The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 270 Aquaman Escape From Marriage vs Tsundere Crematorium 160

   "Thank you Xun!"

  Dali Temple had a serious case today, but Pei Yanzhi rushed over, glanced at Xie Xun's wrist, and said indifferently: "The battlefield is changing rapidly, don't be distracted."

   "Don't delay you, a busy man, just go." Xie Xun put his hands behind him.

   Pei Yanzhi's eyebrows were straight: "There is still time to send you."

   Zhang Nuanyan stood next to Liu Zhu, her cheeks were thin, her chin was thin, and her eyes were full of infatuation when she looked at Xie Xun.

   "Brother Xie Xun, I will wait for you, you must come back safely."

   One year, two years, ten years.

   She didn't believe it. For such a long time, Xie Xun couldn't forget a dead person!

  Zhongcao and Yang Zhihua stood together and said sullenly, "You have to be good... so does your Marquis."

   "Don't cry anymore." Yang Zhihua said helplessly.

   Since Meng Tangan fell into the river, Zhongcao almost cried blindly.

   "I want you to take care of it."

   "I... I'm your fiancé, why can't I control you?"

   "What nonsense are you talking about!!"

   "That's... I come back and we'll get married!"

   Zhongcao was silent.

  Xie Xun turned on his horse, his movements were cold, his figure was immersed in the scorching autumn sun, and he finally glanced at Xu Beihou's mansion.

   There were many people standing outside the mansion, everyone was there, except Meng Tangan.

   It's fine, she's not in the Hou Mansion, otherwise she'll be crying, and it's not easy to coax her.

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   "Thank you Xun!"

   The crisp voice of my daughter's house rang from a distance and fell to my ears.

   He froze for a moment, his silent heartbeat almost jumped out of his chest, he didn't move at all, so he didn't dare to look back.

   "Xunlang."

The sound of    was clearer, as if she was whispering in her ear day and night.

  Xie Xun finally had the courage to look back.

   Empty.

   Nothing.

   There were still those people under the eaves of Xu Beihou's mansion. The golden leaves were spinning in the air, and the sunlight blurred the vision.

   It was just that he was hallucinating.

   "Brother, what's wrong?" Xie Quyan asked suspiciously.

   "It's okay." Xie Xun retracted his gaze, the light in his eyes was lit and extinguished again and again, "Let's go."

  The young man rode his horse and swung his whip, rushing to the distance, magnificent rivers and mountains!

  The straight figure gradually disappeared in front of everyone.

   The originally relaxed atmosphere became silent, and the sound of the wind sent away many sighs.

  Zhongcao stared at the air, not knowing who he was talking about: "I have to come back early..."

  Each hour.

   city gate.

  200,000 soldiers gathered, golden armor and cold light, looking from the city wall, it was sacred and chilling.

   They have a mission, they defend Beiyan.

   They are waiting for their leader to lead them to rage on the Fourteen Continents of Nanliang!

  Rejuvenate Beiyan, great rivers and mountains!

   A galloping iron cavalry sounded, swept across the ground, hunting for the wind.

  The man was dressed in black clothes with a cold outline. In front of the 200,000 soldiers, against the autumn sunshine, he gave an order and the whole army moved: "Let's go!"

   "Yes, General!"

   The loud voice broke through the heavens and the earth, and all the soldiers looked at Xie Xun with sincere respect.

   One person fought for three thousand miles, and one sword was once a million division!

  Their General Xie is back!

  The icy iron cavalry condensed into a deep voice, and 200,000 soldiers rushed into the distance.

Xie Xun rode the horse in front, clenched the reins with one hand, his phalanges were white, and the autumn wind was howling. From under his sleeves, he could faintly see the white hairband tied between his wrists. The corner of the hairband was a four-dimensional embroidery with sparse and green needles. word-

  My wife, Tangtang.

  No one can guarantee survival on a battlefield where swords have no eyes.

   If the trip is fast, it may be a few months, if it is slow, it may be a year or two years, or it may never return.

  Shangqingjiang has never stopped salvaging, and Meng Tangan's tracing notices are posted everywhere along the way.

  Everything about Meng Tang'an in Xu Beihou's mansion was handled as usual, as if she only left for a short time and would come back soon.

   Every three months, Yang Zhihua will personally take people down to Jiangnan, deliver the items Meng Tangan needs to the attic, and then leave quietly.

  Xie Xun signed his name on the Heli book, put it in the Zhuyuan, and asked the servants to keep it in the Hou residence.

   If Meng Tangan comes back one day, let her sign her name, and she will be free from now on, which will not spoil her life.

  If he doesn't come back.

   Everything in Xu Beihou's mansion was left to Meng Tangan.

   as a gift from him, a relic of his life.

   He will always miss her.

   We parted in the year we loved the most, and missed the year we loved the most, year after year.

  Xie Xun forced all his thoughts into the deepest part of his heart, and took responsibility for the mountains and rivers in the distance. His deep and determined eyes swept across the faces of every soldier, looking at their loyalty and blood.

   He brought them out, and he will do everything to bring them home!

  …

  The sun shines brightly, covering the temples in the south of the Yangtze River.

   The arc of the white skirt slid under the ginkgo tree, and it was astonishing, as it crept up to the back mountain.

   "Meng Tangan!"

   A furious roar came from behind him.

   was so frightened that I almost threw the osmanthus wine to the ground, holding the wine in both hands, met the boy's gaze stiffly, and bowed his eyes awkwardly and politely: "Morning, Senior Brother."

  Should be wearing monk robes, bald head, reflecting a very dazzling light in the sun, with a dark face.

   "You're drinking again!?! Who is the bribe this time, hand it over!"

"Which eye did you see me drinking?" The woman in a white dress and a light shirt, the bright moon leaping across the Qingjiang River, the glamorous begonias and flowers, she looked cool and beautiful at first glance, holding the wine jar, her tone innocent, "I just pay homage for a moment. It didn't drink."

   Yingming folded his arms and sneered: "Do you look at me like a fool?"

   "This...isn't that good?" Meng Tangan hesitated.

"What's the meaning?"

   Under Ying Ming's gaze, she honestly said, "It looks like..."

   "??!" Ying Ming couldn't believe it, "Meng Tangan! You are dead!"

   "Just kidding."

   She gave birth to a pair of peach blossom eyes, and everyone seemed to be affectionate. She held the wine jar with both hands to compare her heart to her heart.

   "Oh." Ying Ming smiled and said, "I'm only handsome when I drink."

   "Where where."

   "I'm going to tell Master to teach you to drink again!"

   The senior brother who frys hair is not easy to coax.

  Meng Tangan sighed in distress, and circled around his senior brother, jumping to there and here for a while, his figure was like a picture in the autumn sunshine.

   With the movement, a red rope was faintly exposed at the neckline, and a small black bone whistle was hanging. He suddenly approached, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a clean smile: "Second Senior Brother."

   The second senior brother had an indifferent face.

   "Second Senior Brother."

"Second senior brother, pity your little junior sister, it's a big deal... She is very kind and generous and divides you half of the altar to drink together. In the future, she really wants to be the first to share with you! "

   The crisp sound melodiously passed through the ginkgo tree, echoing far away.

   Ying Ming looked at her with a stern face.

   Meng Tangan said solemnly, "She swears."

   She was born with the ability to soften hearts.

   "The last time I was discovered by my master, I was fined to copy the Buddhist scriptures fifty times! No, no, I can't be bribed by you again." Ying Ming said, "Don't listen, don't listen."

   "She promises, there is absolutely no next time!"

   A voice in the distance sounded menacingly.

   (end of this chapter)