Ning Tong'er watched his tall and handsome back walking towards the restaurant. She couldn't help but imagine his tall figure, over 1.89 meters tall, dressed seriously, busy in the huge kitchen.
Then he made another "puff" sound and laughed.
This smile seemed to push away the haze, and the bright moon stole out from the dark clouds, and the light emanated from her petite face.
Over this period of time, all the unhappy and heavy things that have weighed on my heart seem to have become a little lighter.
Looking at Murong Lie's retreating back, she bit her lip, lowered her head, and her tense shoulders finally dropped a little.
**Murong Lie can really be regarded as omnipotent.
He speaks at least eight languages and can communicate with the Emirates of the United Arab Emirates without any pressure.
He can assemble a pistol with his bare hands in two minutes. For someone who has never been in the special forces and has received professional military training in a hail of bullets, this is already very good.
He knows how to pick up girls...well, this doesn't count. In fact, in the past, beauties always came to his door automatically, so he didn't even need to pick up girls.
Being gifted in a certain area... Hey, author, stop it, you are too evil!
He can do magic, Ning Tong'er has already seen it.
He would also quickly memorize the license plate numbers of passing vehicles and write them down one by one.
He will also... know too many things.
So at first, Ning Tong'er felt that the longer she stayed with him, the more she felt that she only knew him a little bit, the more she wanted to know more about him, and the more she felt attracted to him.
Murong Lie can do everything, he is like a superman - but he really can't cook!
I thought it was very simple and easy, but...
"..." Frowning at the mess in front of him, he grabbed his black hair and cursed.
Because - it's really terrible!
Top quality pot, burned two bites.
These two pots can be worth the price of an imported car.
The cream soup is in a basin. The reason why it is called cream soup is because the white butter flowers can still be seen as containing cream, but the lumps, black and burnt,
Burnt, almost in a fixed state... If thick soups behave like this, Western restaurants all over the world will inevitably close down.
The green broccoli is lying on the ground and has turned into coke... Hey, President Murong, when you were learning gun skills, didn't you learn how to survive in the wild?
Can such a thing be eaten?
Or is this the only thing you can eat in the wild?
...Murong Lie stared at these embarrassed battlefields with a black line on his forehead, like a tornado sweeping across the battlefield, and he stared for five seconds.
The little thing is still waiting for his candlelight dinner outside.
With a shake of his head, he decided to give it a go!
**Ning Tong'er was sitting on the white sofa. She was waiting for Murong Lie very obediently and seriously.
But Murong Lie, who knows everything, sometimes doesn't know how to do it.
I don’t know what he was doing in the kitchen. More than an hour had passed and he still hadn’t come out.
Ning Tong'er almost couldn't help but go over to see if he had burned the kitchen to rubble, but thinking of his explanation - forget it, let's give him some face, maybe he is working hard?
With a hint of a smile, she nestled on the sofa.
The sofa was too soft and comfortable, and she waited so long that she didn't know how long time had passed. Unknowingly, she slowly closed her eyes, knocked her little head against the armrest of the sofa, and fell asleep.
In the dream, she suddenly saw Zhang Ming in a small hotel. He had been shot several times, blood flowed out from the bullet holes, and he was still alive.
He was not dead, he was just lying on the ground bleeding, and the bullet holes in his chest and body were bleeding out. However, he struggled hard and stretched out his arms towards her, and was still mumbling anxiously to her: tell them quickly,
You know Han Qingyi, hurry up, or they will kill you.
Ning Tong'er stood there with tears streaming down her face.
Zhang Ming's figure lying on the ground became more and more transparent. Ning Tong'er ran towards him and wanted to grab his hand, but she saw that her own hand was holding his, but it penetrated his hand...
His hands have turned into transparent shadows.
Ning Tong'er covered her mouth and tears continued to flow down, but she saw that he was gradually turning into a transparent shadow, but his bloodshot red eyes were still looking at her with reluctance and regret.
He opened his mouth, and at this moment, his face became transparent and his voice could not be heard.
However, Ning Tong'er saw the shape of his lips.
He is calling her.
He is calling: sister.
Whether he was calling her or treating her as his sister, Ning Tong'er couldn't face such a look full of regret and nostalgia. She closed her eyes, and her tears kept flowing down, until she burst into flames.
hotel room floor.
Amid the fireworks, Zhang Ming finally disappeared, as if he had never been in this world.
After a while, she saw another figure on the top of the mountain.
She forgot about other things for a moment and ran over in surprise, just like when she was a child, she would run towards him every time she saw him, and shouted happily: "Brother Qingyi!"
Han Qingyi stood in the white mist with his back to her, as if he was looking at the mist under the valley, perhaps at the green woods not far from the top of the mountain.
The breeze gently blew his black hair, and he stood there as tall as jade, with his white clothes flowing, and his back as beautiful as a Chinese style painting. But this time, in the dream, Ning Tong'er for the first time
The first time I saw him, he didn't smile as he had done since he was a child. He turned his head with clear and gentle eyes and said to her with a smile: "Tong'er."
As soon as he turned his head, Ning Tong'er saw a huge cloud of blood suddenly pouring out from behind him. The blood mist rose more than ten feet high and almost engulfed his people.
In the red blood mist, countless innocent souls stretched out their sharp claws dripping with blood, howling and crying, and rushed towards him, trying to kill him.
Some of these innocent souls were torn apart, with their intestines exposed outside the body and dragged on the ground. Some leg bones had been broken, and the white leg bones were exposed at the knees, which was extremely horrifying. Some necks were broken, leaving only a layer of skin connected.
The head and body were supported. Some faces were pitch black, as if they had died of poisoning.
The circumstances of each of their deaths are different, but they are all equally terrible and miserable.
Ning Tong'er was shaking as she watched, her whole body shaking violently. She clutched the hem of her clothes and wanted to scream, but she couldn't make a sound.
Seeing that the sharp and bloody claws of those innocent souls were about to touch Han Qingyi's snow-white and spotless clothes, they were about to touch his snow-white skin.
I saw that Han Qingyi was not at all flustered. He smiled coldly, and his slender and elegant eyes suddenly revealed endless terrifying bloodthirsty and murderous intent. This murderous intent was so cruel and powerful that even those wronged souls were instantly killed.
He was so frightened that his long bloody fingernails were about to touch him, but he didn't even dare to extend an inch further.
Their death conditions were already so miserable, but they all seemed to feel fear, as if they remembered the pain and struggle during death, which was alive and bloody.
In fact, some of these innocent souls have begun to want to escape.
However, Han Qingyi will not be afraid of them even if they die, let alone let them go.
He grabbed a long and curved hunting knife from somewhere. Han Qingyi's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his whole body was full of fierceness and cruelty. He suddenly pulled out the knife and pointed straight at the innocent souls in the blood mist.
Cracked down.
In an instant, these already miserable souls were split into pieces and turned into pieces.
With unwilling resentment, they howled miserably for the last time and turned into a part of the blood mist, then dispersed in the white mist and disappeared...
"Ah..." Ning Tong'er finally let out a scream, but not in a dream, but in reality.
She opened her eyes suddenly, sweat dripping from her forehead.
For a moment, she couldn't tell what was reality and what was the abyss of nightmare.
Until she was held tightly and tightly by a domineering embrace. This embrace was so warm that it seemed as if its heartbeat and body temperature were transmitted to her at the same time.
This embrace was so overbearing that she could not be refused, almost as if she was embedded in his arms, and he refused to let go for a long time.
Ning Tong'er gasped, slowly stretched out her little hand, and pushed away the embrace bit by bit. Only then did her big misty eyes see clearly that the person in front of her was Murong Lie's handsome face.
Murong Lie finally "prepared" the love candlelight dinner and came over to ask her to go to the restaurant.
As a result, when he walked to the sofa, he only saw her slender white feet curled up on the edge of the sofa. Her whole body was nestled in the soft sofa, and her slender body was lying on the sofa sideways.
His little head was resting on the armrest of the sofa, and he was already... dozing off.
Murong Lie looked at the little thing with some depression. He thought she would be waiting expectantly for his "masterpiece". After all, it was his first time cooking, but she turned out to be so disrespectful.
However, when he bent down and wanted to pinch her cheeks to wake her up jokingly, he found that her face was pale and her shoulders were shaking slightly - she was having a nightmare!
Murong Lie watched her beautiful eyebrows frowning more and more. He felt distressed and prepared to wake her up, but she woke up first when she screamed "Ah" in horror.
Ning Tong'er saw clearly that the person she was hugging tightly was Murong Lie, and she suddenly sobbed and threw herself into his arms again.
Murong Lie hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead several times.
"Murong Lie..."
"Little thing, tell me, what do you want your husband to do? Whatever you ask your husband to do, he will agree to it." Murong Lie said to her.