, lying on the sofa.

Twenty years have passed, and the years that have passed on her face will only make her more mature, beautiful and dignified.

Looking at the ceiling, quietly and dull.

Mobson took out a bowl of soup from the kitchen and saw her like this, a distressed.

Their baby daughter, Mo Qingfeng died for the country, and died!

Their baby daughter, when she grew up, became a special soldier, a girl with great ability.

The strength of doing things is like a lot of Mobson.

Every major task will be given to her, and she will do a good job every time.

This time, she sacrificed.

Huang Ling could not accept this fact. After she was buried yesterday, she returned home and never said anything.

Her baby girl has the ability and beauty, how can she leave her like this?

Mobson came to her side and picked her up, his voice calmly and comforted: "Huang Ling, want to open."

"..." Huang Ling did not cry, just like a person without a soul, the whole person is embarrassed.

How do you want to open? She has no daughter.

"At the beginning, we agreed that she would do the job and know her danger." Mobosen's eyebrows were a little tired.

He is even more sad than Huang Ling, but what can he do?

To be a special soldier is Mo Qingfeng, her persistence, they can not oppose.

They said that her daughter is the lover of her father's past life, but Mobson loved this daughter.

Now that he is gone, can he not be sad?

But he is a man. He also came as a soldier. He knows that the sacrifice of his daughter is glorious. He can't cry.

Although really sad -

"I don't agree, you agree." Huang Ling said sadly.

"That is the life that Qingfeng wants."

Huang Ling’s eyes turned a bit. She looked at Mobson. “Mu brother, you said, is our daughter living in another world? Is it like worry-free with me?”

Mobson nodded: "It should be, but we don't know."

Huang Ling’s face is sad. “I hope that a strange girl suddenly knocks on my door and tells me that she is our daughter and then tells me about her childhood. But no, I have been at home today. , didn't wait..."

"Huang Ling, you let the worry go back and tell her family that she is not dead, can she do it?"

Huang Ling shook her head: "She can't do it."

“Would our daughter continue to live in a world we are not familiar with like worry-free? How did she come back to us?”

"Mu brother..." Huang Ling sat up and dropped into the arms of Mobson, and choked and said: "I am really sad. I can't believe it until now. Qingfeng is away from me..."

Mobson's face was dignified, he couldn't believe it. "This is the truth..."

Their daughters were truly gloriously sacrificed and gloriously lost their jobs.

"Huang Ling, don't be sad anymore, Qing Feng doesn't want us to be like this."

Huang Ling shed tears: "For my daughter, for you, for Yuanbo, I will be fine."

Mobson hugged her: "This is brave. Actually, death is not terrible, isn't it? Like Song Worry, like you, you are the ones who have experienced death personally, you have to believe that our daughter is to another The world lives, and death is just the way to send her to that world."

After listening to Mobson’s words, Huang Ling’s heart was better, but still sad.

Even if the daughter lives in another world, the result is to leave her...

Nanba Cemetery.

The cold wind blows.

In the air, there is a strong sorrow.

In front of the beautiful tombstone, a man stood straight.

The man was dressed in a black suit, and the snow fluttered on him, letting his black suit with a little white accents.

The man has a perfect face and is tall and straight.

Eyes are dark, deep, very beautiful eyes!

Because of grief, the muscles on my face are tight, making the lines of my face more fortitude.

He is a familiar priest.

When he received the news of Mo Qingfeng’s dereliction of duty, he rushed back from abroad in the fastest time.

But still missed the day when she was buried.

The girl he has been secretly in love, just like this, lying coldly inside.

The pastor is sad, the weather is the same as his mood, grief, and pain.

He stood there, staring straight at the photo, smiling girl.

She is so beautiful, beautiful and breathless.

He has always liked her and has always liked it since childhood.

He knows that she is interesting to him, just for work reasons, she is not in love for the time being.

Next month is her birthday. She gives him a call and says she wants to be alone with him when she says her birthday.

He knew that she also likes herself!

Unexpectedly, he and her did not wait until this day...

The man said with sorrow, the voice is very sweet, but full of mourning and pain. "Everyone said that you are brave and sacrifice glory. In fact, I don't want it at all. If you don't insist on being a soldier, can we do it later? Always be with you? Now, you are lying alone, cold or cold? Mo Qingfeng, it’s snowing, are you feeling cold?”

Rumble -

Rumble -

An overhead world, the mainland of Senrol.

At this time, thunderstorms and lightnings intersected, except for the sky, from time to time, the thunder and the raindrops hit the ground, and the whole earth was silent.

Eight Wangfu, in the backyard of Lengshuige, in a dark and secret place, there is a small, full-scarred little hand that breaks through the earth like a bamboo shoot, first the palm, then the small arms, shoulders, upper body... ... In the end, the whole person climbed out of the dirt and stood still, and it was particularly strange on the night when the lightning was flashing.

Bang-

Through the light of lightning, it is faintly visible that a thin woman with muddy hair and messy hair stands there like a ghost. She looks at her eyes and looks around in confusion. As if she thought of something, her eyes suddenly changed. Sharp and chilling, the deep phoenix chills cold, and at this moment she is like a ghost from the **** to climb out.

She lifted her thin, painful hand and licked her heart. Where is this? Why is she here? And how can there be a strange memory in my mind?

She, Mo Qingfeng, the modern special forces elite. Gu Yu and Mo Bosen tried to train her.

She is proficient in medicine, poetry and calligraphy...

When she performed her task, she was shot in the heart...

Mo Qingfeng's eyebrows wrinkled more tightly. She was obviously killed in the heart, but now she is sore, her limbs are like a broken heart. Is she not dead?

She looked around and how could she be in the bamboo forest?

At this time, isn't it lying in the hospital?

What is the strange memory in my mind?

Her eyebrows wrinkled more tightly. She was obviously killed in the heart, but now she is sore, her limbs are like a broken heart, and she died in the study of the Kowloon Pearl Laboratory. How did she wake up? This deep forest?

What is the strange memory in my mind?

She hadn't had time to figure out the memory of her face, and suddenly there was a cold and screaming voice behind him: "Go back with me!"

Mo Qingfeng turned and looked at it. A man stood a few meters away. The man was wearing a black robe. The heavy rain did not wet his clothes. It seemed that he had a huge invisible umbrella on his head. He was covered. Dissipating a gloomy atmosphere, Mo Qingfeng could not see his appearance, but he could feel that his eyes were like Shura killing God.

"Who are you?" Mo Qing asked coldly. When the sound came out, she couldn't help but be surprised. How could this sound be so weak and weak?

She looked down at herself, and she didn't say a rag, she was a little petite, what happened? When she thought that her head began to swell, she scorned her **** and pressed the memory that came out of her, and looked coldly at the man like Shura.

"Duogu Zenan." The man whispered thin lips, and the indifference of the deep light fell on Mo Qingfeng's body. He was very dissatisfied with her body bone and looked too weak.

Mo Qingfeng was frowning and looked at Duolzen in disappointment. "Who is Solitary Zenan? Is it the King of Luo?"

The solitary singer south of the sui sang a sinking, the body of the cold and sinister atmosphere is more intense, a dark and cold breath condenses in the air.

"Follow me back!" Duo Zengnan said coldly again, the tone is still full of domineering, let her feel that he will not go back with him, he will not be willing to give up.

Mo Qingfeng is the treasure that Mobosen and Huang Ling hold in their hands.

Gu Yu and Song Wu worry also regard her as a treasure, even the sons of her husband and Gu Yu are her treasures.

In the army, they also respect her.

Now, by a man who doesn't know, let her go back with such a bad attitude.

Mo Qingfeng couldn't help but smile. She didn't want to give in to him at all. The arrogant leader: "I don't know who you are, but your attitude makes me very disgusted. I won't go back with you!"

She doesn't know who he is?

Mo Qingfeng’s words, like a sharp dagger, slammed into the heart of the solitary south, heartache, and the fist in the sleeve was tight. “I’m not taking you back today!”

"Can you take me back, you have to look at your..."

The word "the ability" has not been said yet. Mo Qingfeng was shocked and looked at the man who was close at hand. What happened? Wouldn't it be her eyes?

When she spoke, the man was like a whirlwind approaching her. She flashed in front of her eyes. He stood in front of her eyes like a ghost from the hell. It was more obvious that he was close to the gloomy arrogance, and she also saw it. His appearance!