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

Chapter 696
"Contempt for the imperial power is an added crime." Su Qingan laughed, her soft lips parted slightly, and she approached him with one hand on the boy's cold shoulder, compressing the little distance left.

Cen Zhou looked at her coldly.

"However..." Su Qingan's eyes were always full of affection. There seemed to be clusters of flowers in full bloom, with tears in their eyes and reddened. Looking at him, her outstretched slender fingertips met the young man's thin and sharp eyes. The profile of the profile, from the high bridge of the nose, to the flirtatious lips.

The cold color of the thin lips was dyed a gorgeous red, and her blood remained at the corners of the lips.

Su Qingan's movements were so affectionate, she followed her jaw, and finally landed on her protruding Adam's apple: "The real disrespect is more than that..."

The last trace of distance completely disappeared, she swallowed his blood, magical and bewitching, the curve of the body is beautiful and easy to bend, from the bones of the back of the neck to the snowy waist covered under the loose white skirt: "You Don't want to, do something else?"

Su Qing'an really felt sinking in the pain.

It's a very fascinating taste, I don't like it, I just enjoy the process.

Her body was thrown heavily on the carriage, and Su Qingan couldn't help frowning due to the pain!
Cen Zhou pressed her shoulders, turned her body forcibly, and didn't look at her face. When he lowered his head, he could faintly see the white and greasy skin and black hair, reflecting a strong visual impact.

His breath landed on the back of her neck, and there was a quiet stalemate for two seconds.

Her body was pressed against the cold car wall, and Su Qingan had half her face pressed against the car, so she couldn't see the faces of the people behind her clearly, but could only feel the slender and powerful body shrouded behind her, and the overwhelming breathing was the unique pain of the other person. Cedar incense.

He didn't do anything, and suddenly sneered: "The princess thinks everyone is like you?"

The young man paused every word, his voice was pleasant, like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing through all softness.

When a slap was about to be slapped on his face, Cen Zhou grabbed Su Qing'an's wrist with such strength that it could almost crush the bones of his wrist, he said softly.

"Don't you like it?"

Su Qing'an turned around, looked at the young man's face, and her mind went blank for a moment.

"It hurts too much."

"If you don't stop me, it won't hurt."

Cen Zhou's goal from beginning to end was just to leave.

Su Qingan was a surprise.

He had no intention of getting to know her at all.

This encounter was brought about by Su Qing'an's forceful means.

"You're still like this." His appearance reminded Su Qingan of the year they spent together in her previous life. She raised her hand to touch his face, but Cen Zhou avoided him, "It's always been like this."

"Let's make a bet."

Su Qingan said.

Cen Zhou raised his eyes, his eyes were extremely cold.

Su Qing'an smiled slightly, and said in the twilight that was about to pass away: "For a year, if I can't let you stay in the Princess Mansion willingly, you will never see each other for decades."

——"In one year, if I can't make you stay in the Princess Mansion willingly, you will never see each other in the next few decades."

If it is exactly the same, it will completely overlap with the previous life!
Su Qing'an said the same thing before, and she still walked the same path.

In the last life, he left without hesitation. She lost the bet and fulfilled her promise.

Thousands of arrows piercing the heart in the palace wall are like punishment for losing.

Separated by distant rivers and lakes.

It is true that life and death will never meet again.

Su Qing'an didn't know where Cen Zhou was when she died. He presumably left the capital and went where he wanted to go.

Perhaps one day he would hear of her death... and, according to his temper, there would be no sadness.

After all, to him, from the beginning to the end, she was just relying on the honor of the princess to force him, control him, and destroy his role.

He should be relieved that she died.

It would be better not to bruise your bones and ashes.

At this moment, Su Qingan looked at the young man's Leng Jun eyebrows from a year ago, and thought in her heart as if teasing, but she still chose to repeat the same mistakes again, ignoring the delicate pain in her heart and a certain memory that seemed to be missing. What picture is in front of her eyes? Fleeting, unable to grasp and touch.

She only watches what she wants to see.

For example, the young man's frowning brows, sharp eyes, and thin lips that were as gorgeous as rouge were unscrupulous just now.

"How?" Su Qingan leaned closer, her breath was like a cold poisonous snake sweeping Cen Zhou's body, and her soft fingertips touched his cold white side face sweetly and bewitchingly, "It will take a year to get rid of me forever, this is a pen Very good deal."

Cen Zhou remained indifferent, holding her troublesome hand indifferently.

Su Qingan looked at him in that posture.

The young man said suddenly, "You lied to me once."

Before Su Qingan let him go, she broke the contract first, followed and pestered him.

"I swear with my life that I won't lie to you this time." Su Qing'an spat out a fierce curse in a relaxed tone, "If I lie to you, I will be fined to die without a burial place, how about it?"

Cen Zhou met her eyes, examining her eyebrows.

No one backed down.

The cold wind blows through the mountains and forests, and the dusk is like the last grand curtain, shattering the afterglow, and the long night is coming.

"If you don't agree, you will never be able to get rid of me in this life, really, and... you don't want to be like this forever, do you?"

Lure first, then threaten, Su Qing'an is very handy.

Cen Zhou can leave today, and he can leave tomorrow, but it means that this life is inseparable from the word Su Qing'an, unless one of them dies to end it.

Cen Zhou touched the sharp and cold scabbard with his fingertips, rubbed it unconsciously, his eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his eyelids, and said sarcastically, "You are still threatening me."

"you can choose."

Su Qingan leaned closer, and the tip of her nose suddenly bumped into the straight bridge of the young man's nose. You said that a person with such a cold heart breathes hot, and it sprayed on Cen Zhou's face, giving off a slight itchiness.

"Promise me? Cen Zhou."

"Don't, get so close." The young swordsman pushed her away with resistance and indifference.

Su Qingan's face was hidden in the shadows: "What about your decision?"

After a long while, a clear and indifferent sentence sounded: "Today is April [-]th, until next year's April [-]th."

"If you dare to lie to me, I will kill you!"

...

north.

The northern land farthest from the Liang Kingdom has a climate that is completely opposite to that of Jian'an City. It is still extremely cold. Since last night, there has been a heavy snowstorm.

The war between Liang Jun and the Xiongnu is still stalemate, and there is another big battle today.

Gu Feibai was wearing a black battle armor, and he lowered his head to wipe his sword. His skin was not so white under the wind and sun, and the outline of his eyebrows and eyes was still a delicate young man, with a little more sternness.

"I'm looking forward to seeing your son show his talents!" General Zhang said.

"Fei Bai is also looking forward to—" the news of your death.

Two people have their own ghosts.

Gu Feibai was thinking that the plan in Su Qing'an's letter had finally come to close.

General Zhang was thinking that he would once again collude with the enemy general, as soon as he led Gu Feibai to Changqugou, the Huns' pursuers would have already ambushed there.

As long as Gu Feibai steps in, there is no possibility of coming out again!
(End of this chapter)