My Private Marvel System

It's not that Su Hui doesn't care about her husband, but she is much stronger than others. If she is inconsistent in everything, she cares about the facts. On the contrary, she will harm her most cherished person. It is better to die than to live. When she dies, she has nothing. what. Su Hui is not afraid of death. She is most afraid that her husband and son will die before herself. Isn't she living the same life as before?

Xiaoyaomen, Dole, none of them are good stubborns, the latter is cruel and cruel, only worse than Xiaoyaomen.

Can only be cautious as walking on thin ice.

Su Hui has never had a good impression of Dole, but he hates one after another, one weighing tens of thousands of catties, how much hatred does it add up? Just hate it again. As long as Yang Guang and Yang Tianlin are well, they won't be able to touch Doer's thorny head, just as if nothing happened, can't help but have to bear it, can only bear gratitude, not hate.

Su Hui's heart is very small, so small that she can only accommodate her husband and children. What else does she do to herself?

Su Hui is also very contented. When contented to see her younger son Yang Tianlin smiling, she will laugh more openly than him, contented enough to watch her husband do things that are so stupid that she can’t be stupid, as long as he feels right, then That's right, even if he sometimes resents this stupid man to the point of madness, but in the end he still reluctant to bear it, even resentment.

Su Hui didn’t know how much debt she owed to the fathers in her previous life and needed to be repaid in this way, but she was willing to repay it, and even willing to pay it back in the next life, until the fathers owed her several life debts, and then let them. Come to pay your debts, and just continue like this, forever and ever, that would be great.

And even if Dole's thinking jumps again, it is impossible to think that Su Hui is thinking about such a nauseating and sensational thing, so it is impossible to guess, and the most difficult to guess. Zhang Huohui said.

At this moment, he interrupted Su Hui's reverie aloud, and said straightforwardly: "How Fang Yan's three children have lived in the past few years. There are no details, one by one is clear."

Su Hui heard this. Suddenly, he realized that these three children are very important to Dole, so he didn't dare to neglect, so he recalled and told Dole in detail about Fang Yan's brother and sister in the past three years.

That said, it was midday without knowing it, and Su Hui asked herself that she hadn't missed anything. Of course, she cleverly avoided the "stalker" of her son Yang Tianlin's third sibling. It's just that the child's heart is making trouble with peers.

Dole did not say a word after hearing it, and seemed to be thinking about something. Although Su Hui deliberately concealed the affairs of his younger son Yang Tianlin, it is an indisputable fact that Yang Tianlin and Fang Yan had the most contact with the three of them, so Su Hui felt a little uneasy. Fear that the younger son will be implicated.

After a while, Dole had a smile on his face instead, and said, "I asked you to treat these three children well. Actually, I didn't expect you to be diligent. I just let them settle down. Now it's almost the same. As for you. Son Yang Tianlin, you are doing very well. You are his mother. You should know what he lacks. You say, what should I give him?"

The more Su Hui deliberately concealed it, the more Dole felt a bit tricky, but he was still a little uncertain, so he set up a trap that was superficial but the most useful to make Su Hui mess up.

Sure enough, Su Huizhong Ji, whose son is higher than the sky, immediately said, "Su Hui has no way to teach her son. He also hopes Master Tianhong will forgive him."

As if he hadn't heard Su Hui's words, Doer said to himself: "Why not. Yang Tianlin's exercises are commonplace, so I will give him a practice exercise. If you have learned something, you can compete with the Holy Body, how about? "

Su Hui was stunned, just about to refuse, but Wen Doer said: "That's it. I will send the exercises in a few days."

Accepting Doer’s exercises is equivalent to pulling in his son Yang Tianlin. This is something Su Hui never wants to see. But from the current situation, if you don’t accept it, you have to accept it, but why not Su Hui? I understood that Dol would attack Yang Tianlin someday, but he didn't expect that this day would come so quickly and suddenly.

Su Hui, whose face turned pale in an instant, was bitter in her heart and tried her best to keep her voice unchanged and whispered, "Thank you, Lord Tianhong."

Dole looked as usual, and said: "Don't play any tricks with me, plus this time, you lied to me twice. The first punishment was the one that sent your husband off. As for the second time, since you So I feel sorry for Yang Tianlin, so let him be punished."

"No! Lord Tianhong, you punish me, you punish me, don't touch my son!" Su Hui's face was frightened, and she immediately cried out loudly. She never thought that her husband was humiliated because of herself. , I didn’t expect to harm my beloved son,

Is Dole a villain, or a brilliant villain, who can think of that seemingly insignificant character, but it kills two birds with one stone?

Dole turned a deaf ear and wrote lightly: "Your son gave birth to a heart demon because of his murderous intent back then. The purple dragon and ambergris used to expel the heart demon most thoroughly, but also the most violent. It is difficult for ordinary people to bear the pain, so let Yang Tianlin eat it. This pain is a punishment."

Is this punishment?

Su Hui was stunned. Yang Tianlin's demon had always been her heart knot. It was a great good thing to be able to get rid of this. Su Hui really couldn't guess what Dole had in mind.

However, this is only temporary, and she will understand when she calms down.

"Just say what you have in the future, and then lie to me. I won't do anything to you. It's just that your husband and son will inevitably suffer a bit, do you know?" Dole's voice suddenly became cold, and it pierced like a cone Su Hui was heartbroken, and the latter was silent, before speaking with difficulty after a while, "Yes, Master Tianhong, Su Hui will remember."

"Okay, you can go, call Fang Qing over for me and let her come alone." Doer waved his hand and signaled Su Hui to leave.

After Su Hui walked away, Dole squinted his eyes, his evil pupils flickered, and the ancient well was waveless on his face, and said in a daze, "Yang Tianlin, that's it, let him be the "line of life"."

With a ray of vitality, Dole seemed to understand the meaning of these four words more and more, and he also felt more and more profound and unfathomable. In the midst of darkness, he often felt a feeling that many things were related to these four words.

It’s only a few dozen miles from the courtyard where Yang Tianlin’s family of three live to Moxu Peak. The mountain roads are rugged, and the difficulty of hiking is real. Not to mention that there is a dense and deep jungle on the way, let alone It had just rained, and the mountain roads were muddy. It is not as fast as climbing on steep slopes and cutting sticks. Experienced mountain patrollers also have to spend a lot of effort and physical strength to climb the mountain. As far as monks are concerned, even those who have just formed into the realm of gods have not yet truly entered the ranks of monks. It's not too difficult to walk, but Fang Qing is just a child who has just reached ten years old. *Fan Tire doesn't have the slightest talent, and his feet are naturally not much better. It seems that Ji Lilu is a bit more difficult than climbing.

Not surprisingly, it was also expected that at dusk, Fang Qing, who was slightly longer and taller than three years ago, had not yet passed the first hurdle, and walked hard in the dark and quiet jungle. He couldn't see the true face clearly, but only vaguely saw that his facial features became normal. The popular facial makeup is covered with yellow mortar that accidentally slipped and fell on the ground, making it a little clay figure. The clothes were changed to the tattered clothes worn by beggars occasionally seen in the streets and alleys, but it was a bit more dirty, not so tattered. Most of the skin at the tears in the clothes was scarred, and the tiny **** holes were shocking, especially the hands, where blood and mud were mixed together, and there were a few hideous wounds. Looking closely, you can see the bones. Extraordinarily infiltrating people.

The little figure marched forward step by step in the jungle, his steps frivolous and erratic, seeming to have little strength. The body was swaying, almost falling, as if it was almost to the end, but the eyes in the pair of black pupils were firm and piercing, making it impossible for people to look at it. I just felt that it was a great mountain forever, and Mount Tai could move. And this mountain does not move.

Outside Zhang Xu, Fang Qing's line of sight was hard to find. A figure in white clothes with his hands on his back, staring blankly at her struggling and struggling to walk. He was silent and his eyes were so calm that he was creepy. The handsome face has soft lines, like a warm jade, but it seems to have become angular and stern in a trance, and it has never been half moved.

In the setting sun, the bright moon rises until it climbs up to the night sky, stunned by the red dust, and Fang Qing, covered in mud, walks out of the jungle like a hell. Not far in front is a strange peak with green by day and secluded by night, towering and steep. , More than half of seven miles from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, how can Fang Qing's body bone get to the top of the mountain?

What's more, the muddy mountain road is so steep that you can walk?

Only climb!

The consciousness has long been blurred. At this moment, Fang Qing, who can't tell the difference between the south, east and the north, has only one belief in his mind that is so clear. !

Fang Qing moved his steps, his gaze pointed straight at the top of the mountain, as if the sharp edge in his eyes could tear through the sky.

There was a loud bang, and it was suddenly shocked, shaking the fields, and the wind gradually rose. In an instant, the night sky was already a different scene, lightning and thunder, and dark clouds. This battle is about to rain heavily.

How is this mountain going up?

Fang Qing turned a deaf ear to it, as if she had never thought about it, maybe she had thought about it for a moment, but this rain, no matter how heavy it is, could stop her from going up the mountain?

Even if it could be blocked, she could not stop her determination to go up the mountain.

After a while, the rain poured down, the water and the sky lined up, so spectacular and ruthless.

The rain was cold and biting, hit Fang Qing's face, washing away the dirt little by little, and an extremely strange scene happened. The face that showed all its features after being washed by the rain, unexpectedly began to dissolve like a wax figure when it was burned.

Gradually, Fang Qing's true appearance reappeared under the baptism of rain.

Break the cocoon into a butterfly.

This face is impeccably exquisite in terms of its facial features, with phoenix eyes, cherry lips and peach blossom face, and willow eyebrows, nose and jade condensed skin. It is suffocatingly beautiful. If Fang Qing was inconspicuous before, then now she, no matter where she goes, stands out from the crowd, and is particularly eye-catching. Anyone who sees it will sigh that this girl is so handsome.

On the distant mountain, standing on the edge of a cliff silently watching Fang Qing's white-clothed man, that is, Dole, like an immortal, before the rain falls, he turns into nothingness, as if not touching any dust in the world.

His eyes flashed, his eyebrows half-wrinkled, and he whispered to himself, "What a clever disguise technique."

Dole had never discovered anything peculiar about Fang Qing. He was really surprised to see the truth this time. I want to come to Yang Guang and others who don't know about it, Xian Luoxing may be able to know it. As for Fang Yan and Fang Lei, they must have known it.

So are the two people a different face?

Who on earth changed Fang Qing, Fang Yan? Or Fang Lei? There is still someone else.

Dole just thought about it, but didn't delve into it. Sooner or later, this matter will come to light.

On Luoming Peak.

Yang Tianlin, who stayed alone in his own room, lay down on the window sill, looking up staringly at the eaves that were separated from the window sill. The rain flowed along the way, and the raindrops were falling down in a row, showing that the rain was surprisingly heavy.

Yang Tianlin likes rain, especially heavy rain. He likes to stand in the rain and get soaked, feeling refreshed, comfortable, refreshing, and happy, as if the three thousand troubles are gone.

Yang Tianlin was the happiest then.

But today, Yang Tianlin is really unhappy. For the first time in his life, he hates the rain, and even hates why the rain is so heavy, can't it stop? Really endless?

For some reason, Yang Tianlin felt very irritable today, strangely irritable, in short, restless, not knowing why, strangely tight.

Yang Tianlin thought for a long time but didn't think of a reason, and finally threw the reason to Dole. He should be frightened by him.

"I don't know what Bingshan is doing. It always looks cold. When can she smile at me?" For no reason, Yang Tianlin suddenly remembered Fang Qing, who had very nice hands, and looked at the prescription Yan sister. The room where the three brothers lived was in a trance.

After looking for a long time, Yang Tianlin didn't see a flower, and naturally he turned his gaze back. He turned his eyes strangely, then stood up straight, walked to a large mahogany cabinet on the right hand side, and opened the top left drawer. Holding a big bronze mirror in the palm of his hand, he solemnly said to the bronze mirror: "Come on, Bingberg, smile."

Yang Tianlin grinned and said openly: "Good-looking, thief is good-looking."

Yang Tianlin, who can always find Letou for self-entertainment, was born optimistic, worry? Go and play in the mud.

"Go in the rain."

Yang Tian chuckled and shouted, his figure was as agile as an ape, he leaped out of the window, stood in the rain, opened his arms, enjoying the biggest rain in the past three years.

Suddenly, the cheers on Luoming Peak continued, and the voice seemed to overwhelm the thunder resounding in all directions.

Su Hui and Yang Guang, who hadn't spoken in silence since they came back, were both startled when they heard the sound, and they looked up at each other at the same time, and smiled knowingly.

Everything passed during this laugh.

In the room where the Fang family’s sister and brother lived, Fang Lei, whose skin and bronze figure had changed from thin three years ago to lean, squatted on the corner of the wall, holding a bamboo knife in his right hand, and constantly comparing and drawing with the index finger of his left hand on the ground, writing back and forth. One word-kill!

And Fang Yan just stood at the window in a daze~www.ltnovel.com~ looking at Ye Yu, her eyes were hollow and her expression was dull, as if she would always be like this.

Suddenly, Fang Lei stopped his index finger, suddenly raised his head, stood up like a cheetah, and rushed towards the door with his knife, his eyes full of killing intent.

Boom!

There was a soft sound from Zou Qi, Fang Yan's finger was tapping on the window sill, Fang Lei, who was like a tiger and more like a lone wolf, stopped, but immediately took another step.

At this moment, Fang Yan turned her head slightly, her eyes dimmed as before, and she quietly looked at Fang Lei's right foot, which was already hanging in the air.

Fang Lei paused and did not dare to move.

After a few breaths, he retracted his right foot, turned back to the wall just now, and squatted down again. This time, instead of using his index finger, he used a sharpened bamboo knife to make a killing character on the ground.

This word is still howling.

It's all ferocious. (To be continued.)