Vol 47 Chapter 4717: Sword Extreme!

| | |->-> "Bu Zonghan, don't blame your sister ..." Shen Siyin shook her head and went out: "I can't stay, Qin Hai won't let me go ... I can't give you Trouble with my sister. "

His face was pale and his thin body was shaking.

At this time, Shen Xingyue's fearless helplessness coincided with the look of that year.

Xiao Zonghan's face sank suddenly: "You stay!" He said in a commanding tone.

Because of Shen Xingyue in memory, I am most afraid of his tone ...

Sure enough, seeing his icy complexion, although Shen Xingyue was still hesitant, he did not mention the matter of leaving.

Xiao Zonghan quickly ordered someone to prepare a room for Shen Xingyue.

He was big and comfortable. Looking at Shen Xingyue's appearance that he didn't dare to touch, Xiao Zonghan felt a touch of impatience in his heart.

Big hand rubbed her hair: "Good, you stay here, rest assured, I will protect you in the future."

Shen Xingyue's shoulders trembled slightly.

After a short while, he suddenly wept with a weak voice: "Zong Han, I'm so afraid that this is all a dream ..."

Slender hands wrapped around his waist, Xiao Zonghan's figure paused, after all, he did not push her away.

The night is deep.

Shen Xingyue's face was buried in front of Xiao Zonghan, and he rubbed like tears, and his hands became tighter and tighter ...

"Young handsome!"

At this moment, an untimely male voice sounded: "Mrs. Young is gone."

Mrs. Shao?

I heard this title, Shen Xingyue's eyes flickered.

Suddenly, Xiao Zonghan's attention was on the last three words, "Have gone?" Where can she go?

Xiao Zonghan pushed Shen Xingyue's body away, stood up, and strode out.

"Zong Han!" The timid female voice sounded, Xiao Zonghan turned and saw Shen Xingyueyingying tearful eyes.

别 "Don't be afraid, stay at ease, I will take care of you." He promised and took the door to leave.

As soon as the door closed, the smile on the man's face disappeared.

The cold night wind blew on Xiao Zonghan's body.

I let his heart go cold and hard.

The woman is gone?

I heard that Xingyue was back, so afraid of running away?

When he thought of the scars on Shen Xingyue's body, he couldn't help but clenched his fists.

Tong Qingjin, stretched from his strong arm, Xiao Zonghan's face became more and more ugly, and the steps under his feet grew larger.

At the age of seventeen, he became the periphery of the Shen family and inquired about the Shencheng River;

At the age of seventeen, he had received news for Shen Chenghe countless times and escaped countless times.

He didn't owe Shen Chenghe, but Shen Chenghe's daughter really ruined his lover!

With the same origin and similar appearance, Shen Siyin has been a star and moon since childhood, but what about Xingyue? She was wearing old clothes that Si Yin Yin had eliminated, eating cold food, and she lived humblely and carefully in that courtyard.

In the end, but still calculated by that woman!

The young heart can not discern love, but it can discern hatred.

He clearly remembers that day, it was Mid-Autumn Festival. Shen Xingyue's clothes were lying under Qin Hai's body, Qin Hai's face and tears, and Shen Xingyue's tears, hovering and turning in his mind over and over again over the years.

He hates contemplation!

From that day, one, two, ten years!

I never stopped.

He will meditate on Yin and pay for his Xingyue all his life!

With a bang, the door of the partial room was opened by the man.

In the empty dark room, there was no trace of popularity.

Damn, it's gone!

Xiao Zonghan stood at the door, and the gloomy eyes glanced at the person kneeling in front of him: "I'm not looking for it yet."

"Subordinates go find it!"

For a while, the house was brightly lit.

Time passed, minute by minute.

In the middle of the month, the housekeeper bowed in front of Xiao Zonghan, and did not dare to make a sound.

"Master, no!"

"Master, no!"

Uh ...

With the return of futility over and over again, the man's brows grow deeper and deeper.

Shen Xingyue, she really dared to run away!

How dare you run away from under his eyelids!

The knuckles were squeezed tightly, the porcelain cup made a slight crackling sound, and the man's lips hooked up, drawing a cruel arc: "Find! Even if you are dead, you must drag her body to the coach." Dead, he wants her to pay for Xingyue!