Pre-collection of the copy of "Xiuzhenwen Cannon Fodder is Reborn" is at the end
[The decisive and decisive Jianghu Rangers vs. The rebellious young generals]
Strong couple falls in love and kills each other
Everyone in the capital knows this.
Sang Lan, a cousin of Prince Duan's palace, does not write poems and books, is not good at being a prostitute, is full of charlatanism, and has the best archery skills in the capital.
Anyan, the young marquis of Zhenyuan Mansion, guarded the border with his father when he was young. He captured the prince of Mobei alive and made great military achievements.
It stands to reason that these two stunning young talents should have cherished each other. But after the two men became officials in the same court, they started to quarrel with each other in the court hall, and there were even more flashes of swords and shadows outside the hall, fighting to the death.
Sang Lan: "If General Wei insists on being my enemy, I don't have a good eye for bows and arrows. If you give up earlier, you can still save your life."
Wei Anyan: "General Sang, the sword in my hand has drunk countless blood. How did you know that you wouldn't be the one who fell today?"
…
Very few people know.
Wei Anyan's life belongs to Sang Lan.
The two married in private, the tent bells rang, and their lust and hatred could not be eliminated.
Small Theater 1——
The murderous aura shook up a layer of snow. Before Sang Lan could reply, he saw a flash of sword light. She used the iron chain as a stick, grabbed both ends with both hands, and shouldered the chopped sword.
The person who came had a strong posture, broad shoulders and narrow waist, with snow-white hair flying in the moonlight. His bright red lips were slightly curved, and his voice was lazy: "Why, the girl is mute and can't speak?" The strength of his sword grip went down from top to bottom, causing Sang Lan's waist to bend inch by inch.
Small Theater 2——
The hot and humid wind made Wei Anyan's cheeks flush, and he looked into the bright amber eyes under the mask.
Jin Wuwei didn't go far, he put his arm around Sang Lan's shoulders, and the two of them switched positions. He lowered his eyes to look at her unwiped lipstick. It was so red that he had the desire to bite it since the dinner. As he got closer, he felt timid in his heart.
Sang Lan noticed that he wanted to get closer, so she grabbed his chin and lifted it up: "Why are you waiting for me tonight?"
Instructions for consumption:
1.1V1, double clean
2. The female protagonist is not enlightened, and the male protagonist chases his wife in the crematorium in the early stage.
3. The protagonist's growth direction, the plot is slow and warm, and the emotions are sweet and sour.
4. Imaginary history, there are many private settings, please do not pay attention to it.
5. The first volume of Gu Zhou Xia Ying (cat-faced Alan), the main investigator
The next volume is Modao Shanhe (General Xuanping), the main battlefield
6. Cover@vineer
——Advance payment————————
Next Door "The Cannon Fodder of Xiuzhenwen is Reborn"
The memory of Tu Sanliang's death came back,
She slipped into a male pornographic article about cultivating immortality,
It is a stepping stone for the male protagonist Long Aotian.
The male protagonist Long Aotian was "forced" to exchange for her top-quality elixir root, be protected by the puppet made from her skin, and fight with the soul-calling flag refined by her soul...
Readers commented that she is the most useless cannon fodder in the world of cultivation.
Extremely frustrated!
In his new life, Tu Sanliang tore up the script of the male protagonist Long Aotian.
The supreme skill is hers.
The treasure remains are hers.
As for the scapegoat? Of course it belongs to the male protagonist Long Aotian.
Food guide
1. The growth of the main heroine
2. Heat slowly and slowly
3. The male protagonist of this article appears in the second half
4. Cultivation level: Qi refining, foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, god transformation, integration, transcending tribulation, ascension
Intention: The world is big, freedom follows the wind
