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

Chapter 682
"Ruo Su."

"The servant is here."

"Let, him, go!"

These three characters were squeezed out one by one by Su Qingan.

The moment I said it, the tight strings in my mind seemed to be loosened, and everything returned to calm.

From then on, he was still the young swordsman who conquered Kyushu with one sword, and she was Princess Zhaoyi in Jian'an City.

Totally different, another game of Cogs of Fate.

Ruosu was very surprised, and swallowed the question again.

Su Qing'an was never someone who would soften her heart because of other people's suffering, so why did she suddenly change her mind and decide to let Cen Zhou go?

Ruosu couldn't think, walked out of the inner hall, walked up to Cen Zhou, and said in a low voice.

"Your request, the princess agreed."

Cen Zhou raised his head, raindrops rolled down his eyelashes, and his eyes were extremely dark.

Ruosu was slightly startled, and took half a step back.

How should I describe those eyes, like a teenager who grew up among wolves.

Cen Zhou withdrew his gaze, picked up the sword placed by his side, and stood up slowly. The wind and rain were blowing, and he knelt for too long, his whole body was stiff, his bones cracked with his movements, and his head was dizzy. The body temperature can't tell the difference between hot and cold.

He staggered and fell a step, breathing heavily.

Just as Ruo Su was about to reach out to help, the young man supported the ground with his sword, stood firm, avoided her hand, and said in a hoarse and jerky voice, "No need."

Defensive posture.

The back is straight like a straight line.

The scabbard hit the ground heavily, and the fingers supporting the sword were slender and white.

Cen Zhou only gave himself two seconds to breathe, turned around and walked out without stopping, his steps were far-fetched and unsteady, his back was blurred by the rain, he did not belong to this world.

"and many more--"

A soft and mellow voice sounded from behind, like a stringed instrument.

Cen Zhou's back froze.

"Stay in the West Wing tonight, and leave tomorrow when the rain stops." Su Qingan stood under the eaves holding an umbrella, looking at the boy's back.

"I can go now." Cen Zhou didn't look back, his Adam's apple rolled, and he spat out a flat rejection.

"Okay." Su Qingan smiled, "You step out of the princess mansion today, and stay in the mansion as a secret guard tomorrow."

Su Qing Anguan is very handy when it comes to threatening people.

Late at night.

The agarwood in the inner hall smells good, curling up from the incense burner wrapped with green branches and flowers.

At this time, at this time, Su Qing'an, who was supposed to sleep peacefully, sat on the head of the bed wearing a thin coat with a gloomy face, her glazed eyes were filled with sternness: "Will you die if you don't speak?"

From nowhere, the health pot turned into a loudspeaker similar to the one used by the aunt in the vegetable market, emitting a green light in the dark night, and shouted forcefully:
"Love you to visit alone!"

"Love the way you look after me."

"Love you for having a high fever."

"Don't want to cry!"

"..."

Qi Lou guessed that if Su Qing'an was a modern person, he would definitely want to scold the quintessence of the country now, but the other party is an out-and-out ancient person, and now he would probably want to drag him out and behead him.

His singing is exciting and high-spirited.

"Are you going? Are you worthy? This lonely night!"

"Fight? Fight! With the greatest love!"

"Who said that those who stand in the light are heroes!!"

Su Qingan: "..."

thank you.

"Crack—" is the sound of the door being pushed open.

A faint shadow fell on the ground.

Then the door was closed, isolating the wind and rain outside.

This is the West Wing Room of the Princess Mansion, which was given to Cen Zhou to live in. There is no candle in the room, and it is dark and gloomy.

Su Qing'an stood at the door. She came out at night in a hurry, and she didn't wear a cloak. She was only wearing a thin jacket, and the skirt was a little wet. Three thousand black hairs were scattered behind her, and a few strands stuck to her fair skin. Contaminated with tide.

Holding the umbrella, she glanced around in the dimness, finally fixed on the direction of the bed, and walked slowly, like a cat walking, without the slightest sound.

Su Qing'an didn't want to listen to a certain teapot singing passionately in an unknown tune all night, and she didn't want to be tortured all night. On the other hand, she also wanted to know why her body rejected him so much.

Qi Lou sang with enthusiasm, his whole body glowed, and whispered in Su Qing'an's ear.

"I've checked everything, the standard way to open the redemption text - now you go up gently, give him a cold compress and feed him medicine, preferably with your mouth! In order to avoid misunderstanding, just stay here for one night, and you must not let others replace it Thanks to you, by the next day, he will fall in love with you, and the current blackening value is 80, and it will definitely be gone!!"

"Ah." Su Qingan, "So naive."

Su Qingan stopped at the head of the bed, stood in the shadows and looked at the figure on the bed, her eyes were dark and hard to distinguish.

The boy was sleeping upright, as if he had been measured by a ruler, and he was still holding a sword in his arms.

Su Qingan bent down and used her hand to check his temperature.

Before the fingertips had time to touch the opponent's forehead, the wrist was suddenly grasped with such force that it could crush bones!

Immediately afterwards, the whole body staggered, her eyes were spinning, the umbrella she was holding fell to the ground, and she rolled out several times. Su Qingan snorted in a low voice, and was pressed on the bed, with a cold sword on her neck !

Oh.

What a gift.

Qi Lou was also dumbfounded.

Cen Xiaozhou, sometimes being too vigilant is not a good thing, you have lost your tenderness!

The bed curtains swayed layer by layer with the violent movements, and the dark gray veils spread out, vaguely reflecting the two people on the bed in ambiguous postures.

"What is the princess here for?" Cen Zhou pushed her against the bed. When he saw the woman's face clearly, his eyes froze for a moment, and he did not let go of his hand holding the sword. Yes, very dumb.

Su Qing'an could feel the scorching heat on his body. It was not lightly burned. It was different from the coldness in the past. This kind of heat spread directly from the close body to the apex of the heart.

The other party's condition is obviously not that good, and at the moment, she is only instinctively vigilant and holding her sword against her, probably just after taking a bath, her body is a little wet, the two collarbones of the black neckline are looming, cold white in the dark, sharp but attractive .

"There is no second person here, of course he is here to see you."

She didn't like the feeling of being forcibly shackled, but force had never been her strong point, so she didn't struggle in vain, lying on the bed, holding the corners of her lips, smiling gently at him, with royal majesty in her eyebrows and eyes.

During the confrontation for a few seconds, the breathing was shallow and blended, and the young man's slender and hot body was propped on top of her. The vigilance in his eyes did not seem to fade in the slightest. Obviously, he did not believe her reason at all.

"I don't believe it..." Su Qingan licked her lower lip, "Then what should I do?"

Her voice is so low and soft, adding to the lingering feeling of obsession, even like the whispering between lovers, more ambiguous.

Su Qingan raised her hand.

Cen Zhou's brain was dizzy due to the high fever, and his consciousness tended to be blurred. He tried his best to restrain her, and when Su Qing'an raised his hand, he pressed the sword down. His voice was hoarse and commanded, like a powerful bow.

"do not move."

(End of this chapter)