Chapter 187 If You Want to Die, I Will Remarry!

He suddenly used a cold and moyan voice, reminding Su Anan of his ridicule at that time, and hurriedly replied: "No!"

Shen Juncheng pinched her hot earlobes, then took her into his arms and said, "I'm a little tired, you can talk to me casually."

After holding on until now, he finally dispelled a lot of her fears. He was really tired and tired.

He promised softly, "If I don't sleep, I will close my eyes and rest. I can hear you talking, don't be afraid..."

In an instant, Su An'an's eyes were red again, and he knew that he was pushing hard, all because of the fear he said.

She buried herself in his arms, hummed, and said, "Then let me give you a little tune, okay?"

"Okay." He closed his eyes.

Su Anan leaned in his arms obediently, suppressed her crying, and hummed a little tune in the south of the Yangtze River.

The tune is as gentle as spring water. In the past life, Yao Niang liked listening to it very much.

Su Anan dances very well, but few people know that she sings very well, but it's indecent to say that she sings songs, and she has never shown it in front of outsiders.

Her voice is clear and lingering, with Jiangnan's passion, humming softly, like the misty rain in the night, and like the sad cry of parting...

Shen Juncheng suddenly felt that the voice was so far away that it could not be heard clearly from a distance.

Gradually, his hand let go of hers.

The minor tune stopped abruptly, a warm tear fell on the back of his hand, and he seemed to hear someone crying softly, "Shen Juncheng, you don't want to die, you don't want to die."

"If you die, I will remarry..."

So, don't die, just wake up.

Heh, his consciousness fell on the edge of chaos, but he was abruptly pulled back to his senses by this sentence.

Fuzzy thinking, dare to remarry, your legs will be interrupted.

However, this sentence was not uttered after all, and was once again engulfed by the boundless darkness...

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Lihua Garden.

In the study, a man in a black team leader uniform clutched his chest and knelt down on the ground with a sick face to report.

Something went wrong when Zhou Qing went to Lin'an. He didn't get the deal, and he was in a very bad mood. When he came back and listened to the results, he knocked down the teacup on the table with an angry voice, "You can't kill so many of you. A poisoned person, what is the use of this palace to support you!"

The team leader kowtowed again and admitted his mistake, "Master, we were going to succeed, but for some reason, Leng Moyan regained his strength. Not only did he recover, but he was even more vicious and cruel than before."

He recounted the battle of the day, especially focusing on Leng Moyan's abnormality, as if he had lost his mind. He only knew how to kill, kill, and panic when he looked at those scarlet eyes.

Not to mention Ruanjinsan, it is just like taking a stimulant.

Zhou Qing frowned, what can dissolve the medicinal effect of Ruanjinsan so quickly?

Could it be that he still carries Bing Xin Dan with him?

As soon as the idea came to an end, Zhou Qing shook his head again, Bing Xindan wouldn't survive long after leaving the cold place, and besides, Leng Moyan couldn't have predicted in advance that the soft tendons would dissipate.

He waved his hand irritably, "Go down to receive the penalty after the injury is healed."

The leader answered yes, and went down while clutching his chest.

A Zhong said: "Master, why don't you send someone to continue the chase?"

Zhou Qing closed his eyes, "I've missed the best time."

The first wave was his people, and he also assumed that even if Leng Mo Yan survived and escaped, there would still be a second wave, Prince Lu's people.

If two consecutive waves of people did not kill Leng Moyan, then his subordinates would get in touch.

He had tried so hard to delay his reinforcements before, and they would definitely be cautious when they came again. He had already been shocked, and he should not make another move.

Only temporarily quiet, hiding behind the scenes.

A Zhong said: "I heard that Yudu has not found Leng Moyan yet. Perhaps, that Leng Moyan is already dead, so the master doesn't need to worry too much."

After all, the team leader also said that he was seriously injured before, and that Prince Bolu's people would hunt him down again.

Zhou Qing shook his head, he had an intuition, Leng Mo Yan was not dead...

Because he didn't send someone to quietly search down the mountain, and found nothing, only the torn strip of cloth from An An's skirt.

After Azhong persuaded, he handed over another letter and said, "Master, a letter from General Qi."

Zhou Qing immediately stretched out his hand to take it, and frowned slightly after reading the contents of the letter.

As expected, General Qi asked him for weapons. He had already planned all the weapons in Laian, but if there was an accident, he could choose to take them directly. He personally brought them there.

But I didn't expect that Leng Moyan would ask people to trade one day in advance, so he still went out the next day, it was just a pretense.

It's no wonder that he was able to come back so soon after receiving the letter he deliberately sent. He should have suspected that there was a problem at the time, but he was a little less calm when he was shocked by Su An'an, and only reacted after throwing away.

Oh, I underestimated him.

He put the letter in the censer and burned it, picked up a pen and returned it, used a special potion to hide the writing, and then sealed it up for Ah Zhong to send.

After waiting for everyone to leave, Zhou Qing rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

At that time, he borrowed Su An'an to design Song Yan. One was to lure Leng Mo Yan to Lin'an, and the other was to use his hand to kill Song Yan, and then release the news to provoke a battle between Prince Lu and Yudu.

Prince Lu doesn't look old, but his power is still intertwined, and several of his sons are still in important positions. Unexpectedly, they all still love the youngest Song Yan.

Now that the youngest son is dead, Prince Lu will not give up, and Shen Yong will also take the opportunity to add fuel to the fire.

At that time, Leng Mo Yan also died, and Yudu was scattered, so he could take advantage of the chaos and get away with weapons and money.

He counted it all well, but he never thought that it would reveal Leng Moyan's doubts even if An An was his benefactor.

Now, the only way to disturb the murky waters of the capital as soon as possible before he returns...

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The birds in the mountains are chirping, which is extraordinarily cheerful.

The rising sun brought a hint of coolness, casting warm yellow light through the wooden windows.

Shen Juncheng opened his eyes, looked at the half-old cyan roof in front of him, then looked at the swaying tent, and moved his palm.

He stretched out his hand and lifted the tent, and what caught his eye was a simple wooden house with very simple furnishings, except for a vase at the window with a few red and yellow wildflowers...

The wind was blowing, and it was vaguely able to send a refreshing breath.

where is this?

Thoughts are a little confused, and the last scene stays in the dark cave, in her gentle singing.

He looked around suddenly, where was she?

Shen Juncheng didn't care about the pain of the wound, so he was about to get out of bed when he lifted the quilt. Coincidentally, the door was pushed open and a little woman came in with a decoction.

She was dressed in floral blue coarse cloth and wrapped a plain towel in her hair. Seeing that he was about to get out of bed when he woke up, she hurriedly put down the medicine bowl and said in surprise, "You finally woke up."

She walked over quickly, pressed him back on the bed and said, "No, no, you are too injured to get out of bed, you need more rest."

The little vest is off, you can rest assured to eat candy~