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

Chapter 733
The torrential rain hits the head, dripping along the side of the face should be embarrassing, and the back is stiff and stretched in a straight line, like a bow that may break at any time.

When the rain fell from the eyelashes, it looked like tears. There were tear stains left in the corners of the eyes. The young man's head was dizzy and stagnant. He had a low-grade fever for three days. Su Qing'an's words were like cold electricity splitting all joy.

He saw the other party's indifferent face, his thoughts were in a mess, he opened his mouth, wanted to say a lot, wanted to ask something, and finally wiped his face with a lot of force, his fingers were so cold that they were trembling, he was almost unable to hide his panic, injury and helplessness , hovering on the verge of collapse, could only ask in a dumb voice.

"Why is it suddenly like this...it was fine before, what did I do wrong? Tell me, can you talk well? Don't be like this...don't..."

Incoherent.

I can't explain it, and I'm trying to save it again.

The heart is weightless and dull.

For the first time, Cen Zhou hated himself for not being good at words. He didn't understand how Su Qing'an had changed in three days. He just felt that what he did was not good enough.

For the beginning of this relationship, he was very cautious from the beginning to the end.

Su Qingan just lowered her eyes calmly, her long eyelashes curved softly and affectionately, and glanced at the young man's hand grabbing her wrist, but it was a contemptuous and heartless look.

The woman's red lips parted slightly.

With the mouth that used to spit out the sweetness day and night, say the most hurtful and cold-blooded words.

"My palace is a princess, gold is honored and jade is precious, above ten thousand people, how could I have a crush on you?"

"The bet is a lie to you, I never took it seriously."

"I never loved you."

——"Warning! The target of the redemption mission has a blackening value of 92!!" The cold and sharp alarm sounded in Su Qing'an's mind, against the background of the rumbling thunder, it was about to lose control and collapse.

On the night of April [-]th, Su Qing'an only used three sentences to defeat all of Cen Zhou's proud rationality, and the whole world fell apart!

The rain was raging and getting heavier, the mahogany hairpin fell into the dust and no one cared about it, and the hem of their clothes was wet by the rain.

The cold wind blows, unbearably unmoved.

The higher she looked with her umbrella in the wind and rain, the more pitiful and ridiculous he looked.

When Su Qingan said this, it reminded Cen Zhou that a month ago, she was still kissing the scar behind his left ear, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, asking him if it hurt, and saying that he would not get hurt again, she said she would Distressed.

My head was muddled, and many fragments of their being together flashed across. I don't know why people's hearts are changeable. At that time, it was just normal.

The heart is empty, howling and pouring the cold wind into it, full of joy and cautiously opening the soft and sincere place, what is ushered in is not love, but the sharpest knife, piercing it with my own hands, and still stirring it fiercely inside, for fear that this heart will Not falling apart and muddy.

If it's all fake, what the hell is the year?
What is he?
"I don't believe it." Cen Zhou made a sour and astringent voice between his lips and teeth, and grazed the tip of the knife abruptly, mixed with breathing and heartbeat, bloody and twisted in pain.

He didn't let go of her wrist, but his eyes were red, and he repeated harshly again: "I don't believe it!"

"Let go!" Su Qing'an struggled for a while, but she didn't let go, and ordered in an angry tone, "It's just deceiving yourself, it's up to you."

"Say it again." Cen Zhou approached her, shortening the distance between the two to almost the same. The rain hit him, and the coldness penetrated into the bones.

His heart was cold, his whole body was hot, and his brain felt uncomfortable and drowsy, as if a sword was stirring inside.

Those eyes were washed by the rain, staring at Su Qing'an, not letting go of any expression on her face, the voice trembled and begged, "Say it again, look into my eyes, you said this year It's all fake! You said...you don't love me at all. "

Su Qingan had never seen such a Cen Zhou.

The brows and eyes are fragile, the eye sockets are red, and the tone is choked, forming a broken and hot heart.

Thousands of times, just don't want to be abandoned again.

She can put this heart together now, or break it overnight.

From now on - there will be no such enthusiasm!

A white light flashed across the sky, tearing apart the dark night sky, and it was as bright as day in an instant, illuminating the faces of the two of them.

She told him that night.

"I love you so much."

I have said it many times.

Cen Zhou believed it was true.

At this time, the tear mole at the corner of Su Qingan's right eye was like a natural tear stain, and she looked at him, her glazed eyes were the cold blood of the emperor's family, and she said every word: "All this is fake, I don't, love, you!"

The rain slid from the skins of the two of them, extinguishing all the heat, and Cen Zhou was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

His lonely shadow came from the quagmire, he didn't need warmth, he didn't need tenderness.

He had suffered so many injuries, the most serious knife wound was only three inches from the heart.

But he didn't know why it hurt so much this time.

From the moment his heart beat, to the night of April [-]th, and then to the night of the [-]th, the second before Su Qingan said those words, he wanted to tell her squarely——

he loves her.

He wanted to tell her that he would marry her with three letters and six ceremonies, and that Fengguan Xiapei, known to the whole world, would live up to her innocence.

He planned to leave the capital and go to the frontier, fight his way out on the battlefield, defend his family and the country, and also for her.He wants to be the sharpest knife in her hand until she ascends to the supreme position.

He wants her to get everything she wants, and everything she gets is beautiful!

What else did he want to say... Cen Zhou had a headache and thought blankly, looking at Su Qingan's determined face, his vision was blurred, and he smiled faintly.

He wanted to say that he was going to leave after staying with her on April [-]th, and he would come back within three years, and he would not let her wait for him too...

Needless to say! !
These nonsense words have become the most pale and ridiculous oath.

The thunder was deafening, and the wind and rain were violent and dull, hitting my ears and hitting my heart.

"You are so pitiful, Cen Zhou."

Su Qing'an's eyes moved elsewhere without any waves.

"From now on, don't let me see you in the princess mansion."

Rainwater slipped from Cen Zhou's eyelashes.

like a tear.

Those eyes, which are always clean and open, are flushed with sadness.

Distressed to numb.

It doesn't hurt that much anymore.

The hand was thrown away violently, and it fell to her side, and she left.

The back figure disappeared into the rain.

A smoky blue oil-paper umbrella separated the two worlds.

Cen Zhou has always been cold-hearted and ignorant of love. If it weren't for Su Qingan, he might have been a swordsman in the rivers and lakes all his life.

Now that the sword has a heart and a soil to take root, Baba was held up by others, and then it was thrown to pieces.

On the day when he finally understood love, he faced the cruelest blow in his life.

——"The goal of the redemption mission has a blackening value of 99!"

——"Warning! Warning! Once the mission target's blackening value is full, an irresistible trend will occur. Please choose carefully."

(End of this chapter)