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

   Chapter 691 Crazy Criticism of Beauty for Taking Villain Script 21

   "Stop!" Thirteen's pupils shrank, screaming, and he saw a trace of evil spirit that did not belong to a beggar, "That's mine!"

   Zuixianlou, a pavilion on the third floor, by the window, a slender figure leans on his side, holds a wine glass, and pours spirits straight into his throat.

   "Boom."

  The wine glass is neither light nor heavy on the table.

Cen Zhou looked indifferently at the scene outside the window, the cold wind ruffled his black hair, he picked up a bamboo chopstick from the table, put it in his hand and played with it twice. , threw it out lightly—

  The sound of the wind ripped through the air and whistled.

"boom!"

   loudly.

   Bamboo chopsticks hit the running beggar's leg accurately from a high altitude, the man's knee hurt, he bent down, knelt directly on the ground, hugged his leg and screamed, and the silver in his hand fell out.

  Thirteen chased after him tightly, picked up the silver, and was a little surprised.

  Su Qing's body was weak, standing in the same place and did not move, she raised her head and looked upwards.

  The prosperous Jian'an City was framed as a bustling painting, the sun shrouded the sky and the earth, and it was popular for 90,000 miles.

  The man was leaning against the window of the restaurant, his outline was deep and cold, like the lines carved by the blade of a knife, he was dressed in black, his black hair fluttered in the wind, thin and straight, but his lips were as bright as rouge.

  Su Qingan looked up at him, the sun was dazzling, and he couldn't see clearly, such a lonely and alienated temperament, separated from a completely different world, was too eye-catching.

  He was in a high place, with wine and a sword, he lowered his eyes carelessly, looked at each other for a short time, drank the wine in the glass, and then closed the window ruthlessly.

   "It's Brother Cen!" Thirteen said in surprise.

"You know him?"

   "Big Brother Cen saved me once before, and I was about to be beaten to death that time. If it wasn't for him, maybe you wouldn't be able to see me now, Princess." Thirteen's smile couldn't hide the bitterness, and his eyes were filled with admiration for knights.

  Su Qing was silent.

Unlike Su Qing'an's profitability, Cen Zhou's actions are all based on likes and dislikes. The other party will kill one person in ten steps and the fourteen states of Jianhan, and he will easily leave the capital that people yearn for because of his freedom, and he will help the roadside. Beggars will do good deeds without asking for anything in return, without any reason.

  This sword can not only kill but also save.

   Beneath the indifference is silence and tenderness towards the world, a beating heart, fresh and kind.

  People like Cen Zhou are inherently attractive.

   His freedom, loneliness, indifference, or hidden enthusiasm.

   That was something that never existed in the shackles of the capital.

  No one does not love such a young man.

  The less a person has, the more he wants to get something.

   Everyone is the same.

   Let him be fascinated, let him be broken, let him draw a dungeon as a prison, let him tear off the cold shell, and reveal the heart beating with sincerity and enthusiasm!

   The root of human inferiority.

   But that's it.

  Su Qingan is a completely different person from Cen Zhou.

   She is in shackles, and his heart is free.

   They are two extremes.

  People always look to good places, and no one will turn back.

  Su Qing'an is not immune to the vulgarity. From the first sight, the qualities of the other party, like fate, attract her.

   To plunder, to possess, and to do whatever it takes.

only…

Su Qingan frowned, suppressing the feeling of a dull pain in her heart. It was her instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm. She didn't know if there was a reason for this body to be reborn. She panicked when she saw Cen Zhou. or never see again.

   Her first benevolence, she chose the latter.

   She suddenly became obsessed with regrets.

  Qi Lou watched Su Qing'an's reaction, and also began to crash silently.

   I lost a little bit of memory in my last life, so it shouldn't affect anything... right?

   "Currently the opponent's blackening value is 57, you still have to work hard to lower it."

   The character target left the Princess Mansion, and the blackening value dropped, which proves that Cen Zhou did not want to see Su Qingan, but to reduce the blackening value, he must meet, which violates the rules again, and it is difficult to do,

  Qi Lou whispered to Su Qing'an, "It doesn't matter if it is difficult to descend, but don't go up! Once the blackening value is full..."

  Su Qingan thoughtfully, "It's not necessarily because of me that he's blackened, maybe it's his secret. Even if someone else makes him black in the future, will it be counted on my head?"

   "I think you are more likely." Qi Lou said objectively, "I'll be thankful if you don't do anything to cause him to blacken."

   "How come?" Su Qingan said in surprise, "It's rare for me to be a good person once."

   Qi Lou, hehe.

   I believe you are a ghost!

  You dog liar!

   "My leg...my leg..." The beggar who robbed the money squatted on the ground, hugging his leg and wailing in pain, no one pitied him.

   Self-inflicted sin, not to live!

   After confirming that Su Qingan had left, Thirteen stepped forward and seemed to struggle for a long time: "Can you get up? Can I help you?"

   The beggar's eyes widened, not expecting such an idiot, so he nodded quickly, and stared at the silver in Thirteen's hands.

   "Be careful." Thirteen smiled and supported him until he walked to the remote alley.

   The beggar felt that he was able to do it again, and he was delighted, it was a godsend!

  Thirteen stood in the shadows, his pupils slowly narrowed into a cunning arc, and he sighed lightly: "Oh, I don't seem to have said that I am a good person..."

   Those who rob him should be damned!

  In the capital of early April, the peach blossoms are more and more blooming.

   It was still cold in the far north, and a sudden heavy snow covered the battlefield.

  The capital's 100,000 troops arrived in the north smoothly all the way, facing the violent snowstorm, the north wind was like a knife, and the soldiers' cheeks hurt.

  Gu Feibai narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and wiped his face.

   General Zhang laughed: "The prince of Nanning has fine skin and tender meat, don't fall into the snow before seeing the enemy!"

   Both of them wanted to kill each other in their hearts. There was no need to act respectfully. Gu Feibai smiled, with red lips and white teeth: "Don't worry about General Zhang, Feibai still has some skills."

   General Zhang snorted coldly, his eyes gloomy.

  In the tent, everyone discussed the countermeasures, basically ignoring Gu Feibai.

   Not to mention the commander-in-chief, even the soldiers refused to accept it, and looked at Gu Feibai with contempt and dissatisfaction.

   In their eyes, Gu Feibai was probably just a young boy who came to play. He became a lieutenant when he first arrived, and he didn’t know what the emperor thought.

   There is nothing like the mighty bravery of his biological father!

   What a pity the King of Nanning.

   Gu Feibai felt a little troublesome. She has always been the image of a **** in the capital over the years. If she turned it around now, it would definitely arouse General Zhang's vigilance.

   After the discussion, she dangling her legs, rolled up her sleeves, and showed a white wrist, thinking about writing a letter to Su Qingan and giving it to the carrier pigeon.

   behind,

   stood alone.

   The shadow was like a black bear, shrouded in front of him, Gu Feibai's eyelids jumped, his heart shrank suddenly, his face still maintained the expression just now, he immediately turned to look.

   (end of this chapter)