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

  Chapter 733 Crazy Criticism of Beauty for Taking Villain Script 63

   The torrential rain hit his head, dripping along the side face, it should be embarrassing, and the back is stiff and stretched into a straight line, like a bow that can be broken at any time.

  When the rain fell from the eyelashes, it was like tears, and there were tears left in the corners of the eyes. The teenager's head was dizzy and stagnant, and the low-grade fever repeated for three days. Su Qing'an's words were like cold electricity splitting all joy.

He saw the indifferent face of the other party, his thoughts were in chaos, he opened his mouth, wanted to say a lot, wanted to ask something, and finally wiped his face, his strength was very heavy, his fingers were cold to the point of trembling, and he was almost unable to hide the panic, hurt and helpless. , hovering on the verge of collapse, can only ask dumbly.

   "Why all of a sudden... It was fine before, what did I do wrong? You tell me, can you speak well? Don't be like this... Don't..."

   is incoherent.

   I don't understand, and I'm trying to save it again.

   Heartless and dull pain.

  Cen Zhou hated himself for not being good at words for the first time. He didn't understand how Su Qing'an had changed in three days. He just felt that what he did was not good enough.

   For the beginning of this relationship, he was very cautious from beginning to end.

  Su Qingan just lowered her eyes lightly, her long eyelashes curved softly and affectionately, and glanced at the boy's hand grabbing her wrist, but it was a contemptuous and ruthless look.

   The woman's red lips parted lightly.

   The most hurtful and cold-blooded words he used to spit out the sweet and sweet mouth day and night.

   "This palace is a princess, gold and jade, above ten thousand people, how can it be possible to see you?"

   "The bet is a lie to you, and this palace has never taken it seriously."

   "I never loved you."

  -"Warning! The redemption mission target has a blackening value of 92!" The cold and sharp alarm sounded in Su Qing'an's mind, reflecting the rumbling thunder, which was about to get out of control and collapse.

   On the night of April 18, Su Qingan used only three sentences to defeat all Cen Zhou's proud reason, and the whole world fell apart!

   The rain was raging and getting heavier. The peach blossom wood hairpin fell into the dust and no one cared about it. The hem of the two of them was wet from the rain.

  The cold wind was blowing, and it was unbearable.

   The more she looked like she was holding an umbrella in the wind and rain, the more pitiful and ridiculous he looked.

When Su Qingan said this, it reminded Cen Zhou that a month ago, she still kissed the scar behind his left ear, her eyebrows lowered, and asked him if it hurt, and said that she would not be hurt again, she said she would. distressed.

  's head was muddled, and many fragments of them together flashed through. I don't know why.

The heart is empty, the cold wind is blowing in it, full of joy, the soft and sincere place is opened carefully, what is ushered in is not love, but the sharpest knife. Not torn apart and muddy.

   If all this is false, what the **** is this year?

   What is he?

   "I don't believe it." Cen Zhou squeezed out a sour and astringent voice between his lips and teeth, rubbing the tip of the knife abruptly, mixed with breathing and heartbeat, **** and twisted in pain.

   He didn't let go of her wrist, but his eyes were red, and he repeated fiercely again: "I don't believe it!"

   "Let go!" Su Qingan struggled for a while, but didn't let it go, her tone was thin, and she ordered, "It's just a self-deception, whatever you want."

   "You say it again." Cen Zhou approached her and shortened the distance between the two to almost the same distance. The rain hit him, cold, and the chill penetrated into the cracks of the bones.

   His heart was cold, his body was hot, his brain was uncomfortable and groggy, as if a sword was stirring inside.

Those eyes were washed by the rain, staring at Su Qing'an, not letting go of any expression on her face, her voice trembled to pleading, "You say it again, look into my eyes, you said that this year It's all fake! You said...you don't love me at all."

  Su Qingan had never seen such a Cen Zhou.

  The eyebrows and eyes are fragile, the eye sockets are red, and the tone is choked, forming a broken and hot heart.

   A thousand times, I just don’t want to be abandoned again.

   She can piece the heart together now, or break it overnight.

  From now on—there will never be such enthusiasm!

   A white light flashed across the horizon, tearing apart the dark night sky, and for a moment it was as bright as day, illuminating the faces of the two people.

   she told him that night.

   "I love you so much."

   said many times.

  Cen Zhou believed it to be true.

At this moment, the tear mole on the right corner of Su Qing'an's right eye was like a natural tear stain, and when he looked at him, those glazed eyes were the cold blood of the emperor's family, saying every word: "It's all fake, I don't, love, you!"

  The rain fell from the skin of the two of them, which quenched all the heat, and Cen Zhou was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

  He came from the quagmire alone, and he didn't need warmth or warmth.

   He had suffered so many wounds, the most serious stab wound was only three inches from the heart.

   But he didn't know why it hurt so much this time.

  From the moment of his heart, to the night of April 16th to the 18th, the second before Su Qing'an didn't say that sentence, he wanted to tell her dignifiedly—

he loves her.

   He wants to tell her that he will marry her with three letters and six rituals, and it is Feng Guanxia, ​​who is known to the whole world, and will live up to her innocence.

   He was planning to leave the capital and go to the frontier, to fight a way out on the battlefield to protect the family and the country, and also for her. He wants to be the sharpest knife in her hand until she takes the supreme position.

   He wants her to get everything she wants, and everything she gets is beautiful!

   What else did he want to say... Cen Zhou had a splitting headache and thought blankly, looking at Su Qing'an's decisive face, his vision was blurred, and a faint smile appeared.

   He wanted to say that he was going to leave after April 16 with her, he would come back within three years, and he would not let her wait for him too…

   Needless to say!

   These nonsense words have become the most pale and ridiculous oath.

  The sound of thunder was deafening, the wind and rain were violent and dull, smashing in the ears and in the heart.

   "You are so pitiful, Cen Zhou."

  Su Qing'an's eyes moved to other places without any disturbance.

   "From now on, don't let Ben Gong see you at the Princess Mansion."

  The rain fell from Cen Zhou's eyelashes.

   is like a tear.

   Those eyes that are always clean and magnanimous, flushed red, are sad.

   Distressed to the point of numbness.

   It doesn't hurt so much anymore.

The    hand was violently thrown away and fell to her side, and she left.

  's back, disappeared into the rain.

  A smoky blue oil-paper umbrella separates the two worlds.

  Cen Zhou has always been cold-hearted and doesn't understand love. If it wasn't for Su Qing'an, he might have been a free-spirited swordsman all his life.

   Now that this sword has a heart and soil to take root, Baba is held up by others, and then smashed to pieces.

   On the day he finally understood love, he ushered in the cruelest blow in his life.

  —“The redemption mission target has a blackening value of 99!”

  —"Warning! Warning! Once the mission target's blackening value is full, an irresistible trend will occur. Please choose the host carefully."

   (end of this chapter)