Clear and Muddy Loss of Love (MTL) (1)

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Qi Yan has kept this curled up posture, but the pain in her heart has become clearer and clearer.

She was biting her lips, and her silk blouse was choked with layers of folds. Qi Yan's consciousness was blurred, and she finally passed out and fell asleep.

In her dream, she returned ten years ago, and Liu Huo was running hard with all her strength. The plow warriors were overtaken by the iron rider led by Ding Yi due to the lack of people, and pierced ...

The desperate shout of Bouchin before his death echoed: "Prince, run away!"

One person and one ride came to the edge of the cliff, Ding Yi stopped the team and walked towards him slowly from a distance.

With a hissing noise, they jumped into the turbulent Luoshui.

In the early spring, the flood was so turbid that the river was so turbulent that she kept rushing into Agura's nose and nose. She clung to the neck of Liu Huo helplessly and struggled desperately ...

The sky outside was just too bright, and Nangong Jingnu snorted unwell, and opened her sour eyes because of breathing difficulties.

She felt a fiery body clinging to her entire back, and a wave of oppression came from her waist.

Nangong Jingnv whispered, turned her head to see Qi Yan's forehead pressed against her back shoulder, and hugged her waist tightly with both hands.

"Qi Yan?"

"Cough cough cough." Qi Yan coughed violently, her eyes closed with a thin layer of thin sweat, her expression pained.

"what happened to you?"

Qi Yan didn't answer, but the arms around Nangong Jingnv's waist were getting tighter and tighter. Nangong Jingnv frowned, and exhausted her whole body to barely split the arm around her waist, lying flatly. body.

Nangong Jingnv turned her head to look: the other side flashed fear and despair like never before, her body trembled and her hands waved wildly, as if she wanted to catch something.

Nangong Jingnv held back a headache: "Qi Yan?"

"Ahem ..."

"Liu Huo, Liu Huo save me! Kekeke ..."

Nangong Jingnv looked at Qi Yan as if drowning, and seemed to understand something.

She stared at Qi Yan and reached out and grabbed her waving arm. The expression of the latter was as loose as catching the life-saving straw, and she held Nangong Jingnu's arm by the way.

"Steam fire ..."

Nangong Jingnu moved her arms, but found that it was tighter than the last one, and she couldn't pull it out at all.

With a little more effort, Qi Yan's expression would become panicked.

Nangong Jingnv had no choice but to let Qi Yan hold herself like this, before drunk and soon woke up again.

In the early morning, Chun Tao and Qiu Ju invited several times outside the hall and did not agree. Coupled with the fact that the horse and the princess were sleeping together last night, the two would order the kitchenette to warm the breakfast, without bothering again.

Nangong Jingnu wakes up three times a day, she feels a warm breath and hits her ears, a little itchy.

Turning his head, Qi Yan's sleeping face came into view, close at hand.

This is the first time Nangong Jingnu has looked at him so closely. This person is usually courteous, but I don't know why she always feels that Qi Yan's expression is not vivid enough, maybe because of eye disease? There was always a mist in his eyes that made him invisible.