Chapter 777: Awkward identity

Chapter 777's identity
"Then stop and stop, wait until tomorrow." Ouyang Shaohao said faintly, the soft kiss fell on the neck of Murong Xuebai, and smudged a bright red plum.
Murong Xue’s face was dark and forced to push Ouyang Shaohao:
You can’t wait for the first time... wait until I finish talking... I’ll finish it soon...

Ouyang Shaohao disapproved, and his arms hugged the small waist of Murong Xue: "We have time...not to be late tomorrow..."
Murong Xue also wants to say the reason again. The lips of Ouyang Shaohao are printed on her lips, and all the words she wants to say are swallowed into the belly...
The clear pool of water instantly became hot, and the calm water rippled a circle of ripples. The petals on the water kept shaking, and the reflections reflected the pearls of the night pearls.
When Murong Xue woke up, the sky was already bright, and the bright sunshine sprinkled on the big bed through the lattice window. Ouyang Shaohao wore a white coat and was sitting next to her reading a book. Her eyes were half-squinting and she was looking at him. Road: "When is it?"
"Just when it was (7:00 am to 9:00 am)." Ouyang Shaohao said faintly, put down the book and looked at Murong Xue: "It is still early, you will sleep again."
"I have a good rest, not sleepy." Murong Xue shook her head and sat up slowly. When she and Aiyi climbed the cliff, every time they climbed, they would rest and rest. It was not particularly tired, only the remaining ones. Exhausted, after the rest of last night, all disappeared without a trace, but Ouyang Shaohao, from the blue flame came to Turk, seven days and seven nights did not rest, should be tired than her, how can wake up than her Still early...
Murong Xue was puzzled, and the thin silk was slipped off, revealing her body covered with bruises. The look of Ouyang Shaodi’s bottom was a bit deep, and she slowly took a white coat and put it on her. On the body, she smacked her shoulders: "The martial arts people are full of energy, no matter how tired, just rest for one night, you can recover..."
"Really!" Murong Xue was full of surprise, carefully staring at Ouyang Shaohao, only to see the face as usual, there is no green shadow under the eyes, obsidian-like eyes are deep like a pool, no longer half-tired...
Ouyang Shaohao really recovered as it was, and he couldn’t see it at all. He had been driving for seven days and seven nights.
The ancient martial arts people have internal strength, Ouyang Shaohao can recover so quickly, it should be grace for his internal strength, and she seems to have half the internal force of Ouyang Shaohao, her resilience is much worse than Ouyang Shaohao...
Murong Xue thought in his heart, looking at Ouyang Shaohao with a gaze: "Why, when can I have the same internal strength as you?" Her internal strength is the same as him, and her resilience should be the same.
Ouyang Shaohao looked at her carefully and said faintly: "If you practice the internal strength of 20 or 30 years, it should be almost the same."
Murong Xue slightly frowned: "Did you not practice for more than ten years?" Why should she practice for twenty or thirty years?
"The internal strength is to look at the qualifications. With your qualifications, it takes two or three decades to develop the same internal force as me. It is already very good..." Ouyang Shaohao said the lightness, Murong Xue beautiful face It’s black in the blink of an eye: I want to say that her qualifications are poor, and I’m going to say that she’s ridiculed her...
Murong Xue was angry and clutched the waist of Ouyang Shaohao. He squeezed it hard. He didn’t want to, his waist was hard, and she couldn’t pinch it...
"Shi Zi, Shi Zi, the woman has already awakened." There was no trace of respectful screams coming from outside the door.
Murong Xue is a glimpse: woman? What woman?
Then she remembered that she had saved her in the hands of the short-sleeved babies. The woman who had no trace of her mouth said that she was looking at her scarred look. Murong Xue thought she would at least be in a coma for three or four days. Thinking of it, she woke up so quickly: "She is in the room now?"
"No, she came here and wanted to thank the son of the world, the life-saving grace of the world." No traces were actually returned.
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows gently. She just came to wake up and thanked the woman. The woman was a grateful person: "Let her come in."
Murong Xue dressed the dress at the fastest speed, combed his hair, and took the arm of Ouyang Shaohao out of the inner room and came to the front hall.
A woman in a green dress jumped in with the help of two thick shackles. She was pale, her lips were pale, and her delicate face was whipped out with two deep blood marks. The unspeakable cockroaches, exposed on the outer neck, wrist and other skin, are also covered with deep and shallow scars, the appearance is very miserable...
The woman walked to Ouyang Shaohao, in front of Murong Xue, slowly stumbled and giggled: "The slaves thank the son, the lady is saving the grace."
Ouyang Shaohao looked faint, holding tea and scorning, and did not look at the woman.
Murong Xue looked faint and looked at the woman: "Which person are you in the house, how can you make this look?"
"Back to the lady, the slave is called Ahuan. It is the dowry of the Shangshu House of the Ministry of Education. The son of Shangshu, Cuipu, is the slave of the slave. He is fierce and brutal. He likes to abuse the woman every night. A few days ago, he was named to the name..." A-ring said lowly, the hoarse voice revealed the sadness and fear that could not be said.
Murong Xue slightly frowns: "Miss your family, do you care about your life and death?" Then again, she is also the dowry of Mrs. Cuipu...
A ring smiles: "Cui Pu has married my lady, but she does not respect, does not care, but also punches and kicks every day. My lady is beaten and bruised, and the scars are scarred. Miss even can't keep her life, how can she still protect? Live the slaves..."
Murong Xue's brow wrinkles more tightly. The Turkic man knows that she knows it, but if this kind of jealousy is reflected in the woman's body, it is really annoying: "So why don't she go to her family for help?"
Turkic is also a country with a strict hierarchy. Marrying and paying attention to the door-to-door, and being able to marry the Shangshu government, it is certainly also the official home. As long as the lady goes to her family for help, she should be able to get rid of this miserable life...
A-ring’s bitter smile is even stronger:
Miss is naturally asking for help from her family, but Miss’s father and brother are not high-ranking, and they dare not offend Shangshufu, and dare not be fair to the lady...

Murong Xue frowned, her mother was weak, and she did not dare to marry her daughter. She had to marry her daughter in the husband’s family. She had heard of it before. I did not expect that today I saw: "Your lady is now how is it?"
"I was seriously injured and stayed in bed..." Ahua said in a low voice. "The four dowry dowry that married with the lady in the past, only one slave, the other three have been tortured by Cui Pu." . . . The slaves fight for the last trace of strength to escape from Shangshufu. They are ready to go to the Hanwangfu, find the cold prince, and ask him to help look after the young lady one or two..."
Murong Xue glanced at him: "You said that the cold prince will not be Tuo Han?"
"It is him!" A-ring focuses on the head: In addition to the extension of the cold, no one can be called the cold king.
Murong Xue has a faint gaze: "What is the relationship between your lady and the cold king?"
"Cousin," A-ring said softly: "My aunt's aunt is the side of Han's father..."
Murong Xue has no choice but to pay for it. Tuo Han is the one who is out of the cold. The lady of Ahuan is the prostitute of the side, and the cousin of Tuo Han is a table of three thousand miles away...
(End of this chapter)