Overlord's best villain

Ouyang Yixuan didn't know when to stand behind Ye Yuran.

Seeing the girl's thin and thin figure, he took off his jacket and put on her softly, and his voice was gentle "Care." Then he leaned over and hugged her, walking outside the cemetery.

The most precious treasure is the same, carefully.

This kind of gentle and care, the realistic manner makes Ye Yu unable to distinguish his intention.

"Ouyang Xuanxuan, are you my enemy or my friend?" Ye Yuran asked in his arms.

Now, no one can believe it.

Ouyang Xuanxuan smiled evil charm, Fenghua Jier, "I am your husband."

Ye Yuran's heart suddenly had a pain like a knife, and she remembered him. That was the man she taboo.

Ouyang Yixuan noticed her strangeness, murmured, as if talking to herself and asking her, "Is the injury that is never mentioned, or has it been healed? Or has it been remembered?"

What should he do to make Mu Zichen from her heart?

"Ouyang Xuanxuan, don't think you want to see through me. I have nothing to do with you, let alone expect me to engage with you." Ye Yu said indifferently.

She hates this man can easily see her thoughts. She hates this feeling.

Ouyang Xuanxuan didn't know if she was born with a good temper, or she was spoiled to her. No matter how bad her attitude was, Ouyang Xuanxuan spoiled her "I would make you willing to engage with me."

Ye Yu was so embarrassed.

‘I will make you willing to say the three words’, and Mu Zichen's voice sounds in Ye Yuran's ear. She can even sound his expression when he says this sentence.

Unfortunately, those three words, he can't wait, she won't say it.

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Mu family

As soon as Shangguan Zexi entered the Mu Zichen's family, he smelled the sky.

He saw Mu Zichen, who was exhausted, and tightened in his heart.

He has never seen such Mu Zichen. Is it really the point where Mu's is irreparable?

Mu Zichen laughed with the wine bottle, "Mu's will be fine, but what about her. What is the meaning of everything?" He poured a large mouthful of wine in his mouth, but helplessly drunk into sadness and sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrow

More worried.

Shangguan Zexi realized that the woman who made Mu Zichen cry and made him laugh no longer.

"What about Qian Xi?" He asked tentatively.

"Oh, Qian Xi. Who is Qianxi? I ​​never know a person named Qianxi." Mu Zichen's bitter tears flowed out of the corner of his eyes. Mo Qianxi had already left his life.

"Zichen, what happened? Where did Qian Xi go?" Shangguan Zexi asked his wine bottles anxiously.

"She is Ye Yuran, haha, she is Ye Yuran. Did you hear it? She is not Mo Qianxi, she is Ye Yuran." Mu Zichen smiled loudly.

No one knows, what kind of bitterness behind his smile?

That girl is her favorite person.

"She is ... Ye Yuzhe's sister?" Shangguan Zexi was shocked.

He also heard about it two years ago, but he knew clearly that Mu Zichen was by no means such a despicable person. People who were in the car must have another person. Unfortunately, there was no evidence to prove it.

"Zexi, why do you say that she is Ye Yuzhe's sister, why is it her. My Qianxi was the one who hated me the most." Mu Zichen was paralyzed on the sofa, drunk.

Shangguan Zexi was distressed in his heart, but he didn't know how to comfort him. He could only accompany him aside.