Chapter 459:

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The second prince looked at him with despair and regret in his eyes. The desperation of this man was dangerous, and it would be better to regret not to play the trick of catching turtles in this urn. He also died comfortably, better than setting a trap instead of being trapped, lying on this icy muddy ground, and living the last moment of his life as a joke.
"Say hello to my third brother." Ning Yi walked away indifferently. "I think he must still be waiting for you underground, waiting to return your false accusation."
The second prince lay unconsciously on the slippery muddy ground, with eyes wide open, and the hot wind that was curled up by the fire rushed around, and the old enemies in the fire who had gone away early in the fire light came with a smile, His fingers were convulsively scratching on the muddy mud, and he grasped the desolate wind full of hands, but he couldn't reach the corner of the man's robe. He sank deeper and deeper under the sky that was flying farther and farther. In the final weightlessness and sinking Before, he murmured:
"A conspirator must die...conspiracy..."
"Ning Yi...I am also waiting for...you."
The ambiguous voice was scattered by the wind with a scorched taste, floating between the heavens and the earth, and the person who walked away did not know it.
The crackling fire was on all sides, the reed pond had been burned, the fire was extremely fast, and the clipper was far away, the two princes on this boat had been reacting for a long time, they did not dare to fight, and jumped to escape , The confluence of the killers who had been buried under the water tried to swim out, but the reed pond was blocked by the fire line, and there was a lot of water there, and how far it had not been. The sailor’s clipper drove, and a round of rounding, most of these people Failed to run away.
On the tidal flat, Gu Nanyi, who has been honestly pretending to be dead, honestly waited until the second prince died, before he rolled up and pushed away Gu Gu who confuses his nose and tears, frowning the mud on his body, and smoothly Throw the short blue arrow between fingers.
Gu Zhizhang held his hand, knelt on the mud, looked at him stupefiedly, his face was full of mud, smeared with tears, and with the expression that was completely unreacted by the daze and consternation, it made people feel not funny but rather uncomfortable. Can't bear it.
Gu Shaoyu, who has been only taking care of herself, finally stopped her hand after she maintained that movement for a full quarter of an hour. After thinking for a while, it seemed that maybe, perhaps, probably, she should give her an explanation.
Then he turned his head to look around and saw the corpse of the second prince. He suddenly remembered that Feng Zhiwei had said, don’t show the child too much cruel things, so he thought he understood the origin of the little girl’s shock, and later realized Stretched out his hand, turned Gu knowing a direction, and raised her hand to cover her eyes.
Feng Zhiwei, who was about to pass by, saw this scene and couldn't help choking. I thought you could only think of the use of covering her eyes now. However, Gu's stupid state finally seemed to be thawed by her careless father, and woke up, Huo Ran snapped his father's hand and grabbed a fierce bite.
"Ouch." The powerful Gu Shao's sore cry for the first time so far-not painful, but shocked.
He stared at Gu knowingly, and the child bit his hand, revealing his white teeth, and a pair of not-so-large but particularly bright eyes stared at him fiercely, like a wolf.
Gu Nanyi frowned, not knowing how her daughter, who had always been very good, became such a virtue. Raising her hand would regain her hand in the mouth of the wolf. I don’t want the little wolf to be so hard that his teeth were deeply bitten in the meat. He wasn’t going to get it back, but he was afraid to use brute force to pull off the little tender tooth.
It's easy to grow so few teeth, forget it.
Master Gu shook his hand and gave her a bite. He didn't feel pain anyway. He was numb to the pain.
He let go of his hand, but Gu knew it, but he slackened, staring at him for a long moment with his mouth open, Huo Di flicked at him, and the little fist hit like a raindrop.
"You are bad! You are bad! You pretend to die! You pretend to die and scare me!"
Master Gu was hit by her, and then almost rushed back into the mud. He glanced at the little girl who did not follow the small fist, and felt that it was a little tricky. Looking back at Feng Zhiwei for help.
Feng Zhiwei was supposed to come over to see if the young master had anything to do. Seeing this scene fell to her feet, she knew the temper of Miss Gu's little girl. She grew up in the grassland and mixed with the group of Hua Qiong and Heng Zheng. The ears are all sturdy styles, and they are planted with a living Buddha, who is worshipped by the grassland people. Not to mention alone, he is also a female overlord. Today, he was scared to death in the drum.
Feng Zhiwei also had a headache for this girl. Gu knew that she had the courage of Hua Qiong but was influenced by Gu Nanyi. It was not as warm and kind as Hua Qiong, and her personality was indifferent. She started the fire. Feng Zhiwei thought that it was not enough influence. To deal with her, she simply turned around and changed the direction of her foot, and ran away.
Master Gu Shao looked at the back of her fledgling, and then looked at the little girl in her arms who couldn't stop wiping her tears and nose, and suddenly felt that women are all bastards.
For the first time in his life, Gu Shaoyu, who had a good temper or no temper, felt trouble and dissatisfaction. He slowly turned his head, glanced at the daughter who was still opening his teeth, raised his hand, lifted her neckline, and took her back to the boat , Ready to go to education.
Gu knew his round body, and in the hands of Master Gu, he was shaking like a punch...
Watching the father and daughter return to the ship, Feng Zhiwei tore off his shirt and waved to Ning Yi.
Ning Yi smiled at her and slowly handed out her wrist.
There was a cross-cutting knife mark on his wrist, and the incision was quite deep. Feng Zhiwei pressed his fingers firmly on the acupuncture points of his wrist veins, carefully wrapped his cloth with his head down, and tightened it in three layers. I was shocked at the time."
She murmured in a low tone. The flaming firelight of the reed pond in the distance shone on her drooping forehead. The entire face outline reflected a fine layer of golden light. The eyes, lashes, and long nose were taller, and the lips were gentle and deep. In the red flashing wind, the flowers bloom undefeated.
In the back of the reed pond in the flame of the crimson firelight, the profile of her head bowed delicately and tenderly, and the fingers resting on his wrist were soft.
Ning Yi looked at her deeply, smiled and smeared a little mud on her forehead with her fingers, and gently said: "I don't want to do this drama, I'll let you do it. I think it's still good for me."