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

   "If so."

   "The slave is here."

   "Let him go!"

The three words    were squeezed out by Su Qingan word by word.

   At the moment he said it, the tight strings in his mind seemed to loosen, and everything was calm.

   From then on, he was still the young swordsman who settled Kyushu with one sword, and she was Princess Zhaoyi in Jian'an City.

  Completely different, another gear of destiny.

   Ruosu was astonished, and swallowed the doubtful words again.

  Su Qingan was never someone who would be soft-hearted because of others' suffering, so why did she suddenly change her decision to let Cen Zhou go?

   Ruosu couldn't think, walked out of the inner hall, walked all the way to Cen Zhou, and said in a low voice.

   "Your request, the princess agreed."

  Cen Zhou raised his head, his eyelashes rolled down with raindrops, and his eyes were extremely dark.

   Ruo Su was slightly startled and took a half step back.

   How to describe those eyes, like a teenager who grew up in a pack of wolves.

Cen Zhou withdrew his gaze, picked up the sword on his side, and stood up slowly, the wind and rain were mixed, kneeling for too long, the whole body was stiff, the bones made a clicking sound with the movement, and even the head was dizzy, The temperature on the body cannot be distinguished from hot or cold.

   He staggered down a step, breathing slightly.

   Ruosu was just about to reach out to help her, when the young man propped up the ground with his sword, stood firm, avoided her hand, his voice was hoarse and jerky: "No need."

   defensive posture.

  The spine is straight like a straight line.

  The scabbard was firmly against the ground, and the fingers supporting the sword were long and white.

  Cen Zhou only gave himself two seconds to breathe. He turned around and walked out without stopping. His steps were far-fetched and unsteady. His back was blurred by the rain curtain, and he did not belong to this world.

"and many more--"

   The soft voice behind him sounded like a string.

  Cen Zhou's back stopped.

   "I will stay in the west wing tonight, and I will leave tomorrow when the rain stops." Su Qingan held an umbrella, stood under the eaves, and looked at the boy's back.

   "I can go now." Cen Zhou didn't look back, his Adam's apple rolled, and he spit out a flat rejection.

   "Okay." Su Qingan smiled, "You step out of the princess' mansion today and stay in the mansion tomorrow as a secret guard."

   Threatening people, Su Qingan is very handy.

Late at night.

  The incense of the aloes in the inner hall smells good, and it rises from the incense burner with green branches and flowers.

   At this time, at this time, Su Qingan, who should be sleeping peacefully, is now wearing a thin coat with a gloomy face, sitting on the head of the bed, with a stern look in her glazed eyes: "Will you die if you don't speak?"

   The health pot didn't know where to get a loudspeaker similar to the one used by the aunt in the vegetable market.

   "Love you visiting alone!"

   "Love the way you take care of me."

   "Love you for holding a high fever."

   "Don't cry!"

  “…”

  Qi Lou guessed that if Su Qing'an was a modern person, he would definitely want to scold the quintessence of the country now, but the other party was a down-to-earth ancient person, and now he would probably want to drag him out and behead him.

   His singing voice was exciting and high.

   "Go? Is it worth it? This lonely late night!"

   "War? War! With the greatest love!"

   "Who said that those who stand in the light are heroes!!"

  Su Qingan: "..."

thank you.

   "Crench--" was the sound of the door being pushed open.

   A faint shadow fell on the ground.

   Immediately after, the door was closed, isolating the wind and rain from outside.

   This is the west wing of the Princess Mansion, where Cen Zhou lives. There is no candle in the house, it is dark and dark.

Su Qingan stood at the door. She came out at night and walked in a hurry. She didn't wear a cloak. She was only wearing a thin middle coat. Contaminated with tide.

   She held the umbrella, her eyes swept around in the dimness, and finally settled in the direction of the bed, and walked over slowly, like a cat walking, without the slightest sound.

  Su Qing'an didn't want to listen to a certain teapot sing a song in an unfamiliar tune all night, and she didn't want to be tortured all night. On the other hand, she also wanted to know why her body rejected him so much.

  Qi Lou made his blood boil with his singing, his whole body was glowing, and he whispered in Su Qing'an's ear.

"I've checked it all, and the method of opening the redemption text standard - you go forward gently, give him cold compresses and feed him medicine, preferably by mouth! In order to avoid misunderstandings, just stay here for one night, and never let someone else replace him. Thanks to your credit, he will fall in love with you until the next day, the current blackening value is 80, and it will definitely disappear!!"

   "Ah." Su Qingan, "So naive."

  Su Qingan stopped at the head of the bed, standing in the shadows looking at the figure on the bed, her eyes dark and hard to tell.

   The boy slept straight and straight, as measured by a ruler, still holding a sword in his arms.

  Su Qingan bent down and checked his body temperature with his hand.

   Before the fingertips could touch the opponent's forehead, the wrist was suddenly buckled with a force so heavy that it could crush bones!

Immediately afterwards, her whole body staggered, her eyes turned around, the umbrella she was holding fell to the ground, and she rolled out several times. Su Qingan groaned in a low voice, and was pressed on the bed with a cold sword against her neck. !

Oh.

   This is a great gift.

   Qi Lou was also dumbfounded.

  Cen Xiaozhou, sometimes it is not a good thing to be too vigilant, you have lost your tenderness!

  The bed curtains swayed layer by layer with the violent movements, the dark gray veils spread out, blurred reflections of the two people on the bed, and their postures were ambiguous.

"What is the princess doing?" Cen Zhou put her on the bed, and when he saw the woman's face clearly, his eyes froze for a moment, his hand holding the sword did not loosen, he looked down at her, his voice rolled out of his throat, faintly Yes, very dumb.

  Su Qing'an could feel the scalding body temperature on his body, and it was not too hot. It was different from the coldness in the past. This hotness spread directly from the close body to the apex of the heart.

The state of the other party is obviously not that good. At this moment, he is just on instinctive vigilance and uses the sword against her. It is probably just after bathing, and his body is a little wet. The two collarbones of the black neckline are looming, and it is cold and white in the dark, sharp but attractive. .

   "There is no second person here, of course to see you."

   She didn't like the feeling of being forcibly shackled, but force was never her strong point, so she didn't do any useless struggles, she lay on the bed, raised the corners of her lips, smiled at him gently, and her eyebrows had the majesty and dignity of the royal family.

   During a few seconds of confrontation, the breathing was shallow and shallow, and the slender and hot body of the young man was propped on top of her. The vigilance in his eyes did not tend to fade at all, and he obviously didn't believe her reason at all.

   "I don't believe it..." Su Qingan licked her lower lip, "Then what should I do?"

   Her voice was soft and soft, adding a sense of lingering lingering, even like the whispering between lovers, with more subtle ambiguousness.

  Su Qingan raised his hand.

  Cen Zhou's brain was dizzy due to the high fever, and his consciousness also tended to be blurred. He tried his best to restrain her. When Su Qingan raised his hand, he pressed the sword down, and his voice was hoarse and ordered.

"do not move."