Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

His voice rang through the entire grassland.

Shemu, who came here, saw this scene and was forgotten to think.

Song Wu’s body was thrown high and then fell.

That parabola is very beautiful and very strange.

Song Wuyou wanted to control the power of the throw. After all, she was a martial artist in her previous life.

She is well controlled in the light of this kind of thing.

But... why?

Why can't she control this body?

Her whole person, squatting on the ground before Gu Yu had not caught up.

Although the ranch is full of grassland, she is very unlucky enough to have a sculpture.

This is a sculpture of the Diving Dragon Gate. The material is steel, painted on the surface, and lifelike.

Song Wu’s body squatted on the sculpture, then rolled down and rolled a few laps in the grassland.

This toss, Song Wu worry that she is going to die.

Really dying.

She originally wanted to let go of the horse back, so that Gu Yu would blame Song Haoyue.

Can it be... Is she asking for trouble now?

The body hurts so sweetly, and a piece of blood overflows and flows out of the corner of the mouth.

It hurts to faint, and the line of sight becomes blurred.

Song Wu worry lying there, in the ear, there was a rush of horseshoes.

She turned her head weakly and looked at the horseshoe.

Gu Yu rode the horse and ran towards her.

She seems to see tension and panic from his handsome face.

There was still a distance, the horse had not stopped, and the whole man jumped from the horse back and strode over.

"Song Worry--"

As he rushed over, he called her name anxiously.

The worry and panic on his face was not pretending.

Seeing this, Song’s worry-free heart, a glimpse.

The blurred line of sight, as if to see the armor, armed with a long sword.

The background turned into a battlefield with dust and sand. He was wearing armor and was so cool and handsome to fight with the enemy.

The muscles on his face are twisted, the iron armor is covered with blood, and his eyes are like bloodthirsty blood.

A sword is a human life, and anyone who is close to him will die in his hands.

He is like killing God, killing God on the top...

"Song Worry!"

When I saw the sculpture in Song Worry, I rolled down again, and Gu’s heart stopped at that moment.

He rushed up, hugged her, and held her tightly in her arms.

"Don't be afraid!" At the moment he hugged her, he clearly felt that the other's body was shaking.

The blood stuck in the throat, he was hugged, his neck moved, and a thick black blood spouted out.

Sliding down the chin, dyed the chest and the clothes before.

Seeing such a situation, Gu Yu was scared to death.

"I will send you to the hospital!" Gu Yu will hold up Song Worry.

Song Wu worry did not let himself faint.

Her blurred vision, looking straight at Gu Yu.

After clearly feeling his breath, Song Wuxi clung to his arm.

Her murky and unclear brain, what she thought at this time, was a thing of the past.

"Oriental Xuan... Please... Don't marry me nine people..."

Her younger brother, just married, her mother-in-law, very old. How do you want to kill them?

He forgot, when he was a child, he often went to her house to eat and play. Does she love her as a biological son?

Gu Yu listened, and his heart groaned.

He looked down and looked at the woman who was already in his arms.

Oriental Xuan?

Who is Dongfang Xuan?

"Song worry-free, you wake up!" Gu Yu patted Song's face, but helpless Song has been fainted.

Gu Yu picked her up and found that she did not know when to stand in front.

Muqin hangs his hands on his side and holds his fist tightly.

His gaze fell straight on Song’s face.

This is a contemptuous peach eye, at this time rolling over the waves.

Seeing him as Shen Zun stood there and did not move, Gu Yu looked at him coldly, then holding Song Wu worry, striding toward Ah Hei.

Gu Yu put Song Wu worry on the horse back, held her in one hand, grabbed the horse rope in one hand, and then jumped handsomely, sat on the horseback, and rode wildly.

The animal husbandry figure stood there straight, and the peach eyes that were rolling in the stormy waves gradually calmed down.

His gaze, looking at the distant horses, his eyes narrow, the oriental mystery -