Chapter 1862: Nanhao Wang's killer wife (43)

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She didn't know that she was going back to Muxue Hall. She didn't even know that she should face Nanyi.
For her, it seems that it is not so sad, but the mood is so low.
The candlelight in the hall was swaying, and he left a lamp as if waiting for her to go home.
Suddenly, Luo Ding felt that he seemed to have a little understanding of Nan Yi. He is not as peaceful as he imagined, and the deepest secrets are always hidden in his heart and not told outsiders.
"Come back." He stood up with his hand, standing under the candlelight, a white coat like snow, seemed to be waiting for something, and seemed to be afraid of something.
The deep uneasiness in the heart came from the bottom of my heart. He looked at her eyebrows and his eyebrows glimpsed.
"Yeah." She faintly responded, stepping forward in the direction of light.
Nan Yizhen looked at her eyes and gently squinted at her deep eyes and knew that she knew everything she knew.
"you……"
"I have a few questions to ask you." Her tone is cold, and the tone of deliberate alienation can be heard at once.
"You ask." He looked at her eyebrows, and the candlelight looked so beautiful as her clear eyes.
He has a slight glimpse in his heart. Under the strong heart is a heart that only he knows and is extremely fragile.
"Do you know that I am a witch saint?" She was in a quiet voice, and she had a faint stream of light at the end of her eyes.
"Yes."
"Do you know that I am Luo Ding?"
"Yes."
"Nan Wang agrees that I am married to you because I am right?"
"Yes."
"Nan Yi, you really know everything." Luo dust closed his eyes and his right hand trembled, his mouth unconsciously outlined a self-deprecating smile.
It turned out that there was no good feeling that stayed at 50% for this reason. It turned out that she had never walked into his heart.
"Dust--" He whispered for her, as if he wanted to explain something. But all the words are stuck in the throat, and I can't say a word.
In an instant, the candle light swayed, and the entire Muxue Hall instantly fell into a darkness.
The window behind him was smashed and crushed. A man in a black night uniform attacked in the direction of Luo Ding.
She can hide, but she does not hide...
Between the electric and the flint, a white coat like a snow figure was in front of her, and the body shape quickly took off the long sword in the assassin's hand.
I saw his cold eyes lifted, thin lips and light teeth: "Who?"
"Mu Wang is driving -"
The door was opened, and Mu Han Che was standing outside the door with a black black coat. She looked at her with a touch of dark light in her eyes: "It's time to go home."
It's time to go home!
It's time to go home!
It's time to go home!
If the original words can be heard by the original master, how much will it be touched.
Unfortunately, she can no longer hear it... She never regrets falling in love with Mu Han, even if this man is indifferent to a desperate situation.
Nan Yi's eyebrows squinted and looked at Luo's dusty, watery scorpion, and instantly understood what the assassin had just said.
But what about it? Even if he knew that he would still be her even if time came again.
Because I can't do it... let her suffer any harm...
"I still have one last question." She turned her eyes and shone with a shallow mist, licking her lips: "Do you know the killer of my country?"
"Yes."
The wind blew outside the window, and the heavy snow flew into the Muxue Hall. They look at each other like this, as if they look at it for a year, it is a million years.