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

Chapter 671
Don't yield to anyone, don't compromise to anyone.

— out of control.

At the beginning of March, the spring is cold and the peach blossoms are blooming.

The peach blossoms in Jian’an, Kyoto bloom earlier than other places, and the peach forest is as beautiful as tears of rouge in the corners of a girl’s eyes.

"what!"

A scream pierced the quiet atmosphere of Tachun, and many traveling sons and daughters of aristocratic families looked towards the source of the sound.

half an hour ago.

The delicate girl in blouse had a cold and pretty face, and walked quickly in the peach forest, muttering: "I don't like the prince! Why should father make decisions for me..."

She was depressed, and just happened to see a rabbit on the ground, and kicked it fiercely to vent her anger: "Bah, what is it!"

The white rabbit was timid, and after being kicked, he was frightened and stupid, and directly bit Zhang Shuliang's foot!
Zhang Shuliang screamed, scared and angry, and hurriedly kicked the rabbit into the river.

"Pfft!" a voice.

The white rabbit fell into the water.

"Where is my rabbit?"

The gentle and lazy voice fell, and the slender figure walked slowly.

The white shirt is snow-colored and the clouds are light, and the eyebrows and eyes are dotted with cinnabar moles.And beside her, there was actually a wolf with silver-white fur.

Su Qing'an lowered her eyes and glanced at the empty grassland, her brows were indifferent, without any obvious joy or anger, revealing the sense of authority of the royal family.

"It turned out that it was the rabbit raised by Princess Nine." Zhang Shuliang was still angry, and sneered, "I kicked him into the river, but Princess Nine is a bodhisattva, the rabbit is gone, just grab another one." gone."

The other people who stepped out of spring looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to approach easily.

One is the daughter of the prime minister's mansion, who may become a crown prince or even a queen in the future, and the other is the nine princesses of the Daliang Royal Family. Neither of them can be easily offended...

The grievances and grievances between these two people are so great, and it has been accumulated for years, and it is almost impossible to meet each other.

Su Qing'an looked at her, her eyes were very light in color, as beautiful as glass, and she couldn't easily see her happiness or anger when she was illuminated by the sun, she said in a neutral tone, "That's Xiao Hui's ration."

"Ow!"

The little gray wolf let out a cry. It was ferocious and vigorous, with the ferocity of a wolf-like ferocious beast.

Zhang Shuliang snorted coldly: "It's just a beast. Thanks to you, you still dare to keep wolves, and you're not afraid that this beast will bite your neck off one day by your pillow!"

Su Qing'an paused, then smiled suddenly, leaned over and touched Xiao Hui's smooth fur, without distinguishing between emotions and anger: "She said you are a beast."

"She threw away your rations, and it's only fair that you throw her in the river."

Xiao Hui seemed to understand Su Qing'an's words, and let out a bloody roar from his throat. His vigorous limbs were tense and tense, which was a precursor to an attack.

"Su Qing'an! What do you mean!" Zhang Shuliang's face changed drastically, she stepped back half a step, and met Shanglang's pair of green eyes, "I'm a majestic prime minister's mansion—"

"what!!"

Before the ruthless words were finished, the eldest daughter of the majestic Prime Minister's Mansion was overshadowed by the beauty of a wolf, and the screams resounded through the sky.

With another "Plop!", Zhang Shuliang was knocked into the river, struggling continuously in the water.

"help me!"

"help me!"

Xiao Hui turned to look at Su Qing'an, wagging her tail, her expression was extremely proud in the sun, as if she was asking for credit.

Su Qing'an praised it without hesitation: "Xiao Hui is really powerful."

Moody, tenfold return.

This is Su Qingan.

Everyone else couldn't help but back away.

The system hid in the dark and watched Su Qing'an tremblingly for a long time. This time the mission was very special, and the host was quite different from before. He didn't dare to strike up a conversation for a long time.

She is simply a complete and complete crazy critic of beauties!

The hair of the health-care pot is about to fall out, even though he has no hair as a pot, he glanced at the background of this small world, and his face suddenly turned red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

"Su Qing'an, just wait for me—" Zhang Shuliang was still cursing.

This is the sentence again.

Su Qing'an lowered her eyes, calm and calm.

The prime minister's mansion has a high position and power, lawlessness, others dare not offend the prime minister's mansion, respect the Zhang family everywhere, this is not what the emperor wants to see.

In the whole world, the only ones who can fight against the Zhang family but will not be punished are the princes and grandsons. Her actions are heard by the emperor, and at most she is verbally blamed. In fact, the emperor will not be punished at all. If you are angry, you will be satisfied with Su Qingan's penny-pinching attitude.

Emperor Liang lacked a chess piece.

And Su Qing'an is his pawn now.

That's when the accident happened.

"Whoosh-" sound.

The mysterious arrow pierces the wood for three points!

Countless assassins came from all directions, the swords in their hands reflected the pale sunlight of March.

Screams, fleeing, and cursing made the scene of leisurely outings extremely chaotic.

Su Qing'an observed this scene with no expression on her face. The assassin came after her, and attacking others was also a cover-up.

Bleed all over the place.

Xijiao Mountain is far away from Jian'an City, and all the guards have been killed.

Su Qingan only brought her maids Ruosu and Xiao Hui with her.

Protector Xiaohui stood in front of Su Qingan, roaring, and killed one assassin after another trying to get close to Su Qingan. He was ferocious and bloody, with a wolf's nature, his mouth was full of blood, and his fangs were thick.

"Ow—!"

The howling of wolves echoed in the forest.

However, they are outnumbered.

"Princess, let's go!" Ruosu supported Su Qing'an, with a worried and anxious expression on his face.

"Susu, don't talk..."

"If you keep talking, I will die first."

Su Qing'an sighed, her face turned pale, not because she was scared, but because she was sick, her body was weak and unable to bear the stimulation all day long.

She remained calm in times of crisis, looking for a route in all directions.

The cold wind messed up the skirt, and the black hair was entangled with the hairband.

"Princess be careful!"

Ruosu's exclamation was heard next to her ear!
Su Qing'an vaguely saw the sword light flying from the left.

"boom!"

The expected pain did not come.

Su Qingan opened her eyes, and saw the scene in front of her in the chaos.

The sword in the assassin's hand was broken backhanded and pierced into the heart. The distance was too close to avoid it. The dark red blood splashed onto Su Qing'an's face and clothes. It was white and stained with mud, like a falling blood-red rose.

The black-clothed man who was holding the sword to kill was a tall figure, the sword light was shining as he turned his wrist, without even looking at Su Qing'an, he brutally and neatly killed the other assassins.

He is a boy of seventeen or eighteen.

The back is clear and cold, jumping out of the world.

I was shocked at a glance.

Mountain birds in the distance lead to the same goal by different routes. The lightest ink painting is splashed with the thickest color.

Su Qing'an was still standing there, Ruosu hurriedly took a white handkerchief and wiped off the blood on her face, there was too much blood, no matter how much she wiped, she couldn't wipe it off.

"No need." Su Qing'an said calmly, "Who is he?"

"The servant has never seen it either."

It has to be said that the person who appeared suddenly saved everyone's life.

"Cen Zhou, save me!" Zhang Shuliang was still struggling in the water, when she heard a familiar sound, she called for help.

There were corpses scattered all over the shore, and the young man stood in a pool of blood, the blood dripped along the blade of the sword, the fingers holding the sword were cold and slender, with blue veins and sexy.

Hearing the sound, he raised his head.

(End of this chapter)