The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao looked at Song Yan, who kept shaking her head, and laughed evilly.

"Do you want to say it? But we don't want to know what to do?" Ning Mengyao looked at Song Yan with innocence, and she suddenly didn't want to know.

"No, no, you let me go, I don't want to be disfigured, don't." Even if it is another injury, as long as it is good to raise, if you don't disfigure yourself, then...

Thinking about this result, Song Yan felt terrible. She could suffer any injury, but she could not hurt her face.

"You said, I put your face like Moline. Is this a good look?" Ning Mengyao looked at Moline and glanced at him, laughing at the woman in front of him, smiling.

Song Yan hasn't done anything yet. Moline's face is black first. What happened to his face? Called her? What do you want to pull on yourself?

"No, I don't want to be like that ugly, I don't want it." Song Yan kept shaking her head, her eyes full of fear of Ning Mengyao, she was afraid that Ning Mengyao would really give her face The way that became Moline.

Morin’s face, as long as she glanced at it, she didn’t want to watch it for the second time. After all, it was so disgusting, how could the terrible face appear on her face?

Moline’s face is not only black, but purple. This dead woman dares to say that he is ugly.

Yufeng reached out and patted Moline's shoulder. He smiled very uncomfortably and looked at Moline. This is the rhythm to be mad.

"Is it ugly? I thought you liked it. I also let you become like this. Don't you like Maolin very much? Isn't it good for him to become like this? Are you right?" Ning Mengyao is close to Song Yan. Whispered in her ear, the voice made Song Yan keep shaking his head.

"No, I don't like her. I like Nalan, hehe." Nalan just exported, Song Yan's eyes suddenly widened, and then there was no breath.

Ning Mengyao looked at Song Yan, who was already dead. His face became very ugly. Was she obstaged?

This just has to know who did it, and the person was killed. This result made Ning Mengyao very dislike.

Moline's brow is also tightly wrinkled. Who is Song Yan saying, who is the Nalan family?

Song Yan’s death made Mrs. Mo’s face look very unsightly, but the expression was not like sadness, but it was a bit like fear. It seemed that it was because Song Yan died that they could not live for too long.

"How could this be? Isn't there a backing in Yan'er? Isn't it very powerful? Why is it like this?" Mrs. Mo whispered in a low voice, all the hopes in her heart were gone all the time, replaced by deep fear.

Like Mrs. Mo’s thought, there is also Master Mo, but he knows better in his heart that Song Yan was killed by people.

Song Yan knows a lot, but because he knows too much, he will be ruined. The more he knows, the more he will die.

Ning Mengyao can't control what Mo is thinking about. She looks coldly at the body that has no breath.

It’s a bit too obvious that it’s almost ready to know, but it’s a bit of a sudden disappearance.

"Little Yaoer..."

"My brother-in-law is fine, I just feel awkward." Ning Mengyao said with a grin.

Is it just a grievance? When I got to the door, I killed the person under the eyelids. This feeling she felt very good.

"Mrs., people didn't catch up." Qinghuai came in from the outside, and a face was gloomy.

Ning Mengyao nodded and said that she really felt very annoyed now, especially for Song Yan.

"Well, don't be angry, no matter what, at least leave clues." Qiao Tianchang looked helplessly as she spoke.

Ning Mengyao looked at Qiao Tianchang and suddenly felt tired.

"Tian Chang, you are sure that you are comforting me, not against me?" Ning Mengyao looked at Qiao Tianchang with tears and tears, very speechless.

If I only know the word Nalan, she wouldn’t know it. I don’t know if I would at least feel so sad.