Kuaishou Little Ancestor: The God of Blackening is Begging for Responsibility Again

Chapter 43 I'll Sing Another Song (1)
In Rongcheng in the winter moon, the snow on the eaves has not yet melted, and another heavy snow falls lightly.

The white snow is light, falling on the shoulders of the pedestrian's hair.

With a breath of hot air, the six-petal snowflakes instantly condensed into water droplets.

On that white fox fur, the fine down was condensed into a wisp by the melted mist.

With hands that were red from the cold, he held a suitcase tightly and hurried to the train station.

From time to time, she looked back, for fear that someone would catch up with her.

But when she turned back and continued on her way, a group of people suddenly appeared in front of her, slowly approaching her.

Shocked in her heart, she hugged the suitcase in her arms tightly, turned around and ran away.

But in the street that was empty just now, five or six people appeared in an instant.

Like those who surrounded her in front, they were all wearing navy blue jackets.

All were sent by Wen Jing.

"and many more!!"

Fei Jue hurriedly pressed the pause button, and asked the system: "What's going on? What about the plot? Why was I besieged when I first arrived?"

"Cough." The system coughed lightly with some guilt, "Well... you are now taking the property of the male lead in this world, and you are about to run away, so... the male lead sent someone to arrest you."

Feijue: "."

If the system had an entity, she must have dismantled it eight hundred times.

If you are a dog, you will know how to cheat her.

"Also, what you hold in your arms is all the money of the boss." The system reminded her again in a friendly manner.

Immediately, Fei Jue felt that the thing in his hand weighed a thousand catties.

Seeing the group of people approaching, Fei Jue gritted his teeth and threw the suitcase out.

Whether money is money or not, life is still important.

Fei Jue threw the suitcase in the direction of the crowd, and she ran in the opposite direction in a hurry.

I thought that by returning the money to them, they would be able to let themselves go.

But unexpectedly, none of them looked at the box more.

One by one, all of them came to her.

In Fei Jue's heart, tens of thousands of alpacas ran past, pushed a person away, found a breakthrough, and ran away.

The snow on the ground was still thick, and Fei Jue left a series of footprints on the ground.

But it was soon covered by a mess of footprints.

She still did not escape the pursuit.

Because of the snow, even the driver of the rickshaw hid at home to warm his head on the kang.

Naturally, they couldn't drive the classic cars driven by rich people.

So, two strong men held Fei Jue's arms, and the other two lifted her legs, carried her and took her away.

Fei Jue struggled and couldn't move.

In the end, she still gave up, looking hopeless.

Grinding his teeth, he said to the system: "You'd better give me an explanation, otherwise I will let you go back to the furnace and rebuild it when you return to the heaven."

System: "...It's really not my fault, I can't control the specific time when you will send it in."

Seeing that the mansion where the male lead is about to live, the system said again: "Don't worry, the male lead won't kill you this time, he will only lock you up this time, but you still have to find a way to escape quickly, otherwise"

Before finishing speaking, those four burly men put Fei Jue down.

The other people withdrew, leaving only two people, and brought Fei Jue into the Yan'an mansion.

"Otherwise what?"

Fei Jue only listened to half of it, and his heart trembled a little.

I don't know what kind of person the hero of this plane is.

"Otherwise, you may not be able to bear it"

The system is a bit tangled up, according to Fei Jue's temperament, if there is a little difficulty, she will retreat, what if she tells her something, what should I do if I quit now?
"What can't you bear? Can you make it clear at once!"

One sentence whetted Feijue's appetite twice, and Feijue yelled at it again in anger.

The system was trembling, and hesitantly said: "Tell me. Ah, the male lead is here."

　Am I cold.
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