Chapter 250

No matter when, what Ling Tianwang shows is a calm and reliable appearance. It's rare for him to behave like a hairy boy.

Seeing that he didn't speak all the time, Zhou ruo'an shrugged helplessly, but didn't urge anything. He just looked at him with a little curiosity.

I do not know how long time has passed, Ling Tianwang finally recovered from the shock of that sentence, his lips trembling.

In the heart emotion surging unceasingly, can think of the speech actually also has no way to truly reveal his innermost feelings all.

In this case, Ling Tianwang's hesitation flashed by, and then he made a fierce effort on his hand, and Zhou ruo'an fell into his arms involuntarily.

Ling Tianwang opened his arms and easily drew Zhou ruo'an into his arms.

Although Zhou ruo'an was startled by her sudden action, she soon calmed down.

She hesitated for a moment, slowly softened her body, and only regarded each other as her only dependence.

The room is very silent, but the atmosphere is not embarrassed, but surging with a pulse of warmth.

After a long time, Ling Tianwang slightly released his hand and turned to look at Zhou ruo'an.

"If you like it, I will always remember to search for these interesting things for you," Ling Tianwang said softly, his eyes full of smiles.

Zhou ruo'an nodded a little, his eyes rippling with microwaves, a flickering star.

Two people looked at each other for a while, Zhou ruo'an's eyes flashed, and suddenly remembered the paper that he had deliberately forgotten.

She moved her feet lightly and moved the small box to other places with her hands.

"Do you want to explain to me what's on it?" Zhou ruo'an's fingers gently touched the table, and the sound of knocking came back to him. Every sound fell into Ling Tianwang's ears and sank into his heart.

Ling Tian opens his mouth, and his expression is rare embarrassment.

He is an ancient man with introverted emotion. He occasionally writes romantic poems, but he is always embarrassed to be seen by the master.

Ling Tianwang's mind quickly across all kinds of ideas, but on the surface is still a calm appearance, just slightly pursed lips, this just shows a few points.

"It's nothing to look at," Ling Tianwang said in a deep voice. "It's just something that moans without illness. It's not dirty your eyes."

When Zhou ruo'an inquired, his mood was more ridicule, but he didn't expect that he could belittle this thing to such a low level. He couldn't help passing a few accidents in his eyes, but he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Moaning without illness?" Zhou ruo'an looks at his expression with profound meaning.

Originally, the warmth of the atmosphere slowly warming up, even let Ling Tianwang's mind exuded the sweat.

With a light cough, Ling Tianwang pretended to walk two steps in the same place, holding Zhou ruo'an out.

"After staying in the study for such a long time, I'm always bored. Now the rebels have surrendered, and I don't know if there is a new scene in the city. Let's go and have a look together," Ling Tianwang said solemnly.

During the conversation, Zhou ruo'an, who was unprepared, had been pushed to the door by him and was about to step out of the study full of memories.

Raised his hand gently against the door in front of him, Zhou ruo'an stopped.

"Do you remember what you promised me?" Zhou ruo'an asked.

Lingtianwang Leng for a while, the eyes quickly across a bit helpless.

"Nature remembers," Ling Tianwang promised again. "Since I have engraved it deeply in my heart, I will not forget it so easily."

Zhou ruo'an looked at him with a smile, his eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything.

In the following time, the people in the Lord's mansion soon found that the relationship between their general Zhou and the Lord seemed to be back to the old intimacy.

Because Zhou ruo'an's behavior has no loopholes, they never know that this person respected by themselves is actually a daughter.

Because of this, although Ling Tianwang always thinks about Zhou ruo'an, they just regard it as the friendship between their classmates, and have no other thoughts.

The contradiction that lasted for a long time was finally solved, and they became more and more intimate. They just felt that there was nothing wrong with life.

However, at this time, the rebel leader is experiencing the biggest challenge in his life.

I don't know whether it's a coincidence or providence. The rebel leader fled in a hurry, and there was no time to tell the direction at all.

Because of this, he took his only group of soldiers to rush into the mountain where no one had set foot for a long time. He was so confused that he couldn't get out.

Looking at the black liquid handed over in front of him, the rebel leader could not control his disgust in his eyes.

"What is this?" He asked with a dull face.During this journey, the soldiers were deeply tortured. At this time, looking at his expression, they could not help shivering, and their fingers began to tremble.

The liquid is shaking a little bit, and the round things inside are looming, which makes it more dirty.

"Report it to the chief," he replied carefully, drooping his eyelids. "It's a specialty here."

Knowing that if he said the name of this specialty, the rebel leader would be more and more unable to accept it, the man just said a few words and stopped talking.

But his cover did not let the rebel leader down, on the contrary, it made him more suspicious.

Slowly spitting out a bad breath, the rebel leader reluctantly suppressed the tyranny in his heart, only slightly waved his hand, and said, "in that case, share it with yourself."

The man's eyes quickly crossed a few points of disapproval, but the rebel leader has tightly closed his eyes, do not want to communicate spontaneously.

The man had no choice but to comfort him in a low voice, "don't worry about the leader. The identity of King Ning is precious, so there's no way to stick to it all the time in this city."

"When he returns to the capital, there will be no young men in the city. At that time, it will be our chance."

A little hoarse voice mistily fell into the ears of the rebel leader, which aroused his desire and confidence for the final victory.

Looking up, the rebel leader made no secret of his praise.

"That's why," he said, "I don't know you're a smart man, too! It's a pity to be with me now. "

Hearing this, the man felt tight in his heart and just wanted to smile bitterly.