MTL - The Legend of the Ghost Concubine-Chapter 253 : Uncover the mask, see the truth

Long Jiu Lema, slowly riding a mountain trail.

At night, it was hard to find. Longjiu took away the torches brought out by the military camp. With a faint light and shadow, his eyes carefully scanned around.

Soon, I came to a small village at the foot of the mountain. He jumped off the horse and took the torch into the house. He looked at it carefully and found nothing. The dragon nine was disappointed and felt splashed with cold water.

He was unwilling to hold the torch and look around, and the sky was getting darker. Long Jiu’s heart also sank.

Long Jiu held the torch and walked up the mountain forest. After searching for no fruit, he took a pile of wood and burned it. Destroy the torch, fly on the tree, lean against the tree, slightly squat, put one hand on the knee, one hand on the back of the head, close your eyes, sleep.

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Feng Xiaoer wakes up and feels that the whole body has been crushed. The first time he sleeps in the cave, his body is fragile and his body is still slightly painful.

The two mothers thoughtfully cleaned the wounds of her neck. The old village chief picked up the wild fruits early, and several people would eat a little. Feng Xiaoer said: "I rode to the front to see how the situation is, saying There may be good news."

The old village chief and the aunt were grateful and nodded. It’s great to have Feng Xiaoer and their suffering.

Otherwise, no one knows these old guys in the wilderness.

Feng Yuer went outside the mountain forest and felt the pure natural gas of the original ecology. The mood was inexplicable. Untie the horse rope, ride the horse, ride slowly, and squat along the road.

The dragon nine on the tree smashed the eyes.

It is her, her voice, as crisp as a jaundice.

Long Jiuyi, this little woman, is it so happy to leave him?

As soon as he got up, the dragon nine palms slammed the tree and flew down, falling on the horse's back.

Unprepared Feng Xiaoer, a big jump.

I haven't had time to turn my face to see the people who are coming. The hot air of Long Jiu is sprinkled between the ears of Feng Xiaoer.

This embrace, this temperature, is too familiar.

Feng Xiaoer was very surprised, turned his head and couldn't believe his eyes.

Excited to speak.

Long Jiu’s thin lip stretched into the ear of Feng Yu’s ear: “Auntie, if you sleep, I will leave, who will give you this courage, huh?”

what?

Is it... Long Ji remembered her?

Just because I slept, remembered her?

Feng Xiaoer stayed for a while and replied: "How? Is the prince personally coming to catch the small one?"

small?

Long Jiu corrected: "From last night, you are not a laundry woman, you are my Long Jiu woman."

His only woman.

Feng Xiaoer remembered Long Jiu’s rudeness and indifference to himself, and felt very aggrieved. The tone was a bit sour: "I am so ugly where is the woman who is the prince?"

When he was ashamed of her last night, he didn't have such tender feelings.

Long Jiu’s heart slammed into a painful look, looking at the scorpion that was stunned by the phoenix and the ugly faintly visible under the Liu Hai.

"Auntie, I will use all medical skills to cure your ugliness." Long Jiuzhong’s promise.

Does he not say this king?

Really remember her?

Feng Xiaoer feels wronged and swears: "It’s just a pair of skins. Anyway, no one loves it. What do I care about?"

Long Jiu Duan detailed the grievances of Feng Xiaoer.

"Who said that no one loves you, this king loves, aunt, sorry, let you suffer."

Feng Xiaoer couldn't help but wonder in his heart and asked: "Long Jiu, do you remember me? Remember that we used to love each other?"

Longjiu shook his head: "No, I only have a little memory, but I know that I feel very special to you. I will think about it later and give me time."

Feng Yuer felt that his eyes were sour, all the grievances came up in an instant, and tears flowed out without competing.

Long Jiu is a bit overwhelmed. Tight and phoenix, awkwardly appeased: "Auntie, don't cry, I swear, I won't let you suffer anymore, we will go back now."

Feng Yuer pharynx said: "I don't want to go back. The dynasty did not have a place for me. If it weren't for you, I would have been flying high, hiding in the mountains and rivers, living the life I thought about."

Feng Yuer said, the grievances in his heart are getting deeper and deeper.

No matter how free and easy she is, she is a vulnerable little woman in front of love.

Everything that Feng Xiaoer did for him, Long Jiuquan knew it.

The only thing that Long Jiu regrets is that he only has a special feeling for Feng Xiaoer, but he can't remember the memories together.

The strength of Longjiu was tightened a bit, and the chin was on the shoulder of Feng Yuer. He said softly: "What life have you thought of, I will give it to you, and you want to wander around the world and I will accompany you."

Feng Xiaoer looked at Long Jiu a little confused: "Long Jiu, do you love me?"

He can't remember her.

Long Jiu lightly frowned, grasping the little hand of Feng Xiaoer: "I don't love you, do you think I will touch you?"

A man like him, restrained, and jealous, if he really doesn't want a woman, how can he get it?

Feng Xiaoer remembered those shameful scenes, and the little face burned red in an instant. The mood of grievance was replaced by sweet 涩.

Long Jiu evil charm smiles, very fulfilling.

"We live in the mountains and rivers, ignore the world, and then have children, and have a happy life. Auntie, do you like it?"

Feng Xiaoer flashes his eyelashes and fantasizes about those pictures.

Is she not dreaming? It all came too suddenly, and happiness came too fast.

"Now, I only have one idea." Feng Xiaoer looked straight at Long Jiu.

"You said, I will meet you."

"I just want to see your true feelings."

How long has she not seen him since the death of Hongjiu?

Long Jiu grabbed Feng Xiaoer’s little hand and covered it on his mask. He said: “It’s all my people, just look around.”

Although I know that Long Jiu is Hong Jiu, Feng Xiaoer is still very much looking forward to it. Gazing at the dragon nine eyes, eyes full of expectations, Long Jiu self-deprecating the mask, revealing a fascinating handsome look.

Feng Xiaoer is determined to look at this face that reverses the sentient beings.

"So good looking, why do you have to wear a mask?"

Longjiu’s forehead arrived at Feng’s forehead and said: “I only show you one person.”

Feng Xiaoer's face is blushing.

"Auntie, let's go to the end of the world."

"I will go back and say hello to the old village chief."

"No, I let my people settle them."

Sitting on the back of the horse, Long Jiu took the hand of Feng Xiaoer and kicked the horse slowly to the front.

"Wang Ye, is there a victory in front of the border?"

"Well, the prairie king is dead, the world is too peaceful."

Feng Xiaoer said with joy: "It’s so good, the world is finally peaceful, and the people can live a stable life."

Feng Yan's eyebrows are bent and the smile is bright.

"Wang, where are we going?"

"Call me Ah Jiu or Xiao Jiujiu."

"It’s still a good ninety-nine, and it’s called Xiao Jiujiu in the future.”

To the reader:

Children's shoes to chase books. Is this ending satisfactory? In fact, I also planned to write the Prairie article at the beginning. But the end of the rush, this is the end. On the 1st, there are still two thousand words to finish.