MTL - Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

The teenager was chosen to enter Ye's family at the age of ten, cleaning his memory and becoming a highly talented candidate for Ye's son-in-law. This was the first time in eight years that he was crying, no longer like a cold wood, nor a numb puppet, crying like a child, flesh and blood.

At this moment, when people went to tea, Anmo dared to admit that he loved Ye Lingyin.

When I was in the street unintentionally when I was young, the girl was as delicate and cute as a doll. His eyes were reflected in those eyes, and he was determined.

If it wasn't for memory recovery, he might be willing to obey the instructions and marry Ye Lingyin. She didn't have a good life in the Ye family. She often stood in front of him with bruises, but always had only a smile in her eyes.

It was just like that night when she was prescribed medicine by her mother, her face was abnormally red, and she was still laughing when she stood in front of her.

She loved her, otherwise how could she be easily subdued and forced by her own strength, and in the memory of that night, she was beautiful, hopeless, and about to go to ruin.

Pulling between reason and emotion, in the end he could only accept Ye Lingyin's remorse before death.

Her death compensated his family's life.

But his emotions were nowhere to rest.

Those fond memories and sorrowful heartbeats have become the nightmare of ecstasy in the years to come, how he wished he could die.

I didn't know how long I cried, and the oil-paper umbrella behind me stayed on the side. It wasn't until the bell at the front of the mountain rang the bell that Anmo felt that the hands on his shoulders were lightly exerted, and a cold voice passed over, " Come help me. "

Stay at Ye's, help me.

There are too many destinies and entanglements here. There are Song Ye, Ye Lingyin, and An Ming. They are all the victims of the chair in the high position. Now Ye Lingyin is dead, but the dispute will not end.

Song Yechu came to the throne and needed a trusted person to assist him, and Anmo was the most suitable candidate.

The tears stopped gradually, and Anmo's wet face looked up. He saw Yunlong Feifeng's embroidered purple robe and the face that was almost the same as Ye Lingyin. His heart was aching, but he couldn't bear to look away.

At the moment of handing over, Anmo's life was also doomed to go with the girl in front of her, and in the decades that followed, she witnessed the prosperity of the emperor she had created herself.

On the way back, the light rain gradually subsided. By the time the bell rang, there was a faint glow of light in the sky. The altars of the Ye family had gathered the high-levels of the seven major families. And people's eyes are falling on the red carpet leading to the altar.

The disciples of the Ye family are the closest to the red carpet. I don't know what it is. Today's female disciples are dressed up in an extravagant manner, and wearing makeup is not nearly as good as standing on high heels.

The faces of each of them did not seem to be religious, but they seemed to be smiling rather than smiling.

Today is supposed to be the most glorious day for the homeowner, but these female disciples have seen Song Ye before. The Mazi face and half of the red are still impressive. I am afraid that it is not like a prince in a dragon robe. It doesn't look good on the table.

With their outstanding appearance, they are all ugly.

Everyone was thinking gloatingly, and stretched their necks in anticipation of the moment the protagonist appeared.

"Ah, it's coming out." I didn't know who couldn't help but whispered, everyone's heads brushed and twisted, and a dark purple skirt swung into sight, and the gorgeous and complicated patterned fabric showed the woman I can't help but feel jealous.

The beauty of a woman is a woman's nature, but such a beautiful dress falls on an ugly and strange body, which is simply a violent thing to the ears.

The female disciples put up with the feeling of panic acid in their hearts, raised their eyes and swept up, and wanted to see what the face that was close to disfiguration could look like.

A dark black hair curled up and flew into the cloud. The elegant white neck stretched upwards. It was a fair and immaculate face. Today's girl turned light makeup, Liu Mei raised it slightly, and outlined a slightly sharp The scent of breath is faintly stained by the majesty of the superiors. Porcelain Baiyuru's face is covered with red lips, and a thin corner of the mouth reveals a sharp arc. The deep pupils can never see the bottom. Can't see in the eyes.

The long trailing skirt swayed on the red carpet, and the subtle fragrance floated in the air wherever it went, which was the smell brought by the three-day fast incense.

"Ah, miss." The young girl disciple exclaimed at the first glance, then remembered that the occasion was not right, and immediately covered her mouth, but stared round with a pair of eyes, looking at the passing person in amazement. Girl.

Followed by Anmu, who hasn't seen him for a long time, shaved his beard. The teenager is still the old cold, accompanied by Song Ye half a step behind him, like a guardian of silence.

In addition to the usual response of the current family members of the seven major families, all the onlookers at the scene were surprised.

From each other's eyes, they saw each other confused.

Isn't Ye Lingyin dead? They are still buried in Ye Jiazu's grave. Why is there another Ye Lingyin now?

No, the name of the new owner is Song Ye.

When the crowd was in a fog, the girl slowly stepped onto the altar and was about to step on the stone steps. She turned her head to look at the crescent moon lined up to the disciples in the room, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

The latter looked at her grimly, and then looked at the teenager behind her, her eyes dim, and a complex color cast.

A shocking conspiracy was unveiled that day, as a bystander, she witnessed the whole process, seeing Ye Lingyin go crazy, crying, and finally begging to die, the hatred that had been hidden in her heart for many years also dissipated.

It's not clear who's wrong with all this.

Today, Song Ye's superior, she is also unprepared, especially Song Ye so dressed up, reminds her of the crazy crazy Ye Lingyin, and also thinks of Ye Meijing.

Hopefully, that chair will not let Song Ye lose his mind.

The long skirt spread over the stone steps and slowly climbed to the heights until standing in front of the altar. Song Ye turned to face the seven major families below. His eyes were arrogant and arrogant. The calm momentum shocked the spot. "Today, I Song Yedeng The head of the Lord of the Upper Ye family, I will be under the control of Ye ’s family, listen to my schedule, take the tiger charm as a testimony, and protect the Ye family for 100 years. From today, my order is rules. Those who do not obey the order, kill . Disobey the deployer, kill. Betray the Ye family, kill. "