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

  Chapter 729 Crazy Criticism of Beauty to Take Villain Script 59

   "I was in the wolf pack when I was a child, and then my master raised me."

   He never said that to anyone.

   "So..." No wonder Xiao Hui was so close to him, no wonder he was always cold and silent.

   It turned out that he was also abandoned.

   I have felt the pain in my heart, and the silent silence behind the pain.

   "Then do we have the same problem?"

  The boy stood beside him, hesitated for a long time, reached out and rubbed Su Qing'an's head, like some kind of low and silent comfort.

"Will be fine."

   His world is also full of chaos, but he will not bring bitterness to her world.

  Su Qingan had the desire to talk for the first time, and talked a lot about the past without beginning or end.

  Cen Zhou seems to have known another her. This feeling is very strange. It is through the shell that he sees the soft little animal huddled in the shell.

   He listened quietly and handed her a jug of wine.

   "Su Qing'an." The boy's cold voice was blown away by the wind, and his solemn words were forever, "I won't hurt you in the future."

   Later, Su Qing'an's memory of the early 33rd year of Yonglin was only the desolate cemetery and Cen Zhou's solemn and firm commitment.

Or, there are the messy dumplings he made, the slightly reddened ears because of the cramped, the novelty looking at the little goldfish raised in the house, the side face that bulges with the little goldfish, and the blushing because of her approaching Avoiding glances.

   He is soft, warm, and sincere.

  Sometimes Su Qingan thinks, it's not bad to be like this all the time.

   It is getting closer and closer to their original one-year appointment. The cold winter comes early, and it goes earlier. Almost in March, the ice and snow begin to melt, and the early spring sunshine shines on Jian'an City ahead of time.

  How many nights, love and desire are entangled, hard to part.

   When Su Qing'an was exhausted, her eyes were red, with tears flowing through the mole on the corner of her right eye.

  Cen Zhou was always silent, fierce and unscrupulous at this time.

  Su Qingan looked up at him from the ground, hair brushed against his knees, how many times he would see a scar behind his left ear.

  Su Qingan asked him how he stayed.

   At that time, Cen Zhou's voice was hoarse: "I fought before, I didn't pay attention."

  Su Qingan kissed the scar behind his ear, the temperature was boiling hot, and asked vaguely, "Does it hurt?"

The three words    were branded on the tip of his heart, like some kind of charcoal torture tool. It was very hot, and there was a slight shudder in the pain, so that Cen Zhou paused and was at a loss for a moment.

   No one ever asked him that.

   He told the truth: "It's been too long to remember."

   "Humans are not stones, it will definitely hurt." Su Qingan repeatedly polished the scar behind the ear, as if she had a soft spot for it, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.

  Cen Zhou didn't speak anymore, and sometimes she would bite his wrist when he was too ruthless.

   At that time he said, "Will I marry you?"

  Su Qingan asked: "How do you want to marry me?"

   The person on the body, word by word.

   In Su Qing'an's stunned eyes, those eyes had dark flames: "I will protect you forever."

   looks like a question, but it doesn't mean any question at all, it's already an absolute statement.

   No matter what her answer was, he had only one answer.

  What she wants, he gives.

  Su Qingan was silent for a long time, her voice could not be broken, and she spoke intermittently.

   "Will die."

   "Not afraid."

   So she laughed: "I love you so much."

   Those obscure monopoly desires, morbid methods and day and night obsessions are called love by Su Qingan.

   His ears turned red, his movements were more ruthless, cold and silent.

   Day by day, approaching April 16.

   He left without hesitation in the last life, Su Qingan didn't know his choice in this life.

   On this day, Su Qingan was drinking Cen Zhou's wine and watching him dance his sword in the courtyard.

  Cen Zhou spoke many times, but stopped, hesitated too much, and finally just called her name dully.

   "Su Qing'an."

   His breath fell on her ear, he was not good at words, he just wanted to prove it with actions.

  Su Qingan smiled, moved closer, and placed a light kiss on his lips.

"Good night."

  Cen Zhou is to Su Qingan.

   is always special.

   Now Su Qing'an thinks, it's okay to change the way.

   "The blackening value is 30." Qi Lou, who hadn't spoken for a long time, smiled happily and said to Su Qing'an happily, "It's almost over! You are the most powerful host I have ever seen!"

   The health pot has seen the dawn of the end of the mission!

   "Don't brag, it will float." Su Qingan said lazily.

  …

  Today is April fifteenth.

  The weather is fine and everything is sunny.

   When Su Mohuan came over, Cen Zhou was teaching Su Qingan to practice swords.

   She watched from a distance and ran over, her voice less clear than before: "Sister! Brother Cen Zhou!"

   "Come on." Su Qingan's brows and eyes were warm, and she stared at Su Mohuan intently.

  The sun is shining but the depression on the face can’t be covered.

   It hasn't passed this year, and Su Mohuan can't laugh anymore.

  This is a martial arts training ground, weapons abound, the April sun hangs overhead, and the grass grows and warblers fly.

   "You are practicing swordsmanship, Ah Huan also wants to learn." Su Mohuan would be accustomed to biting her little finger when speaking, "But I don't want to learn this, sister, I want to learn this—"

  She rolled her eyes, picked up the iron arrow next to her, and waved to Su Qingan!

  The cold arrow flashes coldly in the sun, and it can almost penetrate a person's heart.

  Su Qing looked at her steadily, with strange eyes: "Interested in archery?"

   "Yes, but I'm not very good at it, Brother Cen Zhou, I heard that you are very good at archery, can you teach me?"

  The boy's tone was cold: "No."

   "Oh, you are so ruthless." Su Mohuan said something, angry and sullen, and muttered that I would find someone else to teach me.

   She played with the bow and arrow with difficulty and curiosity, her little hand pulled the bow with all her strength, and then, without warning, pointed the direction of the arrow's tip at Su Qing'an!

  The sun is dazzling, blurring people's faces.

  The atmosphere seems to have changed from a certain moment.

Su Qing'an couldn't dodge. The April wind ruffled her white hairband. Looking at Su Mohuan's familiar eyebrows and eyes, they overlapped with the blood-filled palace. Two different memory fragments were constantly overlapping and overlapping, dreaming back to the previous year. .

  What chaotic, forgotten picture reappears in front of your eyes!

   A very strange and unfamiliar feeling suddenly appeared in my heart.

  Cen Zhou stood in front of Su Qing'an expressionlessly, completely covering the person behind him, and didn't let go of his hand holding the sword.

  Su Qingan stared at the thin back of the young man, and in his memory, he was very familiar.

   She narrowed her eyes, a little puzzled by the sudden uncontrollable reaction of her body.

  Su Mohuan reacted: "What are you doing! I'll try this arrow, will it work? Brother Cen Zhou, don't you think I will hurt your sister?"

Cen Zhou always cherishes words to foreigners, and he did the same to Su Qingan at first, his tone was a little dark, even now he has no closeness because the other party is Su Qingan's sister: "The sword has no eyes, it will hurt people. ."

  Su Mohuan pouted the corners of her mouth.

  If my sister is not there, can she go back to the past…

   (end of this chapter)