The Rebirth of the National Goddess

The boy was kicked off the wall.

There was a splash of bright red blood on the ground.

The boy's frail body twitched violently a few times, and then he lost consciousness.

That's all, no one dares to beg for mercy anymore.

Alive, at least there is hope.

They all lowered their eyes and trembled all over, like a group of sheep being slaughtered.

Suddenly, Luo Tian noticed that different young man, because he was the only one in the audience, who dared to stare at him closely, his dark eyes fixed on that young man, and there was a playful and sinister smile on his face Meaning, "Let's start with him."

The game of cat and mouse is his favorite.

The boy didn't resist or flinch, his body was tense, and he pressed his lips tightly!

Still pierced into his own flesh and blood by the cold steel needle.

The cold liquid spread to every part of the body along with the veins.

His consciousness began to gradually slacken, but there was still awe-inspiring ruthlessness in his eyes, as if those rays of light could turn into substance at any time, making these people linger.

He swears! As long as he survives, he will surely dig out the hearts of these foreign lunatics! Frustrated!

To avenge his people!

Luo Tian looked at the young man with a look of appreciation in his eyes.

Few people can persist for so long in front of such a domineering virus.

Even adults can't resist it!

This young man is a tough one.

As long as you practice a little in the future, you will become a master.

It's just a pity that I cast the wrong tire.

China mainland is not a good place.

Luo Tian twisted the blue pill in his hand, glanced at the people in the room with pity, and a sneering smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

I believe no one would have imagined that after 30 years, he——

Luo Tian!

came back.

**

As dusk set in the west, the setting sun was like blood, dyeing half of the sky in the capital red.

Chu Jin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and stared at it for a long time. His waist was straightened, his expression was calm, and no emotion could be seen in his clear eyes.

Until, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." She parted her red lips lightly and said without turning her head.

There is no one else in this family except Mrs. Zhang.

"Miss," Mrs. Zhang took a few steps forward cautiously, and said respectfully, "Mr. is back. He asked me to come downstairs for dinner."

Mrs. Zhang raised her eyes to look at the bamboo-like orchid-like back in front of her, and quickly withdrew her gaze. Although the girl in front of her was only in her teens, she had an aura that didn't belong to her age. momentum.

This kind of momentum that has been baptized by Fengshui, thunder and lightning.

Involuntary fear.

Anyway, not like a kid who is only a teenager.

gentlemen?

Chu Jin frowned slightly. This family is called Mr., and there is no one else except him.

he came.

"I see, go down immediately." Chu Jin responded.

Mrs. Zhang turned and left, and gently closed the door.

ten minutes later.

Chu Jin changed her clothes and went downstairs.

There is no one in the quiet living room, and the crystal lamp emits dazzling light.

There was a faintly seductive fragrance in the air.

You can also hear the sound of frying vegetables.

Well, someone is cooking in the kitchen.

Chu Jin walked through the dining room and came to the kitchen.

Then I saw a slender jade-like figure busy in the kitchen.

There are such people in the world.

No matter when and where, what is the scene around you, even in a kitchen full of oily smoke, you can still achieve a sense of majesty like pointing to the country.

Obviously, the man in front of him is.

Wen Neng draws a pen to secure the world, and Wu Neng rides a horse to determine the universe.

Using these fourteen words to describe him is perfect.

Pushing open the glass door, Chu Jin looked up at him, "Where is Mrs. Zhang?"

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Chu Jin would never have believed that the Patriarch of the Mo family would cook the food himself.

Moreover, smelling the fragrance, it seems that there are two brushes.

Added some water to the pot, and then put the lid on, Mo Zhixuan turned to look at her, "I told Aunt Zhang to go back first, the kitchen smells of cooking oil, you go out first, don't get your clothes dirty."

Chu Jin wore a sleeveless white dress, her long hair was pulled into a ball head, revealing her white and long neck, and her beautifully curved collarbone. Occasionally, a few mischievous strands of hair fell from her smooth forehead. It slipped down, forming a stark contrast with the white snow-like skin, making the lips more red and the skin whiter, flawless and clean, as bright as the moonlight.

A pair of clear and bottomless bewitching peach blossom eyes are even more eye-catching.

able--

Mesmerizing.

"You are not afraid, what am I afraid of?" Chu Jin walked to him and picked up the spatula, "Today you celebrate the holiday, let me do things like cooking, you go to the living room and have a meeting." Although she didn't know, Can I eat the dishes I fry by myself?

As the Patriarch of the Mo family, he is usually busy with official duties, calling the shots in the mall, and now he is actually giving advice in her kitchen. Thinking about it, he is really flattered.

"A holiday?" Mr. Mo raised his eyebrows in surprise, "What holiday?"

The tone of voice was still as deep and cold as ever, but if you listen carefully, you can find the love and indulgence hidden in it.

Chu Jin reached out and picked up a piece of green vegetables soaked in water, with a smile on his lips, "Every year on the third Sunday in June, what kind of holiday do you think? Father Mo—" The ending sound was long and thought-provoking.