time, the famous servant outside the door made a voice again, this time with a smile: "Ah Ding!" You come here. "another fragile female voice answered, "Ah Tong, have you come to deliver food to the..."Ah--!!"

Wang Lingjiao screamed and sat up from the bed. Wen Huan, who was reading the letter at the table, patted the table and said angrily, "Why are you screaming in the middle of the night"

Wang Lingjiao gasped in shock and said, "I... I dreamt about that Wei, and I dreamt about him again! "

Wen said, "he has been thrown into a mass grave by me for more than three months. ! Why are you still dreaming about him How many times have you dreamt it "

Wang Lingjiao said, "I. I don't know why, I've been dreaming about him a lot lately. "

Wen Huan was so upset when he read the letter that he didn't have time to pay attention to her, still less in the mood to comfort her as before, saying impatiently, "then don't sleep!"

she got out of bed, threw herself at Wen Kui's table and said, "Master Wen, I... The more I think about it, the more scared I feel. I think. Did we make a big mistake If he was thrown into a mass grave, would he not be dead Will he. "

the veins in Wen Jing's temple kept beating and said, "how is that possible" How many monks have our family sent to clear the mass graves before Has one ever come back He was thrown inside, but I'm afraid the body is rotten for more than a round. "

Wang Lingjiao said, "it's terrible to die! If he really turns into a ghost as he says he does, and comes back to us. "

as she said, both of them remembered the face and expression of Wei Ying when she fell down and shuddered at the same time.

Wen Yun immediately retorted, "it's impossible to be dead!" The souls of those who die in mass graves will be imprisoned there. Don't scare yourself. Can't you see I'm bothered! "

he crumpled up the letter in his hand, smashed it out, and said angrily, "what is the sign of shooting at the sun do you want to shoot down the sun" Dream! "

Wang Lingjiao stood up, carefully poured him a cup of tea, considered some flattering words, and then said in a flattering voice, "Master Wen, their families can be rampant for a while, and Master Wen will be able to do it right away."

Wen Jie scolded, "shut up!" You don't know anything! Get out of here and leave me alone! "

Wang Ling, who was aggrieved and hated, put down the teacup, fixed her hair and gauze, and went out with a flattering smile.

as soon as she went out, the smile on her face broke down and opened a ball of paper in her hand. When she came out just now, she quietly picked up the letter that Wen Huan had thrown out to see what kind of news it was that made him so angry. She could not read much, and after reading it upside down for a long time, she finally guessed that the letter said that Wen Xu, the eldest son of Master Wen, was decapitated by one of the heads of the family who took the lead in the rebellion, and even chose to demonstrate in front of the war!

Wang Lingjiao froze.

the Lan clan in Gusu was burned, the Yunmeng Jiang clan was destroyed, and countless other families, large and small, were suppressed by all kinds of things, but the voices of resistance were always quickly suppressed by Qishan Wen. Therefore, three months ago, when Jin, Nie, Lan and Jiang formed an alliance and took the lead in insurrection, they did not care about it under the banner of "the sign of shooting the sun."

Master Wen spoke at that time. Of these four families, Lan Ling Jin is a grass on the wall. at present, seeing that the whole family is filled with righteous indignation to engage in a crusade, he will join in, but if he continues to retreat, he will soon understand that he is asking for trouble. Maybe the horse will come back and cry for his father and mother with Wen's thighs in his arms. Qinghe Nie's family owner is brave and foolhardy, can not last long, does not have to be attacked by others, and will die sooner or later in the hands of his own people. Gusu Lanshi was burned to the ground, and Lan Xichen transferred the Book Collection Pavilion and came back to succeed the master of the house. he was just a junior who could not afford any big things; the most ridiculous Yunmeng Jiang Shi, scattered all over the gate, left a young Lan Xichen, a fledgling boy with no one under his hands, and dared to call himself the head of the house and raise the flag to crusade, summoning new students at the same time.

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in short, eight words: no climate, too much power!

all the people on the side of the Wen family regard the sun-shooting expedition as a joke. Unexpectedly, three months later, the situation did not develop in the way they had imagined.

many important places such as Hejian and Yunmeng have been robbed, but it is all right. Now, even Wen Zongzhong's eldest son has been beheaded. Qishan Wen Shi-is it true that he has run out of luck

Wang Lingjiao was nervous in the corridor for a while, then returned to her room nervously, her eyelids bouncing wildly. She rubbed her eyelids with one hand and pressed her chest with the other, thinking about her way out.

she has been with Wen Jing for almost half a year. Half a year is the limit of the time it takes for Wen to get tired of a woman. She thought she was different and could hold on to the last one, but Wen's recent performance of growing impatience had told her that she was no different from other women.

Wang Lingjiao bit her lip, thought about it, squatted down and pulled out a small box from under the bed.

this small suitcase is the belongings and treasures she has been trying to snatch when she has been around Wen Kui for half a year. Possessions can be spent, but treasures can be defended.

although not reconciled, but the day has finally come. She wanted to count how much stock she had, pulled out a small key from her belt, opened the lock and muttered, "Bitch man, you oil □□ essence is going to die sooner or later. I don't have to wait on you. I'm happy to die." Ah! "

she fell to the ground at once.

just now, the moment she opened the box, she saw the contents.

there is no treasure she cherishes, only a child with pale skin and curled up in the box!

Wang Lingjiao screamed in horror, pedaling her legs and moving back. She often locked the box with only one key. How could there be a child in it She can't open it once a month. If there's a child hidden in it, how could she not know How can this child live!

the small box was kicked over by her, the mouth of the box turned over, and the bottom of the box was facing her. There was no movement for a while.

Wang Lingjiao got up from the ground with trembling legs and tried to take a closer look, but she dared not. "there are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

she repaired it so badly that she couldn't deal with ghosts, but it suddenly occurred to her that this was Guanliao, and there were symbols outside the gate and every room. If there were ghosts, she would certainly be able to protect her. She rushed out and took off the seal outside her room and affixed it to her chest.

with Fu Zhuan in front of her chest, as if she had taken a reassurance, she crept into the room, found a fork pole and used it to turn the box over from a distance. There are her babies neatly in it, and there are no children at all.

Wang Lingjiao breathed a sigh of relief and squatted down with the fork pole. She was about to count when she found two white lights under the bed.

those are a pair of eyes.

there is a white child lying under the bed, looking her in the eye.

this is the third time Wen Xun heard Wang Lingjiao scream tonight. He was even angrier and scolded, "stupid bitch!" What a surprise, can't you **ing let me be less annoying "

if the intelligence war situation is not optimistic these days, there is no time to find new beauties, for fear of finding those assassins sent by the trash family, who are not innocent and reliable, and cannot lack a warm bed, he would have let this woman go away. Wen Ying exclaimed, "somebody! Tell her to shut up! "

No one responded. Wen Huan kicked off a stool and his anger shot up even higher: "where the hell are people!"the calling flag, but only summoned a group of women and children in shrouds and crying. Wei Wuyi strangled the rope, glanced around, and asked in a loud voice, "excuse me, a word." Where are the boys...