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

  Chapter 671 Crazy Criticizing Beauty Takes Villain Script 2

  Others didn't even see his movements clearly. In a few moments, they flew into the lake. When the toes stepped over, layers of waves appeared on the lake surface. The movements were extremely fast, and the hem of the clothes flew into the wind.

   When we said goodbye, Cen Zhou carried Zhang Shuliang's wet collar with one hand, went ashore easily, and threw the person on the ground!

   The people present finally saw his eyebrows clearly, and the strong surprise flashed past.

  A painting of a boy who was born in a distant mountain, light and cool.

   "I just told you why didn't you come out!" Zhang Shuliang broke down and burst into tears.

   "I'm only responsible for your life." Cen Zhou said indifferently.

   "Do you mean you came out when I was about to die?!" Zhang Shuliang stared in disbelief.

  Cen Zhou nodded.

  The depth of the lake is not deadly, Zhang Shuliang knows water, but he has never seen himself tossing himself to death.

   Zhang Shuliang: "..."

  Wow cry out.

   Tears and snot together.

   "Woo woo you take me home, I'm going to complain to my father."

   "My duty didn't take you home." Cen Zhou lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were long, and his voice was nice but cold, "You can find someone from Zhang's house."

   "???????"

   "Wow Woo Woo Woo!!!!!!"

  Zhang Shuliang cried, the ground shook and the mountains were shaken.

   She said in despair: "Cen Zhou, I have refused marriage for you. If you do this again, I will never love you again!!"

   You lost my love forever!

   The teenager sighed in relief: "It's so good."

  “…”

  # is not very harmful, but highly insulting

  #Are you polite?

   His side face was splattered with blood, his outline was deep and bloody, the bridge of his nose was very straight, his thin lips were piercing, and he looked like a lone wolf in the pale sunlight of March.

   The young swordsman did not stay too long, and after everyone was safe, he disappeared from sight again.

  Leaving everyone's impression is only a black dress, a sword, and an unattainable temperament.

   "Cen Zhou." Su Qingan squinted her eyes and smiled lightly, meaning unknown.

   It turned out that his name was Cen Zhou.

   That was Su Qingan, who met Cen Zhou for the first time.

  In March, in the peach forest, in the mountain birds return together.

  Long years later.

  Don't bow your head to anyone.

  …

   After half a month.

   It was late at night, and Jian'an City was almost overturned by a sudden cold rain in early spring. The lanterns hung every five steps in the princess' residence shook violently in the windy and rainy night, making dull noises, and even the lights flickered on and off.

   Occasionally, a few maids bowed their heads and walked through the nine-turn corridor. They couldn't help but look at the figure in the center of the courtyard. They were kneeling.

   The distance is so far that I can't see the face clearly, just looking at the outline makes people shy away.

  The cold rain smashed all over the man, leaving dark traces along the hem of his clothes. The back was blurred in the rain, and he was still kneeling straight, like a sword that never bends.

"It's a blessing for the princess to call him to be the secret guard. If it was someone else, he would have been grateful. He's better. He would rather kneel down than enter the princess' mansion. The princess has already rested in the inner palace. I can't see anyone at night!"

   "It's a pity, after entering the house, I'm afraid there will be no good fruit to eat."

   "What can he do now to see the princess..."

  The hurried discussion after the maid lowered her voice was scattered in the roaring wind and rain. She did not dare to stay any longer and left.

   The man had one knee and a half on the cold ground, and seemed to hear it, but he didn't respond at all.

   Clouds cover the moon outside the hall, and it rains heavily on a cold night.

   The fragrance in the hall is soft and gentle.

   The slender figure leaned against the soft Huanghuali couch, with his arms propped in front of the couch, his fingertips slightly touching his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes closed, and he was half awake, as if he had dreamed of something bad.

The sleeves slipped down with the movement, revealing the bright wrists that blocked the frost and snow. In addition to the white skirt, there was also a red fox fur cloak. The white was white and the red was red. Some of them are also infected with a bit of sickness.

  Su Qingan was awakened by a familiar voice.

   "Princess, that person is still outside. It's been four hours since the daytime, and the iron body can't handle it. Would you like to meet?"

The whispering voice entwined in her ears, as if yesterday, and the sound of the fighting in the dream separated two completely different worlds. She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, and her vision blurred to see the dull and elegant inner hall, and a Young, worried faces.

   That night, Su Qingan had a long dream.

   Can't tell the past life from the present life.

   "Ruosu?" She called out in a daze.

   "The servant is here, but the princess is thirsty?" Ruosu's brows were gentle, she bent down and poured her a cup of tea, and gently handed it to Su Qingan.

  Su Qingan didn't take the cup of tea, but raised her hand and stroked Ruosu's face inch by inch, her fingertips trembling slightly, blood-stained ice.

   The girl's body temperature is so fresh, and her eyes are so blank, not in that night where the corpses are everywhere, in the palace with the broken city wall, desperately shouting that there are traitors inside, let yourself go quickly.

   "Princess?" Ruo Su whispered.

   A bodhisattva with a face like Su Qingan, who is brutal in his bones, striving for the throne step by step, should go to **** after death.

   "How many years is Yonglin today?" Su Qingan suddenly felt a splitting headache, strong heart palpitations and everything she was familiar with made her think of absurd guesses.

She is accustomed to the collapse of Mount Tai without changing its color. Years of royal influence have made her face not flustered even when she encounters such a strange scene of returning to her old dream. With some force, she raised Ruosu's face, as if asking casually.

   "Eternal 32 years." Su Qing'an's temperament has always been difficult to figure out, Ruo Su has no doubts and answered meekly.

  The candles flickered on and off, and life was burning to the end, unable to withstand the dark night of wind and rain, it made a clatter.

   is particularly abrupt.

  Su Qingan looked at Ruosu blankly for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

   The person who should have died has returned to a year ago after ten thousand arrows pierced his heart!

   The health pot observed Su Qing'an's changes, and finally smiled with satisfaction.

   After half a month of observation. He said that something was wrong with the host soul. It turned out that she had already died once. This was the year before her death, and she herself did not know it.

  If nothing changes, everyone will follow the original trajectory, and eventually walk into a gray abyss with a tragic ending. No one will be spared and no one will survive.

   Qi Lou took a lot of energy to let her cheat the corpse again and awaken her memory. However, due to such a little mistake, it seems that she lost some of the memory of her previous life before her death, but it is definitely not important, it doesn't matter.

Do not! ashamed! Yes! he!

   You must live well in this life, never again...

  Qi Lou thought aloud and slowly approached Su Qing'an to say hello.

  Su Qingan was still immersed in that old dream.

  The Daliang royal family, the division of the court, and the prince's struggle for the throne. Beneath the seemingly peaceful surface, there are forces that are eager to move.

   (end of this chapter)