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

Chapter 694
The young man leaned back to avoid it, his black hair was fluttering, the waist line tied by the black clothes curved out a very beautiful line, a cut was drawn on the side of his face, the dark red blood slid across the cold white skin, staining the clothes deeply, he didn't seem to notice it When it hurts, quickly stand up and fight back!
The sword light was blurred in the shadow of dusk.

In a trance, it looked like the first time we met.

He did not look at her then.

Su Qingan sighed, her voice was like the soft words of Wu Nong from Jiangnan, and every time she called him, it was like a whisper in a lover's world.

"Cen Zhou, Cen Zhou, why don't you understand?"

"You escaped today, and tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, if you are willing to carry the arrest warrant, I don't care, but what about your friends? Or...your master? The parents you are looking for? What about them? "

Every time Su Qingan said a word, Cen Zhou's expression darkened, he stopped abruptly, and looked in Su Qingan's direction.

The bones were gathered and clenched tightly, making a crisp sound of clicking.

"I'm just a swordsman, and I've never offended Princess Zhaoyi." He said coldly, "What exactly do you want?"

Su Qing'an slowly stepped down from the carriage, her skirt was flowing, and she walked towards Cen Zhou step by step.

Finally stopped in front of him.

The boy stood there with a sword in his hand, ready to cut her throat at any time.

The distance is no more than three inches.

"Princess!" The soldier exclaimed in surprise, staring at Cen Zhou warily, ready to strike at any time.

Su Qingan raised her hand to signal them to stop.

The corners of Cen Zhou's mouth curled up, indifferent.

The two stood facing each other, if it wasn't for the murderous confrontation, they would really look like a couple from a distance.

Su Qingan looked at him closely.

The boy is always tall and thin, dressed in black, walking alone, his deep brow bone and bridge of nose cast a cold shadow on one side, his jaw line is too sharp, and the shadow is hidden in his collar.

At this moment, those eyes, shining like clusters of Xiangshui, stared at her without warmth, and the icy firelight flickered through, creating a sense of oppression.

Su Qingan's gaze fell on his lips.

Cen Zhou's jaw was tense and sharp, his thin lips were also tightly pursed into a line, his color was cold and bewitching, he wanted to leave people with an ambiguous look and break the surface of abstinence.

Su Qing'an felt that he lacked a touch of beauty.

Her hair brushed against the boy's shoulders.

The air is filled with a sweet and greasy fragrance of daughters, mixed with the smell of herbs that have been bitter for years, and the fragrance of Buddha.

Her lips pressed against Cen Zhou's, and a soft and gentle voice came out.

"I want you."

That moment.

Cen Zhou froze completely, and his cold eyes trembled violently, almost staring at the figure close at hand, absurd and unbelievable!
Strange touch, warm, soft, and sweet.

Influx of senses.

The young swordsman's eyes were unpredictable, the eyelashes cast shadows, and the line from the jaw line to the shoulder blade was completely tight and sharp, showing a thin line.

What surprised Su Qing'an was that the other party didn't retreat, nor did she push her away.

Silent and ferocious, the thin fingers pinched the princess's slender and white waist without warning, and sank down with five fingers, almost pushing him into the carriage violently and violently!
Immediately afterwards, the black boots were stepped on, and the long legs were bent, blocking everyone's sight.

The back bumped against the sharp corners, and there were bursts of tingling pain. Don't think about it, the skin must be green. Before Su Qingan could stabilize her figure, the person in front of her pressed down on one knee, Slender and distinct fingers pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her face.

(End of this chapter)