The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   That kind of look... made Jiang Li'an feel sick to his stomach. He noticed what the other party just said, and it was quite unbelievable.

  Is he Shen Qingzhuo's father? !

  Tan Junxi stood up, blocking Shen Weishan's gaze towards the girl, standing in the dim light and shadow.

   Shen Weishan was a little dissatisfied, and knew that there were more important things at the moment.

   "Go out and talk." Tan Junxi said.

   Shen Weishan licked his yellowed teeth and looked back at Jiang Li'an several times.

   His eyes were dirty and offensive, and his smiles made his hair stand on end.

  Jiang Li'an took a breath and avoided those eyes, feeling a little dazed.

  How could Shen Qingzhuo...have such a father?

   "Take care of your eyes." Tan Junxi closed the door and said coldly to Shen Weishan.

   "Isn't it just a few glances, what are you anxious about?" Shen Weishan's voice was hoarse and malicious, "Could it be that you are also interested in her?"

  Tan Junxi did not deny: "What do you think?"

  How could Shen Weishan not understand, he couldn't help rubbing his hands excitedly: "When things are done, we will share her?"

"I'm very interested in her." Tan Junxi's finger bones behind his back were white and blue veins protruding, and he desperately controlled himself not to bleed, suppressing the storm in the deep sea, and said in the calmest tone, "How dare you Give her a try."

  Shen Weishan observed Tan Junxi's face, his eyes flickered with meaning: "It's just a woman... If you like it, I'll give it to you."

   He disagreed, but he was only a twenty-three-year-old youth, how could he possibly be able to play with him.

  When the time comes, he wants it all!

   Not only the girl just now, but also Tan Junxi, this good-looking face, what if it's a man, it's a pity not to play.

   Oh yes, and Shen Qingzhuo's evil barrier——

  The air was filled with the smell of rust, it was too humid, Tan Junxi rubbed his wrist bones, his thin lips drew a clear arc, his back turned to Shen Weishan: "It's time, let's go."

   "Tan Junxi?!"

   "Tan Junxi? Don't leave! What should I do if you leave? Come back to me! Come back if you die!!"

  Jiang Li'an waited for a long time and didn't hear any sound outside, and her heart was cold. If they really left, she would be tied here alone.

   "Tan-jun-hee!!"

   "What?" The door was pushed open, and the man stared at her.

Regardless of whether Tan Junxi was the one who kidnapped her, Jiang Li'an breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him at this moment, and whispered, "That... as a qualified kidnapper, shouldn't you provide me with some food? "

  Tan Junxi could see that she was not hungry at all, she was just trying to delay the time.

   He stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Li'an's neck directly, and warned her in her ear, "You can still live here if you stay here. If you go out, I won't guarantee your life."

   His breath is cold, like a cold poisonous snake, wrapping around his body inch by inch: "Don't think I dare not do anything to you, be obedient."

Jiang Li'an was pinched to the point of suffocation. He broke his hand. In the extreme lack of oxygen, he saw the eyes under the lens that could not see the light of day, like dark clouds in the cloudy sky. The emotions contained in them, **** hatred, made people jump. .

   It wasn't until she was suffocating that Tan Junxi slowly let go of his hand. Jiang Li'an suddenly bumped into him, bit his wrist fiercely, and tried his best, as if he could tear off a piece of flesh and blood!

  Tan Junxi pushed her head, but did not push it away, the severe pain swept through the whole body, instead he smiled, touched her head, and said gently: "You bite, and then it will be returned to Shen Qingzhuo."

Jiang Li'an froze, biting harder, and said vaguely: "Whether I bite you or not, you will not show mercy to Shen Qingzhuo, not to mention he will not lose to you. So I have to take two bites to relieve my hatred. , If you die, I don't even have a place to take revenge!"

  Tan Junxi grabbed the back of her neck and lifted her head abruptly. The left wrist was dripping with blood, faintly visible flesh and blood, and her mouth was full of blood.

  This picture hurts even just looking at it.

Tan Junxi didn't seem to feel it, let the wound bleed and hurt, pressed Jiang Li'an's head to the bed, pinched her fragile neck with his fingers, didn't know what to think, and let go again and again, looking down at the girl. With a flushed face, she expressionlessly wiped the blood from her wrist on her face.

   "Be here and wait for the news of your boyfriend's death."

   Jiang Li'an only hated that he didn't bite the blood vessel just now.

   Regret!

   She squeezed out three words between her lips and teeth: "You die."

  Tan Junxi really left.

  The basement was empty, eerily silent, and the light was dim. Jiang Li'an could only hear the whistling sound of wind and snow outside the narrow glass window. She didn't know if it was because she was being talked about in a hurry. She felt short of breath and panicked.

   No wonder Shen Qingzhuo hates Tan Junxi so much.

   It turns out that a person can really have the ability to make people hate to the extreme.

  Jiang Li'an silently opened the book of revenge in his heart, and put Tan Junxi first, waiting for her to go out, she! one! Certainly! want! seal up! kill! he!

   It's not that you die! I live! ! ! !

   But now, Jiang Li'an should be worried about his own situation, and more worried that Tan Junxi will threaten Shen Qingzhuo by kidnapping her.

  If something happened to Shen Qingzhuo because of her, Jiang Li'an would feel guilty for a lifetime.

   She frowned, struggling desperately with the rope behind her, rubbing blood from her wrist, but to no avail. Suddenly, her eyes were fixed on the bedside table, which was covered with a layer of glass.

  The top of Nanping Mountain is an abandoned steel factory. It covers a large area and has been desolate for a long time. The steel plates are piled together and rusted.

   In the distance are snow-colored mountains, and the north wind blows.

Shen Qingzhuo walked up step by step, the temperature of minus 25 degrees, the coolness could penetrate through the bone marrow, he came out in a hurry, wearing only a thin coat over the black T-shirt, the hem of the clothes was bulged by the cold wind, and the skin was frozen. To the bloodless cold white, the back is always thin and straight, like pine and cypress.

  The cold wind mixed with the broken snow, ruffled the broken hair of the young man, and the outline was caught in the wind and snow, deep and cold.

   "Azhuo, long time no see."

At the front, stood a short, hunched figure, with a somewhat crushed back, a robe wrapped around a bony body, those eyes that had become cloudy and yellow due to old age, stared at Shen Qingzhuo unblinkingly. His eyebrows, his expression suddenly gloomy and tyrannical.

   "You make Dad so easy to find!"

  Shen Qingzhuo ran out with Shen Siyue when he was eleven years old. If he doesn't run again, he will only be beaten to death.

   Eight years have passed now.

   See Shen Weishan again.

  Shen Qingzhuo thought that he would be angry and lose control, but in fact, his heart was empty now, and all the past reverberated in front of him, like a joke, a joke that gradually went away and approached.

   "Where is she?" Shen Qingzhuo's brows and eyes were indifferent, looking at Shen Weishan as if he was looking at a pool of mud and stabbed straight in.