Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

A hoarse and muddy voice sounded, the door was pushed open, and a short figure walked in, his face was covered by a black robe, his eyes were exposed, and there was a scar at the corner of his eyes, staring straight at Jiang Li'an at this moment.

That kind of look... Jiang Li'an felt very sick to his stomach. He noticed what the other party said just now, and he was quite unbelievable.

He is Shen Qingzhuo's father? !
Tan Junxi stood up, blocked Shen Weishan's eyes from looking at the girl, and stood in the dim light and shadow.

Shen Weishan was a little dissatisfied, and knew that there were more important things at the moment.

"Go out and talk." Tan Junxi said.

Shen Weishan licked his yellowed teeth, then looked back at Jiang Li'an several times.

The eyes are dirty and offensive, and the smile makes the hair stand on end.

Jiang Li'an took a small breath, avoiding those eyes, feeling a little dazed.

How could Shen Qingzhuo... have such a father?
"Take care of your eyes." Tan Junxi closed the door and said coldly to Shen Weishan.

"Isn't it just to take a look, what are you in a hurry for?" Shen Weishan's voice was hoarse and malicious, "Could it be that you are also interested in her?"

Tan Junxi did not deny it: "What do you say?"

Why didn't Shen Weishan understand, and couldn't help rubbing his hands excitedly: "When things are done, shall we share her?"

"I'm very interested in her." Tan Junxi's finger bones behind his back were horribly white, with bulging veins, and he desperately controlled himself not to bleed, suppressing the storm in the deep sea, and said in the calmest tone, "How dare you Touch her and try."

Shen Weishan observed Tan Junxi's face, his eyes flickered, meaningful: "It's just a woman... If you like it, I'll give it to you."

He didn't think so, but he was only a 23-year-old youth, how could he beat him.

Oh yes, and Shen Qingzhuo's evil——

There was a bit of rust in the air, it was too humid, Tan Junxi rubbed his wrist bones, his thin lips curled up in a clear arc, and turned his back to Shen Weishan: "It's time, let's go."

"Tan Junxi?!"

"Tan Junxi? Don't leave! What should I do if you leave? Come back! Come back dead!!"

Jiang Li'an waited for a long time and didn't hear any noise from outside, her heart went cold. If they really left, she would be incapacitated every day if she was tied up here alone.

"Tan-jun-xi!!"

"What are you doing?" The door was pushed open, and the man stared at her.

Regardless of whether Tan Junxi was the one who kidnapped her or not, seeing him at this moment, Jiang Li'an heaved a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "Well... as a qualified kidnapper, should you provide me with some food? "

Tan Junxi could tell that she was not hungry at all, but was just trying to delay the time.

He stepped forward step by step, grabbed Jiang Li'an's neck, and warned in her ear: "You can still live if you stay here. If you go out, I won't guarantee your life."

His breath is cold, like a cold poisonous snake, coiling around his body inch by inch: "Don't think I dare not do anything to you, be obedient."

Jiang Li'an was pinched to the point of suffocation, he broke his hand, and in the extreme lack of oxygen, he saw the pair of dark eyes under the lens, like dark clouds in a cloudy sky, the emotions contained in them, the bloody hatred, made people's heart skip a beat .

It wasn't until she was on the verge of suffocation that Tan Junxi slowly let go of his hand. Jiang Li'an bumped into him all of a sudden, and bit his wrist fiercely, exerting all his strength, as if he could tear a piece of flesh out!
Tan Junxi pushed her head, but didn't push it away. Severe pain swept through his body. Instead, he smiled, touched her head, and said softly: "Bite, and it will all be returned on Shen Qingzhuo."

Jiang Li'an froze, biting harder, and said vaguely: "Whether I bite you or not, you won't show mercy to Shen Qingzhuo, let alone he won't lose to you. So I have to bite twice first to relieve my hatred , if you die, I won't even have a place to retaliate!"

Tan Junxi grabbed the back of her neck and raised her head abruptly. The blood on her left wrist was dripping with flesh and blood, and her mouth was full of blood.

It hurts to even look at this picture.

Tan Junxi didn't seem to feel it, he let the wound bleed and hurt, pressed Jiang Li'an's head on the bed, pinched her fragile neck with his fingers, didn't know what to think, and let go again, looking down at the girl With a flushed face, she wiped the blood from her wrist on her face expressionlessly.

"Stay here obediently and wait for the news of your boyfriend's death."

Jiang Li'an only hated that he didn't bite a blood vessel just now.

Sorry!

She squeezed out three words from between her lips and teeth: "Go to hell."

Tan Junxi really left.

The basement was empty, eerily quiet, and dimly lit. Jiang Li'an could only hear the whistling wind and snow outside the narrow glass window. She didn't know if it was because of Tan Junxi's anger.

No wonder Shen Qingzhuo hates Tan Junxi so much.

It turns out that a person can really have the ability to make people hate to the extreme.

Jiang Li'an silently opened the little book of vengeance in his heart, and put Tan Junxi first, waiting for her to go out, she!one!Certainly!want!seal up!kill!he!

not you die!I live! ! ! !

But now, what Jiang Li'an should worry about is his own situation, and what is even more worried is that Tan Junxi will threaten Shen Qingzhuo by kidnapping her.

If something happened to Shen Qingzhuo because of her, Jiang Li'an would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

She frowned and struggled desperately with the rope behind her, rubbing blood on her wrists, but it didn't help. Suddenly, her eyes were fixed on the bedside table, which was covered with a layer of glass.

The top of Nanping Mountain is an abandoned steel factory. It covers a large area and has been desolate for a long time. The steel and iron plates are piled up together and are stained with rust.

There are snow-colored mountains in the distance, and the cold north wind.

Shen Qingzhuo walked up step by step, the weather was minus 25 degrees, the coolness could penetrate from the bone marrow, he came out in a hurry, wearing only a thin coat over the black T-shirt, the hem of the clothes was bulged by the cold wind, and his skin was frozen Bloodless and cold white, the back is always thin and straight, like a pine and cypress.

The cold wind was mixed with crushed snow, messing up the boy's broken hair, and his outline was caught in the wind and snow, deep and cold.

"Ah Zhuo, long time no see."

In the front, stood a short and hunched figure, his back was somewhat crushed, his bony body was wrapped in robes, and his eyes, which had become cloudy and yellow due to old age, stared at Shen Qingzhuo without blinking. His brows and eyes were suddenly gloomy and tyrannical.

"You are so easy for Dad to find!"

Shen Qingzhuo ran out with Shen Siyue when he was 11 years old, if he didn't run away, he would be beaten to death.

Eight years have passed now.

Seeing Shen Weishan again.

Shen Qingzhuo thought that he would be angry and lose control, but in fact, his heart was empty now, and everything in the past echoed in front of his eyes, like a joke, a joke that gradually receded and approached.

"Where is she?" Shen Qingzhuo's eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, looking at Shen Weishan as if looking at a puddle of mud, straight to the point.