After the beautiful female partner is reborn, the male protagonist is cremated together

Ling Quanquan was completely immersed in the dance.

The scenes she saw in the dream seemed to have tempered her mind, making her exude the beauty of a phoenix reborn from nirvana.

She vaguely knew that her and Ling Yue's fate was like two ends of a seesaw.

Ling Yue's infinitely beautiful life will come at the expense of her fate.

On the contrary, in this life, due to her counterattacks, Ling Yue failed again and again, and the balance of fate gradually tilted towards her.

Huo Weinan's taking some people seemed to be a reward from fate.

However, such a reward is really disgusting.

Thinking of those people who seemed to be so affectionate and who seemed to be pouring out their regrets in front of her, Ling Quanquan's aura became more intense.

Her limbs turned into wind and frost swords, which could easily cut through the obstacles of fate, and then cut through the traps set by fate in the name of rewards.

By the time the dance was over, the slight soreness at Ling Huanhuan's wound forced her to stop.

She covered her wound and walked to the resting place with a frown. She was caught off guard and ran into Su Zheyi's eyes.

He didn't know how long he stood here.

Like a statue, but also like a loyal knight.

"You've just started practicing dance? Why don't you take a break?"

Su Zheyi's voice became hoarse.

Ling Huanquan frowned and stood there.

To this day, she will no longer back down in front of these men.

But the fanatical gaze finally made her feel uncomfortable, and she turned to look at the mirror aside.

From the mirror, he watched Su Zheyi hold back his steps and approach her step by step.

"What do you want to do?"

Even though she was very unhappy, her voice was still soft, as gentle as the softest wind in spring.

Under such circumstances, the vigilance and disgust in her eyes were particularly hurtful.

Look, how miserable he must be when even such a gentle and soft Ling Huanhuan hates him.

So much so that when Ling Huanquan faced him, all the weakness and pitifulness turned into a sharp sword, as if it could cut through all his disguises.

He should run away in panic.

But behind the shame, there was a fascination that he couldn't even take his eyes away from.

Su Zheyi moved his fingers and racked his brains to come up with a suitable topic.

"Do you need my help in investigating your injury? And you have a final exam soon. The dance in this assessment is very difficult for freshmen. Do you want me to provide you with some guidance?"

Ling Huanquan was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked unexpectedly: "Provide guidance? Professor Su, do you really know how to teach a student?"

Su Zheyi was stunned.

Before his ears could react to these words, his brain released the panic and embarrassment of having his true identity revealed.

Ling Quanquan looked at Su Zheyi with sarcastic eyes for the first time.

Among Ling Yue's four men, Su Zheyi is the one she hates the most.

Because this man is proud to control other people's souls!

But why?

She had already fallen into such an unbearable situation in her previous life, and her soul was her only precious treasure.

Su Zheyi used her trust to weave the most vicious lie in the world!

"All the students taught by Professor Su were admitted as geniuses, but after graduation, they all disappeared from the public. Is it just a coincidence?"

Her voice was still very soft, but in Su Zheyi's ears, it was like a lightning strike deep in his brain!

Ling Quanquan, how could she find out?

No, it's impossible. He has always done things very secretly.

Even those students who graduated have always regarded him as their lifelong salvation worthy of respect.

How could Ling Quanquan say such a thing.

Even if he had such thoughts about Ling Quanquan, now, he has completely forgotten them.

Her soul is so beautiful and arrogant that he cannot control it no matter what. He is only fascinated by her beauty, how could he want to destroy her!

Su Zheyi's eyes suddenly changed, and his gaze was fixed on Ling Huanquan's innocent but tough and dazzling face.

"If this is what you are worried about, I can swear that I will never suppress or coerce you. I will do my best to help you become the top dancer in Junmo."

In fact, he shouldn't reveal his true face so bluntly.

He didn't even understand how he could say such a thing out of his mind.

But then, Ling Huanquan's dark eyes made him speechless.

"It's ridiculous. The professor actually has the nerve to say such a thing. A demon killed a hundred people and took back his claws on one of the victims who escaped death. Is he still trying to get thanks?"

Ling Huanquan showed such a mean and sarcastic smile for the first time, and Su Zheyi's heart felt as if a huge stone had dropped, falling suddenly.

"Professor, I'm very curious," Ling Huanquan took a step forward and raised his long, fair neck in order to look directly at him.

Her small, palm-sized face is as delicate as the Creator's most perfect work.

But the words that came out of his mouth made Su Zheyi's heart feel like it was falling into an ice cellar.

"Have you been stared at by the admiring eyes of the students for so long that you have long forgotten how ugly and smelly a person you are?"

Su Zheyi's jaw suddenly tensed.