Chapter 35: Loyal dog breeds ten

The dungeons in the mountains are divided into upper and lower layers. The lower level is the condemned prisoner who committed a felony. There are also some people whose identity is unknown. It is said to have been a nobleman. But as long as they enter here, they will not expect to have the day to be rescued.
The custody on the upper level is basically like Wen Ruo and Mo Xie. In the future, there may be light crimes that are released by extra enlightenment.
The general jailer will not be particularly difficult for them. Who knows where the wind will turn, and the big man who looks at his face carefully before the next moment, maybe the next moment, will be raised by Wen Hou to regain power.
The jailers who live at the bottom also know how to survive. Therefore, when Wen Ruyi handed out a round pearl earring from the small window on the iron gate, he gave a very nice little oil lamp.
Don't look at the things that are worthless outside, and change them in this eerie place. A little bit of light, maybe a prisoner with a healthy mind can stay for a few more months.
The old jailer wiped the dust on the pearl with his dry hands, and sneaked into his arms and continued to inspect his territory.
Together with yesterday's healing medicine and water, he has helped his own prostitute to complete a pair of earrings, plus a jade bracelet.
Most of the daughters who have been locked in here have not suffered any hardships. They are too expensive and expensive. They will automatically take out the belongings for more things in exchange for more time.
The prisoner who cooperated in this way is his favorite. The old jailer walked away and thought about it. The idiot, Miss Nine’s cell, still lacks something.
Yesterday, the wife of the family also turned over the bed at the bottom of the pressure box, but she did not mention it when she changed things.
Is it a fool of the rich people because they have not slept in the cotton wool, so I want to try a few more days? really weird. The old jailer scratched his head and was puzzled.
The temperature in the door was no matter what the old man thought. She carefully lit the wick and placed the faint light on the ground next to the sleeping Moxie.
Being caught back is only one day and one night, but it seems to have gone through a long time. Not long after giving Moxie the last night, he started a high fever.
Others are burnt, and the mouth is talking about the unknown past that is buried in the bottom of my heart. But when it came to Moxie, he was clenching his teeth and he was not a word.
The sweat soaked his black hair, and Mo Xie slept unsteadily.
There are too many souls dead under his knife. Moxie never refutes. After he dies, he will always swear the curse of Hebi Hell. He will pierce the heart of the man with a sword, and then close his eyes with silence.
His destiny should be like that. From the day when Moxie killed his first child in the camp, he knew that he would never wash the hands that were stained with blood.
At this moment, he seems to be trapped in the blood of a corpse, and his eyes are full of sticky red blood that covers the sky.
Looking up and seeing the high wall above, a woman's corpse hangs at the door end. The familiar moon-white wide-sleeved robe is covered with bloodstains and sag. The long black hair is scattered and the wind is slightly floating.
Wen Hou and Yan Renqing stood on the tower on the left and right, looking down on themselves, as if to say, you can help me.
He seemed to be able to hear his name from the distant distance, and heard the gentle and inaudible soft voice calling him low.
This is an illusion, how can someone who has died, how can he still whisper in his ear? She died and was killed by herself.
Mo is stunned and struggling to crawl in the blood.
The bean's sweat fell from his forehead, and Wen was distressed to use his own tearing clothes to put some water on it, and to cool him over and over again.
They all blame her for being too smug yesterday, and casually said that even if she was not allowed to go out after Wen Hou, she would be willing to die with Mo Xie in prison.
This is a sentence that spoils the confession, but did not expect to inadvertently arouse his embarrassment.
Wen did not know that when she was stunned by Wen Hou, Mo Xie hated herself for not listening to her.
He was not defeated by Wen’s guards. When the person who was holding her put the knife on the warm neck, Mo Xie gave up the resistance and smashed.
He could have gone, but Mo Xie, who was crushed by fear, would rather resist their arrogance and vent their anger, and did not take a step toward the gate.
If the owner dies, he will never live alone. This is the only evil in the coma, the only thought in the simple heart.
As if he sucked his nose, he couldn't help but smudge the water with his fingertips and moisturize his tight lips.
Perhaps Mo Xie has become accustomed to everything, and he is alone. It is a lonely and lonely boy who will put fear and grievances in his heart and take all the faults to himself.
When Wen was thinking about the knot of Mo Xie, he could not help but regret his rash behavior. Such a pure and distressing man deserves her more prudent treatment.
Fortunately, the high heat on him has gradually declined. Otherwise, Wen does not know how to be good. She bowed, opened his broken hair, and put his forehead against his forehead, confirming that it was not as hot as before, and finally a long sigh of relief.
His good-looking thick eyebrows twitched slightly, and the long eyelashes shook slightly because of the restless dreams.
Wen Ruo stretched his arms around his tight waist and leaned against his chest, swearing softly: "A fool, get better soon, I will take you out of here, believe me, everything will be fine."
Moxie didn't know how he had survived this nightmare, perhaps because of the whispering whispers everywhere, perhaps because of the warmth of the dreams.
So, when he woke up and saw the warmth of sleeping on his chest, he was not surprised at all.
His fingers were slightly moving, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and touched her cheek gently.
She is still alive, really not a dream.
Mo Xie could not help but red eyes, and the soft touch left on the fingertips was also warm. He slowly flattened his arm and made her feel a little more comfortable, lest her movements wake her up.
Mo Xie did not notice that his actions at the moment were far from the previous ones reminding the owner that he could not be over. He was just happy to be grateful, and Wen was still alive and sleeping in his arms.
She is alive, nothing can be more important than this.
Mo Xie, who had survived the ghost gate, was very quick. When he was in the afternoon, he was able to sit up with the power of warmth.
The days in prison are very boring. Seeing that Moxie has passed the dangerous period, the mood is very good.
When the mood is good, the words will start to increase.
In the past, Mo Xie couldn't bear it anymore. He could still run through the window. Now he is here. The cell is so big. Don't say that he can't run, even if he is walking, he can't escape.
Wen was so pleased to pull his cuffs, and in the past seven years, if he had not had time to say anything before he fled, he said all the choices.
When I think about where to say, Wen Ru is very happy, and I have forgotten that I have always thought about the sadness that I have to follow my master.
He was helplessly lying on the stinky cotton wool, staring at the top of the faint light like a bean, silently counting the rock's lines against the warm sound waves.
"Mo Xie, are you saying?" After waiting for a long time, he didn't see him returning. Wen was leaning over and squatting down, laughing at the hair and licking his ears.
Mo Xie leaned away and sighed and said: "...Yes." In fact, he didn't even understand what she was saying. The complicated relationship between the eight aunts in her mouth had already fainted him.
Mo Xie does not understand why he cares about the family life of Wen’s nurses and sisters. With those leisure time, it is better to go and practice a few more swords.
"You can't do this negatively," Wen said, shaking his head and pulling his twisted face. He said, "We must integrate into the crowd later. You must learn how to deal with strangers, or you will be bullied." , how come that?"
Mo Xie’s face was slightly red, and he was still not used to the fact that Miss liked to act on his hands. Fortunately, the lights were dim, and no one could find his shame.
He coveted: "No one can bully me, except for Miss, Moxie doesn't care what others think."
Wen is so embarrassed.
Is this the legendary, he is strong, he is strong, the breeze is on the hills, he is crossed by him, and the moon shines on the river? The realm of the little guards does not seem to be low.
Wen Ruo blinked. The problem is that she does not want Mo Xie to be like this in the future. She thinks that he can be cheerful, not to be indifferent to her.
His life is also very precious, and he can't take care of her when he meets her.
Such a rib of Moxie, Wen Ruo how to rest assured. If she was taken away later, or could not return to him for a while, he would not have to go crazy again.
Wen Ruo did not know what to say, but only changed the subject: "You are not hungry, or will I have to change it for you?"
Mo Xie looked up at her plain hair, and there was only the last jade left on him. His young lady had been thrifty in this way. During the incompetent coma, she did not know how much suffering she suffered.
Mo Mo’s heart was uncomfortable. He shook his head gently:
I’m not hungry, you don’t have to ask the gang to see the high killing.

"That's how to see high and low, I don't have to ask for help. It's fair to deliver the money in one hand. If you don't have them, your injury is not so fast." Wen Ruo chuckled and chuckled. His handsome face, picked up the jade in the hair and turned up.
If you don't make a point, how can you make up for so much blood? If Dunton only eats pickles, and wait until the day when Wen Hou really puts them out, he might not even be able to raise his sword.
Wen Ruo took the iron gate to attract people. In the old face of the old jailer, the white jade shook in front of his eyes: "This is the best craftsman who crafted the carved jade, and you are cheaper for you." , add more red dates."
Seeing that his eyes were quilted and couldn't find it, he laughed out a big yellow tooth, and Wen added another sentence. "Give another Gong barrel to come in, remember to be new, but if there is a trace of used, our transaction will be cancelled. ""
The jailer smiled and licked his hand, and he should be ready to turn around.
He knew that she still had a lot of good things, and that he wouldn't be stupid to do it. The command of Wen Hou has come down. He wants him to be careful to wait for Miss Nine, but he dare not let her have any more damage.
In a few days, when the general returned to the city, she would dress her beautifully and gracefully. If he dares to be tempted by Wen and is a big mistake, he is really tired.
Everyone is happy now, how good it is, a group of qi, and every need.
He secretly asked the wife to add more good things in the soup, and it is necessary to satisfy the guests. Miss is beautiful, after entering the government, how can the generals love her? It is always good to have a good relationship. 2k novel reading network