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

Chapter 674
"little Jasmine."

"My sister will give you a gift."

Su Mohuan didn't understand at the time, but later in the fight with no way out, with the help of Su Ziheng, she personally set up a bow and shot an arrow, aimed at Su Qingan's heart, and killed her sister who raised her since she was a child!

"You didn't argue with me, I didn't intend to kill you..." Su Mohuan pouted.

Su Ziheng was busy comforting Su Mohuan.

"It's not a pity to die a hundred times for a woman who wants to fight for the throne! Ah Huan is kind-hearted, but don't feel sorry for this kind of person. She deceives and guards against you in every possible way. Why do you care about your sisterhood?"

"The blood scares Huanhuan, don't look at it anymore."

No one knew what Su Qingan's gift was.

The tremella soup that Su Mohuan ate this morning was poisoned, and only Su Qing'an had the antidote.

She lives, she lives!

She died, she was buried!
Little fool.

How could my sister rest assured to leave you alone in this murderous palace?
You were raised by me, so you should die for me as a matter of course.

The faint incense in the inner hall was quietly burning, and the candles occasionally crackled. Su Qingan heard the sound of rain outside, her heart was beating violently, which was proof that she was still alive.

She seemed to hear the sound of blood boiling due to morbid excitement, and her fingertips slowly pressed against her heart.

The pain of being pierced by the sharp blade still exists, clearly reminding her of all this.

Winners and losers, the weak prey on the strong.

Su Qing'an doesn't hate anyone, but this time, she still wants the supreme position!
Whether her hands are stained with blood or her bones are thick, Su Qing'an has been longing for what she wants all her life, and she will not give in.

The rain was still falling, and a bit of chill came in. The light in the hall was dim and dim, just like the texture of an old picture scroll, adding a bit of haze to people.

Su Qing'an couldn't help coughing lowly. It was the warmer day in March, but she was still wearing a thick fox fur cloak in winter, which couldn't hide her pale complexion. Blood.

"Princess, take a sip of white fungus pear soup to moisten your throat." Ruosu worried, wanted to pat her on the shoulder, but put it down again. The other party never liked being touched by others, "You are not feeling well after this rain." .”

This is the root cause of Su Qingan's illness when she was young. It was the early death of her biological mother and the loneliness of the two sisters in the deep palace, suffering all kinds of bullying. It was Su Qingan who brought Su Mohuan through it.

Being beaten and insulted was commonplace, she was only three years older than Su Mohuan, so she used her weak and frail body to protect Su Mohuan's innocent heart!
When those punches and kicks fell on Su Qing'an, Su Mohuan would be well hidden by her, without any filth.

Su Qing'an is Su Mohuan's savior.

Isn't Su Mohuan the reason why Su Qingan persevered in the dark for many years?

"It's okay." Su Qingan bent her eyes, with a rare purity, and put her cold side face in Ruosu's hands regardless of etiquette, calling her: "Susu, I'm happy."

"The princess wants to call herself Bengong." Ruosu said helplessly, her heart softened.

Disregarding etiquette is something only Su Mohuan can do. Su Qingan has never made any mistakes since she can remember, but Ruosu vaguely remembers that when she was younger, Su Qingan was also a little girl who would hug others. baby.

It's just that I had to protect another person later and was forced to grow up.

"Let me be self-willed for a while." She rubbed the back of Ruosu's hand, and fondled Ruosu's face again.

It's great that the person she loves is still alive.

Ruosu smiled lightly: "Fortunately, Ah Huan is lively and relies on you the most. I have survived all these years."

Su Qingan squinted her eyes, guessing that at this time, their relationship was still very good: "Little Jasmine..."

The voice was hoarse after coughing, and the sound quality was as gentle as the waves of the deep sea, enveloping people airtightly and fascinated by it, that face was extremely beautiful under the faint candlelight.

People in the world say that Princess Nine is the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva, with a face that looks like a fairy, and a three-point smile that looks like a god's mansion.

But few people know what kind of evil intentions are concealed under this beautiful skin, deviant and shocking.

"Princess... hello?" The health pot rushed directly!

The other party is a pure ancient person, I don't know if he will be scared to death.

Unexpectedly, the other party just stared at him silently, accepted all this, and soon learned to communicate with her with his mind, and asked in a neutral manner: "I went back to the past, did you do it?"

Qi Lou almost fell to his knees at that look of coercion, he puffed out his small chest proudly: "That's right, I helped you!"

This is the person who almost became the Empress of Eternity, Qi Lou dare not underestimate her.

"I will help you live again, I hope you can live well, cherish the present moment, be a salted fish, uh, it is best to keep healthy, so don't fight anymore, if you lose your life, you will lose everything. Is it fragrant?"

Su Qing'an whispered: "If you don't fight, you will die."

Some people can't fight, and some people have no choice since birth.

Qi Lou: "..."

#Health suffers from Waterloo

"Then let's talk about the second thing first, I will do you a favor, and you need to do me a favor—"

"Save Cen Zhou and eliminate Cen Zhou's blackening value." Qi Lou kindly reminded, "Cen Zhou's current blackening value is 73, once it reaches the full value, some strange chemical reactions will happen~"

Hearing this name suddenly, Su Qingan paused slightly with her fingertips, and there was a rare turmoil in her eyes, which was fleeting: "What if I don't?"

"You can be reborn because of Cen Zhou. Your fate is together, you will live and die together." Qi Lou said seriously, "Once Cen Zhou dies, you will die too."

There are too many predestined causes and effects in this fate, and fate after fate will usher in a reunion in the end!
What Su Qing'an cared about was not the existence of Qi Lou, but the word Cen Zhou.

Yes.

This year is the 32nd year of Yonglin, Su Ziheng was canonized as the crown prince a year ago, and the empress is firmly seated as the lord of the palace. Now is the time when the prime minister's mansion is in full swing, and all forces in the court are still dormant. Su Mohuan is still that naive little princess.

She and Cen Zhou... should have known each other not long ago.

Su Qing'an raised her eyes suddenly, and looked out of the window. Through the shadow of the window, she couldn't see clearly, but vaguely saw a half-kneeling silhouette in the courtyard.

She forcefully opened the window, and the rain swept in, and Ruosu's eager stop was close at hand!

In the night of the spring of the 32nd year of eternal life, the wind and rain were turbulent and obscure, knocking down the petals of the peach blossoms in the courtyard, and the remaining flowers bloomed on the branches, and the branches were full of loneliness.

She saw Cen Zhou again.

Who envy was seventeen years old at the time, with a sword in frost and cold fourteen states.

The young swordsman, with a three-foot green sword, fought in the rivers and lakes, and became famous all over the world. He is a legend in the hearts of many people.

It's a pity that such a person fell into her hands.

What Su Qing'an is best at - has never been saving people.

The man was half-kneeling on one knee in the middle of the courtyard, still being slammed by the wind and rain, without bending his back, silent and stern, looking from a distance, he was a lonely wolf on the verge of death.

He was all black, only his skin was cold and white. The raindrops dripped along the profile of his face, leaving mottled wet marks on his neck that stretched out his facial features. He must be in a mess.

The passing maids came and went in a hurry, and didn't dare to look at him more. At this moment, those eyes looked at the figure by the window without warning!
(End of this chapter)