The Rebirth of the National Goddess

The man squeezed the playing cards in his hand and looked at them carefully.

Very ordinary plum blossom J.

The tire was blown out, but the card was intact.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have believed that a small poker card would be so powerful?

Moreover, it was still under such strong winds.

Ordinary people may not even be able to stand firmly.

Not to mention ordinary people, even cultivators would not be able to be that calm and composed under such circumstances.

And she did.

No wonder Zheng Chuyi tried every means to get rid of her.

To Zheng Chuyi, this person was indeed a great threat.

He has not encountered such a strong opponent for a long time.

The black Plum Blossom J emits a faint light under the sunlight.

Ordinary yet mysterious.

Understated yet eye-catching.

The man raised his sinister eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised a playful arc.

He had investigated Chu Jin before.

According to the data, her family has more than three generations, all of them are ordinary people, and their blood is even lower.

Parents are just ordinary businessmen.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for this kind of family to have a person with spiritual power.

However, Chu Jin not only possesses spiritual power, but also has extremely high talent.

This is a bit unbelievable.

On the winding mountain road, after a fatal bend, the extended Rolls Royce disappeared.

"Failed?" In the villa on the other side, a beauty in red was lying comfortably on a chaise longue enjoying the sun. After hearing the report from the visitor, she sat up from the chaise longue in shock. Her perfect pair of willow-leaf eyes were very dangerous. squinted.

It seems that she underestimated Chu Jin.

Originally, she wanted to take advantage of Mo Zhixuan's absence on the extremely cloudy night to get rid of Chu Jin, but she didn't expect that Aaron personally took action, and the action failed.

Could it be that besides Mo Zhixuan, there are other tall people standing behind Chu Jin?

Chu Jin is just an ordinary person, and it is impossible for her to have such skills. Then, besides Mo Zhixuan, who else is standing behind her?

Zheng Chuyi walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out at the scenery.

Suddenly, a black figure appeared in my mind.

A black windbreaker, black hat.

A firm chin and a straight figure.

It is like a black manjusawa walking in the world.

Mysterious and powerful.

Is the failure of this operation related to that mysterious man in black?

Thinking of the man in black, Zheng Chuyi's face became even more gloomy.

Other than Mo Zhixuan, that was the only one who didn't take himself seriously.

Even, stepped on his dignity under his feet.

What is the relationship between Chu Jin and him?

Why did he help Chu Jin?

In terms of beauty, she is not inferior to Chu Jin!

In terms of blood, she is thousands of times more noble than Chu Jin!

In terms of identity, compared to Chu Jin, she is more like a mud and a bright moon.

She is Haoyue.

Chu Jin is mud.

Not even mud.

In the secular world, Chu Jin is nothing but a well-known waste.

These men are really blind! Everyone revolves around such a piece of trash.

If there is no Chu Jin, these honors belong to him.

The pair of hands hidden under the red sleeves are getting tighter and tighter.

"Where is Aaron now?" After a long time, Zheng Chuyi spoke slowly, her tone still gentle.

The woman standing behind her shrank her neck in fright, and said cautiously, "Mr. Aaron is still on the winding mountain road. The vehicle has been attacked and cannot drive normally. They are waiting for support."

The woman has seen Zheng Chuyi's methods before, as beautiful as her face is, she is as ruthless as her heart.

The so-called femme fatale is exactly that.

Zheng Chuyi said coldly, "Trash!" At the same time, she picked up the scissors by the window sill, and slowly trimmed a blooming rose.

The red roses are delicate and charming.

It merged with the red figure unexpectedly.

The so-called people are more delicate than flowers, that's it.

The women were almost dumbfounded.

This is the first time she knows that there are such beautiful people in the world.

Ms. Zheng had such a good life, no wonder Mr. Jiang was willing to go crazy for it.

If she were Mr. Jiang, she would be stuck in the mud, unable to extricate herself.

Zheng Chuyi elegantly trimmed the branches and leaves of the roses, with a cold arc on the corner of her mouth, which was extremely inconsistent with her gorgeous facial features.

Suddenly, the scissors moved to a blooming rose.

Click——

Hands up and down.

The red rose followed the scissors and fell to the wooden floor, and the petals scattered all over the floor.

Seeing this, the woman's heart trembled, for fear that if she was not careful, that rose would be her end.

The waist is bent into a bow.

"Give me the phone." Zheng Chuyi threw away the scissors and stretched out her slender hand, with an unprecedentedly gloomy face.

The woman froze for a moment, then handed over the mobile phone in her pocket.

Zheng Chuyi took the phone, lowered her eyes and made a call.

beep--

But a few seconds.

It was picked up there.

"Chuchu." A magnetic voice came from the other side of the screen, the tone was a little thought-provoking, and the voice was more intimate and natural, a bit like a whisper between lovers.

"Aaron," Zheng Chuyi said in a cool tone, "You really are a piece of trash!"

Compared with Aaron, Zheng Chuyi's attitude is extremely bad.