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A long whistle sounded from a distance, and vaguely smoked.

The train departed.

The wheels rubbed against the railroad tracks and made a harsh noise.

Ji Ze looked down at the man in her arms. She didn't seem to realize the danger was coming.

"The car is coming."

"I know." She stretched out her hands and walked under his arm, like the softest yet unbreakable branch, wrapped around him and melted into her breath.

"Since Hu Jun doesn't want to live anymore, the concubine is not alive anymore. Let's go down and be a companion."

Ji Ze shuddered.

"You ... want to follow me?"

Lin Lang did not answer directly, but instead said, "I heard that Huang Quanlu is very dark. Husband, I'm a little scared. You hug me and hug a little more."

Ji Ze involuntarily hugged her even harder.

The scent of her hair, warm breath, soft skin, every inch is so familiar, familiar as if it is part of the bone blood, inseparable.

During this time, he had been thinking about how to escape from her and rebel against her. On the surface, he had to please her and flatter her. However, he was unconsciously accustomed to the existence of the other party.

He longed to be valued and acknowledged by her, even if it was realized by another form of punishment.

"Don't you lie to me? Are you willing to die with me?" He carefully searched the expression on her face with his eyes, and refused to let go of anything strange.

Lin Lang watched him slowly, his head buried in his shoulder socket.

The train approached quickly, and Ji Ze vaguely heard the cry urging ahead.

And she didn't leave.

With him, stay in front of the train and on the rails, even if the next second is blood splatter.

She didn't even raise her face to look at the horrified eyes of the people around her, completely, and gave him the choice of life and death.

With the same life and death, Huang Quan went with him.

Is this her new lie? Will he crush his bones?

This kind of love, such as mellow wine is sweet and clear, but he does not know whether to wear sausage wine or intoxicating wine.

She is too good at acting, he can't tell the truth.

"I ... can I believe you?"

Ji Ze's fingers swept through her broken hair on her temples, stroked her eyebrows, and muttered to herself.

"Zizizi—"

The sound of the train is too loud, and it is noisy next to it.

They are only two or three meters away.

Ji Ze didn't move.

Lin Lang was also docile in his arms.

Suddenly, his long arm exerted force, tightly holding Lin Lang's waist, like iron wire, winding her around in a circle, and he couldn't break away anymore.

"That lady, let's go to the capital together."

The man leaned over her ears, with a gentle cruelty and indifference, "Since you love me, you will not be willing to let me go alone, right?"

He pressed her hard with his palm and refused to let him escape.

She wanted to run too late.

Lin Lang felt that there must be bruises in the waist.

She didn't say anything. The lips against the man's neck opened gently, "Okay."

The corner of his mouth picked up slightly.

"Ah, it's dead--"

Someone saw this scene of "martyrdom" and screamed subconsciously.

Later, after rubbing his eyes, he discovered that there was a person lying next to the railroad track, and the train was just passing by.

"Your husband and wife are also true, you can't suicide if you can't think of it ..."

The stranger who was frightened by their cold sweat touched their heads and had to come over and make a few words, "What contradiction can't be said well? It took ten years to repair the same boat, and one hundred years to sleep together!"

Ji Ze did not respond to him.

On the occasion of a sudden attack, he suddenly rolled Lin Lang to the side and escaped.

"Husband?" Lin Lang's expression was puzzled. "Not to ..."

"Not dying, shall we not die, okay?" He lay on the ground, the back of his hand was torn by the sand, and blood beads oozed out, but he did not care, his eyes were absorbed, reflecting his wife's appearance.

He raised his hand slightly and brushed away the dust on her cheek.

"I haven't lived enough and don't want to die."

"I haven't loved a person yet and don't want to die."

"I have not yet……"

Lin Lang raised his finger and blocked it between his lips.

"Then let's go home."

"it is good."

Ji Ze kissed her finger, extremely silky, no one was around.

stranger:"……"

Is his sense of existence so weak?

Returning to Jifu again, Jize's state of mind is quite different.

Ji Mu again caught the "missing addicted" son at the door.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you let Huixin accompany Huixin well? Why did I hear Huixin say that you haven't been to her side in a day? If you go on like this, how can you ask Niang to explain to the Qin family?" She He turned back and stared, "Is it a good thing you did? A womanish woman, all day long deliriously crawling on the head of the grandfather as a blessing, or not to shame?"

"Yeah please."

Ji Ze held Lin Lang's hand and looked directly at Ji Mu's dumbfounded expression.

"You ... what are you talking about?"

The man's expression was sober and the statement was clear, "I am her man, and her spoiled and jealous temper and temper are also my spoils. If the mother is not used to it, even if it is directed at her son, don't trouble my wife."

Compared to the previous two unnatural, Ji Ze's response this time is more determined and decisive.

"Mother, I hope you remember that my wife is the hostess of Jifu, the only head of the house, and I will ask you to be kind to her in the future."

Ji Mu had never seen such a son, but she felt a little strange, and said, "But Huixin is you ..."

"I just want to cherish Lin Lang now." Ji Ze turned to look at the woman next to him. "After some things, I realized that some people are more worthy of my protection."

With that said, he didn't give Ji Mu any time to react and took Lin Lang away.

As soon as he entered the door, Ji Ze stood behind Lin Lang, unbuttoned her coat button naturally, hung it on the wooden coat rack, and smoothed the wrinkles carefully.

"You sit down for a while, I will make some hot water for you to drive away the cold." Ji Ze went out again.

Lin Lang smiled and watched him leave.

When he came back, he saw a box spread out on the bed, Lin Lang was putting things inside. He approached it and saw some gadgets such as leather whips, handcuffs, red candles.

There was a blast of heat on Ji Ze's thin skin, he turned his head uncomfortably and said dumbly, "Do you ... want to play the game again?"

Lin Lang said, "Don't the husband like these things? The concubine is going to clean up and burn directly into the fire, saving the husband from looking upset."

Ji Ze was stunned, and warmth came to his heart.

The woman looked down and smiled at him, "Aren't we all right? We have to start over, tolerate each other, be honest, and never separate from each other. The concubine also wants to do something for the husband, even if it is only a trivial change . "

He unconsciously rubbed the pockets of his trousers with a pocket watch hidden inside.

That was the last chance Burt left him.

Lin Lang closed the box, put on a brass lock, and put it up at the foot of the bed. After doing this, she rolled up the bed sheet stained with blood again, took the new quilt from the cupboard again, raised her hand and shook it away, and Jize peeked into the corner of the embroidered Bianlian.

She bent down and smoothed the creases of the quilt.

Unexpectedly, she tightened her waist and was pulled up by a force, and the whole person stumbled and fell on his chest.

"Sorry, I have something to hide from you!"

"Husband?" She looked up and wondered how he met his eyes.

The copper-gold pocket watch shook off in front of her eyes, and the edges were painted with ink and blue.

"this is?"

Ji Ze was silent for a while, "Bert gave me my token. He had a life-long friendship with Master Pan, and he can use this token to let the other party fulfill his wish."

Lin Lang listened, surprised.

She really didn't expect that the male master had concealed a trick. Lin Lang shouted at the bottom of his heart, that the male owner was worthy of being the son of destiny, and she was made like this by her, and there was still noble help.

If he had not confessed voluntarily, she would not find this important clue.

So to speak, does this shrewd man really believe her lie?

"Husband, do you want to get rid of your concubine?"

Lin Lang lowered her head, and everyone with a discerning eye could see that her emotions were relatively low.

"If possible, there is a request before the concubine dies."

There was a choked voice in her tone, "Fujun, the last shroud, can the Junjun put it on for the concubine?"

Ji Ze couldn't see her tearful look, and quickly hugged him into his arms, and he couldn't touch the soft hair with his palm, "What are you talking about? You won't die, I won't let you die . Even if we are going to die, after a hundred years, our children and grandchildren will wrap their knees and end their lives! "

"Really?"

Lin Lang moved and blinked, and the tears rolling in her eyes suddenly rolled down and crossed her cheeks.

"Really, what I said never counted."

He gently wiped her cheek with the back of his hand, and it was like coaxing a child. The pocket watch hung on Lin Lang's neck. "Look, I gave it to you, don't you be afraid?"

"Is this okay?" Lin Lang picked up the silver chain with his fingers and said deliberately, "This was specially given by Mr. Burt to the husband for self-defense. You gave the concubine this evil woman who did nothing evil and might regret it later."

Ji Ze couldn't help laughing when she listened to her "bitter speech".

His teeth did not grow well, the tiger teeth were slightly warped, and he was usually reserved when he smiled, and no one else saw anything strange. This was the first time Lin Lang saw such a smile from his face. His white teeth were exposed, and he was hearty and unscrupulous. Instead of being a man, he was more like a 17- or 18-year-old boy without a castle.

"There is a saying called close to Zhu Zhechi, close to Mexican black. If the wife is killing and setting fire, the husband should be the one who let the wind blow at the door."

"Do you really regret it?"

"No regrets."

He leaned over and kissed skillfully.

Lin Lang folded his wrists and was about to hook the man's neck, but the other party was more active than her. She didn't need to say that, she stuck it up, her body was close to her, and she couldn't breathe, as if she was just beginning to love. Not willing to leave.

Good boy.

Your life now belongs to me.