The night is as cool as water, and the silence is endless.

It was late in the night, and the insects outside the window had already stopped singing. The entire Mingshan Villa, except for the guards who watched the night, fell asleep.

Ling Yuan quietly walked out of the dark room, with a chill on his body. The room was as quiet and silent as when he left, but he keenly felt something strange, holding his breath and accumulating his energy, silently bypassing the screen, and slowly raising the curtain. , But saw his wife who was supposed to be asleep, sitting quietly on the bedside at this time.

The breath is stagnant.

Whether it was the one who was bumped into the secret or the one who bumped into the secret, he looked at each other with an expression that could be called calm. Except for the faint beeping sound of the burning candle, there was no other movement at this time.

While staring at each other silently, a small spark suddenly burst from the candle wick. Ling Yuan moved first, and the corners of his mouth curled up as usual. He walked slowly closer, took the coat from the hanger and put it on Jiang Rui's shoulder, warmly voiced concern : "Why does Madam sit on the bedside? Beware of colds."

Although it was a gentle tone, his dull voice, like a dry wood, suddenly sounded in the night, but it was creepy and weird.

Ling Yuan held the person in his arms as if he hadn't noticed it, and held the cooler hand of the other person, "I will cover it with Madam."

Although tonight came suddenly, it was not surprising. He knew that this day would come sooner or later. When he left before, he realized that he couldn't bear to even click on her sleeping point. He realized that this day would be better than previously thought. Come earlier.

He just came out of the dark room and noticed something was wrong, he didn't go back again, nor put on the mask again. In that short moment, he had made a decision.

If it's a Xiaoxiao, he doesn't mind being seen in his true colors, because the other party cannot leave alive. If there are no outsiders, only his wife, who will be seen if she is seen, she is his, and there will be no variables, and he is not allowed to have variables.

"Why don't you speak?" He branded the kiss on her neck, thin and dense, as gentle as a gentle rain.

Jiang Rui turned his head and turned to look at him, "Don't you have anything to tell me?"

Ling Yuan's eyes were obscure, and his voice softly said, "I don't know what Madam wants to hear."

Jiang Rui observed his expression and knew that this was not a shirk. For everyone, the past was not only a good memory, but it could also be dark, bloody, and desperate. She had no intention of asking him to think about it again, and just asked: " Are your legs okay?"

"Yes."

"Are you planning something?"

"Yes."

"Are there life concerns?"

He nodded slowly, "...Yes."

"So," she looked at him, and slowly said, "What about me? If you die, what should I do?"

The hand that was still around the waist paused, and then slowly tightened, as if he was about to rub her into the bones and blood. This question has been avoided by Ling Yuan for a while, but she pointed it out at this time. To the point where it is inevitable.

The enemy has to take revenge, and the enemy's life has to be taken, and when he is planning all this, he has never taken his own safety into consideration. In other words, he is not prepared to keep this life.

But recently, he found that he had begun to lose his life.

In the original plan, he would increase his internal strength to the extreme and the toxins to the extreme when everyone was besieging him. He would become a murder weapon that loses his mind and only knows to kill. There is no need for a murder weapon to stay in the world. He arranged for a backhand. After killing all the enemies, there would be no such person as Ling Yuan in the world.

But these days, there are often other images in his mind, only the two of them, far away from the disputes between the rivers and lakes, the scene of living leisurely.

The scene was so tempting that he knew it was impossible, but couldn't help but dream about it from time to time.

The person in his arms was still looking at him, waiting for an answer, he realized that his voice was so dry that he couldn't make a sound for a while.

Jiang Rui sat up in his arms, put his hands around his neck, put his forehead against his forehead, and said in a low voice: "I don't care if you are a good person or a bad person, and whether you want to do good or bad things, I only ask you, wish Don't want to grow old with me?"

The tone of her speech did not fluctuate too much, and her expression was nothing like usual. Ling Yuan always thought that his wife was a weak woman, but at this moment, for some reason, she suddenly felt that there was a feeling in her delicate body. A powerful force, it seems that as long as he nodded and said yes, then his dreams could come true.

No matter whether it will come true, he is willing, because that is his best dream.

"...Yes," he said, his voice dry.

Jiang Rui lightly pressed his lips, like a reward, and asked, "Do you believe me?"

Ling Yuan smiled bitterly after hearing the words, "Believe it."

At the moment, he didn't know that his wife was wrong. He had suspected that her identity was not simple before, but he didn't care at that time, because he had confidence to control everything. Now he found that he was overconfident, but even so, he still believed her, maybe even if she pushed the dagger into his chest at this time, he would still believe her, this is the reason why he smiled bitterly at him.

Jiang Rui kissed his lips again, "I won't hurt you."

Ling Yuan held her waist with one hand, and the other hand on her back, as if sitting on her lap with a child in her arms, "I believe in Madam." After a pause, he said, "If Madam would like to listen. , There is nothing to say, just a long smelly foot wrap."

The Ling family in Liuzhou is rumored to be a descendant of the royal family and guarding a treasure. This is a secret of the clan and only the direct descendants know it. However, Ling Yuan's grandfather was a man of heroic personality and had a wide range of contacts. After a drink, he accidentally confided a few words and was heard by people with ulterior motives, which caused the disaster of genocide.

There were more than one hundred people in the family, ranging from the elderly to the three-year-old child who was killed. Ling Yuan was the only one who survived. The nurse replaced him with her son and hid him in the garden pond. The blood shed late in the evening stained the entire pond red, and then was cleaned by a fire.

The perpetrators were all masked and black, but he recognized through the six fingers on one of them. These people were talking to his grandfather not long ago.

He was lucky enough to survive, but he was taken to Lorraine by the previous leader of the demon cult. The demon coach was a kind of evil kung fu. Although the internal force grew rapidly, toxins would breed in the meridians. The leader forced him to practice, and the fight was in the future. It's a pity that Ling Yuan's life is too big to absorb his inner strength. Not only did he not ask people to **** the inner strength away, but he also defeated the former leader, taking his power and the position of leader together.

After gaining strength, he began to probe his enemies. What's ridiculous is that those robbers and bandits, through their Ling family treasures, transformed into a respectable and respected generation in the right way martial arts, but he became a demon demon that everyone shouted and beat.

"... Madam said, should they die?"

His eyes were indistinct under the leaping candlelight, and Jiang Rui could feel that those eyes were staring at him.

She didn't evade and looked at him, "Naturally **** it. But in my eyes, their lives combined are less than a finger of yours, and it's not worth plugging their lives."