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

Chapter 691
"Stop!" Thirteen's pupils constricted, and he shouted, seeing a trace of evil spirit that did not belong to a beggar, "That's mine!"

Drunken Immortal Tower, the third floor of the pavilion, by the window, a slender figure leaned sideways, holding up a wine glass, pouring spirits straight down his throat.

"Boom."

The wine glass is neither light nor heavy on the table.

Cen Zhou looked indifferently at the scene outside the window. The cold wind messed up Mo's hair. He casually picked up a bamboo chopsticks from the table and played with them twice. The bamboo chopsticks reflected a pair of gnarled and pale hands. , and threw it lightly——

The sound of the wind tore through the air and roared.

"boom!"

Heavy sound.

The bamboo chopsticks hit the running beggar's leg accurately from a high altitude. The man's knees hurt, he bent down, and knelt directly on the ground, hugging his legs and screaming, and the silver in his hand fell out.

Thirteen chased after him closely, picked up the silver, and was a little taken aback.

Su Qing'an was weak and frail. She stood there without moving. She raised her head and looked upwards.

The bustling Jian'an City freezes into a bustling painting, the sun shrouds the sky and the earth, and the wind travels over [-] miles.

The man was leaning against the window of the restaurant, his outline was deep and indifferent, like the lines carved by the blade, he was dressed in black, his black hair was blowing in the wind, he was thin and straight, only his lips were as bright as rouge.

Su Qingan looked up at him, the sun was dazzling, and she couldn't see clearly. Such a lonely and alienated temperament, separated from a completely different world, was too eye-catching.

He was on a high place, with wine and a sword, he casually lowered his eyes, looked at each other briefly, drank the wine in the glass, and then ruthlessly closed the window.

"It's Big Brother Cen!" Thirteen said in surprise.

"You know him?"

"Brother Cen saved me once before, and I was almost beaten to death that time. If it weren't for him, maybe you wouldn't be able to see me now, princess." Shisan smiled hard to hide the bitterness, and his eyes showed admiration for knights.

Su Qing was silent.

Unlike Su Qing'an's profit, Cen Zhou does things based on his likes and dislikes. The other party will kill a person in ten steps and Jianhan Fourteen States, and will easily leave the capital that people in the world yearn for because of freedom, and will help people on the side of the road A beggar will do all good deeds without asking for anything in return, without reason.

This sword can both kill and save.

Under the indifference, there is silence and tenderness towards the world, a beating heart, fresh and kind.

People like Cen Zhou are naturally attractive.

The freedom, loneliness, indifference in him or the passion hidden deep in it.

That was something that never existed in the shackles of the capital.

There is no one who does not love such a boy.

The more people have nothing, the more they want to get something.

Everyone is the same.

Let him be fascinated, let him be broken, let him paint the ground as a prison, let him tear off the cold shell, revealing the beating heart of sincerity and enthusiasm!
The root of human inferiority.

But so.

Su Qing'an is a completely different person from Cen Zhou.

She was in chains, but his heart was for freedom.

They are two extremes.

Everyone is looking for the good, and no one will turn back.

Su Qing'an couldn't escape the common sense. From the first sight, the other person's traits, as if destined by fate, attracted her.

To plunder, to possess, to do whatever it takes.

only……

Su Qingan frowned, suppressing the faint pain in her heart. It was her instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. She didn't know if there was a reason for this body's rebirth. When she saw Cen Zhou, she felt flustered. Things she couldn't control were either destroyed or destroyed. or never see you again.

The first time she was kind, she chose the latter.

She suddenly had some obsessions, and she was about to regret the game.

Qi Lou observed Su Qing'an's reaction, and also began to freeze silently.

The loss of a little bit of memory in the previous life should not affect anything... right?

"Currently the opponent's blackening value is 57, you still have to work hard to lower it."

The target of the character left the princess mansion, and the blackening value dropped, which proved that Cen Zhou didn't want to see Su Qing'an, but if the blackening value was lowered, we must meet again. This violated the rules again, and it was very difficult to do.

Qi Lou whispered to Su Qing'an: "It's okay if it's difficult to descend, but don't go up! Once the blackening value is full..."

Su Qing'an was thoughtful, "It's not necessarily because of me that he became black, maybe it's because of his secret. Even if others make him black in the future, it will still be blamed on me?"

"I think you are more likely." Qi Lou said objectively, "I will be thankful if you don't do anything to make him black."

"How could it be?" Su Qingan was surprised, "It's rare for me to be a good person once."

Qi Lou hehe.

I believe in you asshole!

You dog liar!

"My leg... my leg..." The money-robbing beggar squatted on the ground, hugging his leg and crying in pain. No one had pity on him.

Self-inflicted sin, do not live!
After confirming that Su Qing'an had left, Shisan stepped forward, seemingly struggling for a long time: "Can you get up? Shall I help you?"

The beggar opened his eyes wide, not expecting such an idiot, so he nodded quickly, staring at the silver in Shisan's hand with a wicked heart.

"Be careful." Shisan smiled and supported him, and walked to a remote alley.

The beggar felt that he was doing it again, and he was secretly happy, it was a godsend!

Thirteen stood in the shadows, his pupils slowly narrowed into cunning arcs, and sighed softly: "Oh, I don't seem to have said that I am a good person..."

Anyone who robs him deserves to die!

In Beijing at the beginning of April, the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

It was still cold in the far north, and a sudden heavy snow covered the battlefield.

The [-] troops in the capital arrived at the northern border smoothly all the way, and faced with a violent snowstorm, the north wind was like a knife, and the soldiers' cheeks were sore.

Gu Feibai narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and wiped his face.

General Zhang laughed loudly: "The son of Nanning has delicate skin and tender flesh, don't fall into the heavy snow before seeing the enemy!"

Both of them wanted to kill each other, there was no need to be respectful, Gu Feibai smiled, his lips were red and his teeth were white: "Don't worry about General Zhang, Feibai still has this ability."

General Zhang snorted coldly, his eyes dark.

In the camp, everyone was discussing countermeasures and basically ignored Gu Feibai.

Not to mention the general, even the soldiers were not convinced, looking at Gu Feibai with contempt and dissatisfaction.

In their eyes, Gu Feibai was probably just a son who came to play. He became a lieutenant when he first arrived, and he didn't know what the emperor thought.

Not at all as mighty and brave as his biological father!
It's a pity for the King of Nanning.

Gu Feibai felt slightly troublesome. She had always been a playboy image in the capital all these years. If it was reversed now, it would definitely arouse General Zhang's vigilance. If she still looks like this, it will be difficult to convince the public.

After the discussion, she dangled her legs, rolled up her sleeves, showing a section of her white wrist, and thought about writing a letter to Su Qing'an, and handed it to the carrier pigeon.

behind,

There was one person standing.

The shadow was like a black bear, shrouding in front of him, Gu Fei's eyelids twitched, his heart shrank suddenly, his face still maintained the expression just now, and he immediately turned to look.

(End of this chapter)