The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Nan Gongyan looked at Ning Mengyao's appearance, and she understood that what she said was true. She really hated herself, and she hated it.

"Yaoer..."

"You don't call my name like this, I will feel very uncomfortable." Ning Mengyao looked at Nangongyan faintly, very casually said.

"What are you doing in Nangongyan? Hurry up and kill people." Nalanqing looked at Nangongyan and had already left the state. His face changed and he looked at Nangong’s flame and snarled.

Nan Gongyan didn't have an opening or hands-on. Now he is a little bit moving, and the body will feel bad and hurt. How do you go to both of them?

"It is not a good result to be distracted at this time." No worries blocked Nalan Qing, with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips.

Nalan’s heart is deeply hated, how can they be so powerful? Is it true that people from low-level places are not?

"Nan Gongyan I ordered you to kill people, you heard no."

"How did you hear it? I am not their opponent now, or do you want to do it yourself?" Nan Gongyan looked at Nalan Qing and said coldly.

If it is not the case, Ning Mengyao thinks she will laugh directly, and Nangongyan’s words are too interesting.

Nalan Qing has never seen him talk to himself with such an attitude since he took Nangongyan into his hands. His face is not good at all.

"Nan Gongyan, you are looking for death."

"up to you."

Ning Mengyao may have some incomprehensible words, but Nalanqing understands it. Nangongyan means to say that she wants to do whatever she wants, but it doesn’t matter how she kills him. The attitude made Nalan Qing hate not, this **** Nangongyan.

"Nan Gongyan, do you really think that I dare not treat you?"

Ning Mengyao looked like two people who were picked up, with a satirical smile on their lips.

"You seem to have forgotten what it is now. You have to worry about it. Can you make it happen after you finish playing?" Ning Mengyao interrupted the eyes between the two and said directly.

"you……"

Li Juanrong couldn’t understand what it was like now. She looked at Nalan Qing, who had never been so embarrassed, and her heart was a little weird, and the only thought in her mind was that the woman like this fairy would have This is awkward.

This kind of thinking is constantly lingering in the brain of Li Juanrong.

"Nallan sister, are you okay?" Li Juan dissolved and looked at Nalan Qing and asked, and the tone was all about Nalanqing's worries. However, the latter did not appreciate it at all, but looked at her coldly.

"Waste, this little thing can't be done well. What do I want you to use?" The reason why she asked Nalan to continue to interact with Li Juan was because she wanted to use Li Juan to do things, but Li Juan's performance was She is very dissatisfied.

The person who was clearly under the eyelids actually ran away. This ran away, and finally fell to such a point. This is simply a shame.

Li Juanrong was somewhat whitish by Nalan Qingyi's face. Although this kind of thing has not happened, it can't be seen before so many people. This time, Li Juan's heart is very uncomfortable.

Nalan Qing looked at the people on her side, and her brows wrinkled tightly. If I continue this way, I am afraid that not only will I not get the desired result, but all of her people will be damaged here.

"Ning Mengyao, do you really want to go back to Xiaojia with me?"

"Oh, Xiaojia? I didn't think so. I didn't tell you? I have a hatred with Xiao family, especially with your son. You have to be optimistic about your son. When is the province?" The child disappeared, and you will be sad when you are. Are you right?" Ning Mengyao smiled evilly.

How much can she guess the thoughts of Nalan Qing, do she want to leave more chips for her son? Is she only sure that she will not let her son die?

"you dare……"

"I can make you look like this. You said that I still don't dare?"

Even if Nalan Qing’s heart was still with hope, I thought that this gimmick was just a casual talk, but at this moment she really believed, Ning Mengyao and Xiao Jia really have hatred.