The villain of Kuaishou is a bug

Chapter 207

"Little girl, why don't you guess, what's in the fairy tale book?" Zhu Yan said with a gentle smile, half-length black hair casually scattered on his shoulders, and the dim yellow light imprinted in those narrow and beautiful eyes.

Sui Ling was not afraid to spoil Zhu Yan's interest, she leaned against the wall with lowered eyes, playing with the rose that the young man just gave her, "I'm not interested."

Zhu Yan didn't care about Sui Ling's answer, and lowered his head to kiss the corner of the little girl's lips lightly, with a bewitching smile in his blue-gray eyes, "We'll find out later."

"But now, some ignorant people are here."

Sui Ling naturally felt those killing intents, but she obviously didn't take them seriously, instead she responded elegantly to Zhu Yan's bewitchment, her indifferent eyes were rarely stained with an unknown smile, "You have to help me kill them?"

She hasn't seen Zhu Yan make a move yet.

This is the dark web, it's not okay to be completely white, she is undoubtedly doing him harm by not letting his hands be stained with blood.

Although this person's background is black, it is only his strength that prevents him from being swallowed up by this smear.

"My honor, little girl." Zhu Yan lowered his eyes and chuckled, elegantly kissed the back of the girl's hand, his gaze fell to a dark corner, with a hint of danger.

"Don't get your clothes dirty." Sui Ling reminded him.

To be honest, she doesn't like the smell of blood very much.

"Of course." Those people can't dirty his clothes, they... don't have that strength.

Watching the young man leave, Sui Ling held the oil lamp he had taken from him, and calmly continued to look at the crowd. Some old fairy tale books were torn into three parts and fell into the hands of three different teams.

They are still fighting, Sui Ling is bored, so she can only watch them pass the time.

It's a pity that luck is not very good, and it can be affected even when watching a play. A person not far away was punched flying, and hit heavily from Sui Ling.

Sui Ling didn't have the kind heart to pick him up, she calmly avoided him, and the man fell into the rose bush behind her, his life and death unknown.

He was still holding the book of fairy tales in his arms, Sui Ling held the oil lamp in one hand, and casually took it away from the unconscious man's arms.

The group of people saw that Sui Ling was a little girl with no strength to restrain a chicken, and she was bound to win immediately in terms of momentum.

Just when they were about to rush up, they saw the girl slowly placing the fairy tale book on top of the oil lamp, with the flames of the oil lamp screaming, trying to wrap around the pages of the fairy tale book, which made people extremely nervous.

The little girl in front of Piansheng lazily loosened her strength, the fairy tale book fell, and when their hearts were in their throats, she squeezed the fairy tale book tightly again.

She hooked her lips, and said in a loose and peaceful voice, "Everyone, be careful."

She didn't pay much attention to the things in the fairy tale book, and looked at everyone's attitude with great interest, as if she had finished having fun, and threw the fairy tale book away without paying much attention.

Everyone rushed towards the fairy tale book like mad dogs.

Sui Ling was in a good mood and moved to another place.

[…] The actions of Sui Ling's host just now, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a monkey walking a dog.

Tsk, what a pervert.

Can't be bothered.

Compared with Sui Ling, Zhu Yan is not very gentle.

A few corpses fell not far away, and the young man moved his wrists unhurriedly, looking at a group of men in black who were staring at him vigilantly, his breath was warm and loose, "I haven't seen you for so many years, and I still can't do it."

Familiar moves, familiar tone.

The men in black suddenly became frightened, and the invisible oppression seemed to choke their throats, making people frightened and suffocated.

It was the young master of the year!
I saw the young man slightly bent his lips, as warm and harmless as before, and his tone was loose and casual, "So what if you know, you can't stay."

The specially made silver needle in his hand attacked everyone with the movement of the young man, because it was extremely small and hidden in the hazy night, even the afterimage could not be seen when it quickly pierced through the air.

When the group of men in black found out, it was too late to hide, the needles pierced their eyebrows, and they fell to the ground one after another, but Zhu Yan didn't leave just then, the thin blade left his hand and stabbed at the attic.

The sound of sharp objects piercing the body sounded, and as the person fell to the ground, Zhu Yan walked slowly to the attic.

Zhu Yan pulled out the thin blade, lowered his eyes and wiped the blood on the man, his cold brows seemed to be stained with disgust, "My knife was dirty."

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At 9:20, the first bell in the manor rang, the mellow sound spread in the moonlight, the phone vibrated again, and Sui Ling looked down.

The second ring of the story.

The Earl and Miss are very affectionate, at least in the eyes of outsiders.

In the second year of the marriage, the lady gave birth to a son, the orthodox heir in the castle, a gentle and noble young master.

Majestic castle, I surrender to you.

May God be merciful and cast the glory of the family forever.

This was the fourth time the young master saw his father praying this week. He had a blank expression on his face, holding a black umbrella, and the drizzle blurred his warm brows and eyes.

His mother walked to his side, her tone was as gentle as ever, "There are still five classes later, don't let mother down."

The young master looked at his mother silently, and finally lowered his head silently, and gave a soft "um".

The second cycle of the story ends.

"Cluster Moons" share clues to the southwest attic.

As a paragraph popped up, the phone received two photos.

The first one is a diary that has been around for a long time but cannot hide its extravagance.

The second is an entry in the diary.

The handwriting is neat and elegant, probably written by a noble lady.

[This is a good season to go to sea, every year at this time my father will bring me new things from the other side of the coast.

This year is no exception, he is a gentle and elegant husband.

It's a shame though, it's the worst gift I've received in 18 years.

On the day I got married, my father customized a diamond crown for me, which was inlaid with 103 luxurious and shining diamonds. It was worthy of the status of a duchess, but it was also extremely heavy.

The appearance of the earl's castle was as I expected, solemn and solemn, revealing a sense of a century of history, and boundless depression.

It's like a shackle.

The shackles of history.

The shackles that imprison me.

It seems to be smiling at me because of its beauty.

Its unshakable, arrogant beauty. 】

After reading the content, the young man just walked to his side.

Sui Ling raised her eyes to look at him a few times, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, the lip color was slightly dark, the dark jade pendant covered his fair skin, the end of his eyes was dyed with gentle red, clean, and he didn't look like he had touched his hands at all.

But there was inevitably some bloody smell on his body, the smell was very light and hard to detect.

Sui Ling showed him the phone, "The next ring is coming."

Zhu Yan only glanced at the phone, not sure if he read the content, but instead asked a question unrelated to the story, "What does the little girl think the designated person will do?"

"I don't know." Trouble.

Hearing this, Zhu Yan didn't say much, as if he just asked casually, reached out to take the oil lamp in the girl's hand, held her hand, "Let's go, go to the next clue point."

(End of this chapter)