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

Chapter 672
The others didn't even see his movements clearly. In a few moments, he flew into the lake. When his toes stepped on the lake, there were layers of lingering waves.

When they said goodbye, Cen Zhou held Zhang Shuliang's wet collar with one hand, walked ashore easily, and threw her on the ground!

The people present finally saw his eyebrows and eyes clearly, and there was a strong look of amazement.

Youth is like a painting born in the distant mountains, light and cool.

"I just told you why didn't you come out!" Zhang Shuliang broke down and cried loudly.

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

"You mean you came out after I was dying?!" Zhang Shuliang couldn't believe it, her eyes widened.

Cen Zhou nodded.

The depth of the lake is not fatal, and Zhang Shuliang knows how to swim, but he has never seen himself tossing himself to death.

Zhang Shuliang: "..."

Wow cry out.

Tears and snot together.

"Wuuuuuu, take me home, I'm going to sue my father."

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

"???????"

"Wow woo woo woo!!!!!!"

Zhang Shuliang cried so hard that the ground shook, his heart was torn apart, his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and his soul flew away.

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

You lost my love forever!
The boy breathed a sigh of relief: "It's so good."

"..."

#Not harmful, but extremely insulting

#are you polite?

The side of his face was spattered with blood, the outline was deep and bloody, the bridge of his nose was very straight, his lips were thin and piercing, under the pale March sun, he looked like a lone wolf.

The young swordsman didn't stay too long, and after everyone's life was safe, he disappeared from sight again.

The only impression left on everyone is a black suit, a sword, and an unattainable aura.

"Cen Zhou." Su Qing'an squinted her eyes, smiling lightly, but her meaning was unclear.

It turned out that his name was Cen Zhou.

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

In March, in the peach forest, in the mountain bird return.

Then the long years.

No one bows their heads.

...

half a month later.

It was late at night, and Jian'an City was almost overturned by a sudden cold rain in early spring. The lamps hanging every five steps in the Princess Mansion shook violently in the stormy night, making dull sounds, and even the lights flickered.

Occasionally, a few maids lowered their heads and walked through the Nine Turns Corridor, and couldn't help but look at the figure in the center of the courtyard, who was kneeling, not exactly kneeling, but one knee touched the ground.

It's far away, I can't see the face clearly, just looking at the outline makes people shy away.

The cold rain slammed on the man's body, leaving dark marks along the hem of his clothes. His back was blurred by the rain, but he still knelt straight, like a sword that would never bend.

"It's his good fortune that the princess asked him to be the secret guard. Others would have been grateful. He would rather kneel down than enter the princess mansion. The princess has already rested in the inner hall. I can't see anyone at night!"

"It's a pity, I'm afraid there will be no good fruit to eat when I enter the mansion in the future."

"What can he do when he sees the princess now..."

The hurried discussion after the maid's depression was scattered in the howling wind and rain, she didn't dare to stay longer, and left.

The man leaned on the cold ground with one knee, and seemed to hear it, but he didn't react at all.

Outside the hall, the moon was covered by cloudy clouds, and there was heavy rain on a cold night.

There is a faint fragrance in the hall, soft and gentle.

A slender figure was leaning on the huanghuali soft couch, with his arms propped in front of the couch, his fingertips slightly resting on his forehead, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were closed, he was half awake, as if he had dreamed of something bad.

The sleeves slid down with the movement, revealing the bright wrists covered with frost and snow. In addition to the white skirt, a red fox fur cloak was wrapped around the body. The white is white, and the red is red. It is picturesque, but it is too thin Some, also tainted with a bit of sickness.

Su Qingan was awakened by a familiar voice.

"Princess, that person is still outside. It has been four hours since the day, and his body can't bear it. Do you want to meet?"

Whispering whispers lingered in her ears, as if it was yesterday, two completely different worlds were separated from the fighting sound in her dream. She opened her heavy eyelids with difficulty, and her vision was blurred to see the drowsy and elegant inner hall, and there was another Young, worried faces.

That night, Su Qing'an had a long dream.

I can't tell the difference between the past and the present.

"Ruosu?" She called out in a daze.

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

Su Qing'an didn't take the cup of tea, but raised her hand, stroking Ruosu's face inch by inch, her fingertips trembled slightly, blood-stained ice.

The girl's body temperature is so vivid, her eyes are so blank, not in the palace with dilapidated city walls in the night where the corpses are scattered all over the place, she desperately shouted that there was a traitor inside, and told herself to leave quickly.

"Princess?" Ruosu called out in a low voice.

A person with Bodhisattva face and cruel bones like Su Qing'an, stepping on the bones to fight for the throne step by step, should go to hell after death.

"How many years is Yonglin today?" Su Qing'an suddenly felt a splitting headache, and the intense heart palpitations and everything she knew made her think of absurd guesses.

Accustomed to Mount Tai collapsing in front of her, her face remains unchanged. Years of royal influence made her face not panic even when encountering such a strange scene of returning to her old dreams. With some strength, he raised Ruosu's face, and seemed to ask casually.

"Forever 32 years." Su Qing'an's temperament was always unpredictable, Ruo Su didn't suspect it, and replied meekly.

The candle flame flickered, life burned to the end, unable to bear the dark night of wind and rain, it made a clatter.

It seemed particularly abrupt.

Su Qing'an looked at Ruosu blankly for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

The person who should have died, returned to a year ago after thousands of arrows pierced his heart!

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

After half a month of observation.He said that there was something wrong with the host's soul. It turned out that she had already died once, a year before she died, and she didn't know it.

If nothing changes, everyone will proceed according to the original track, and finally go to a gray abyss, drawing a tragic ending, no one is spared, and no one survives.

Qi Lou spent a lot of effort to let her cheat the corpse again and awaken her memory, but because of such a small mistake, it seems that she lost part of her previous life's memory before she died, but it's just a little bit that is definitely not important, it doesn't matter.

No!ashamed!yes!he!
You must live well in this life, don't...

Qi Lou thought about it, and slowly approached Su Qingan to say hello.

Su Qingan was still immersed in that old dream.

The royal family of Daliang, the court is divided, and the princes are fighting for the throne. Under the seemingly peaceful surface, there are forces that are ready to move.
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Very short, not abusive, really fragrant everyday.

Sit tight and support us, let's go, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance, and remember to eat mooncakes.

(End of this chapter)