Ex-wife villain

Looking at the woman's touching smile, the woman from Yinyuelou, who was also on the list of beauties, couldn't help but feel dazed.

Luo Shen, Luo Shen...

There is no other woman in the world who can compare with you.

Li Guanshi asked: "Why didn't you let me help your niece just now? She was seriously injured."

The woman calmed down her emotions and said calmly: "What a niece, I have nothing to do with her. Her mother was just adopted by our Jiang family back then. The Jiang family recognizes this daughter, but I don't recognize this sister."

"You sisters used to have a very good relationship." Li Guanshi said.

The woman didn't want to discuss the topic, so she changed the subject and said:

"I don't want to touch the affairs of the Mo family in Pingyang, so I won't help you find that remnant of the Mo family. You can figure it out on your own. Some of the secret things you revealed to me today, I just ignored them and I will tell them all after a sleep. forget."

Li Guanshi smiled and said: "Jiang Yi, you are not so timid."

A woman named Jiang Yi sarcastically said: "I'm very courageous, but I also know who gave me the position I have today. I won't pick up the bowl and call my mother, and I won't do it if I put down the bowl and call my mother." I won’t even do it.”

"The status you have today was given to you by your dead sister..."

"Li Guanshi!!"

Jiang Yi's eyes were cold, "Do you really think I don't dare to be your enemy!?"

Li Guanshi said calmly: "Since Sister You died, you and I, our former best friends, have been enemies. Maybe one day, you will die in my hands, or... I will die in your hands. inside."

"I hope you die in my hands."

Jiang Yi's slightly narrowed almond eyes were filled with water and her smile was cold.

Li Guanshi said sadly: "I hope so."

The oil lamp inside the car flickered, and the beauty had disappeared.

Jiang Yi leaned against the car wall, dazed.

Once upon a time, the pair of young best friends held hands and lay carefree among the camellias all over the mountains and plains, watching the pink and white mountains in the distance, the glistening autumn water, and the long white clouds...

At that time, they innocently made a vow that they would marry the same husband in the future.

The sun and the moon are flowing, and the clouds and smoke are passing by.

Those who are alive are still alive, but no longer young.

Those memories are just memories.

Jiang Yi wiped the corners of her eyes with the backs of her fingers to disperse the memory fragments in her mind, and asked sideways: "Dongxue, is there no news about Qiuye?"

The female guard outside the carriage shook her head, "The third sister lost contact after she went to investigate the Xichu Pavilion. She left a message before, saying that the Xichu Pavilion seemed to be studying something and secretly bought many young girls. He Daya's daughter He Lanlan , it is very likely that it is inside. Moreover, it seems that the Xichu Pavilion also lost a cat demon soul."

Cat demon ghost?

Jiang Yi frowned and murmured: "It seems they really believe that the ghost energy of the netherworld can resurrect the dead."

But the question is, can it really be resurrected?

This secret is only known to those within the Tianyao Sect.

-

The incomplete waning moon is like a piece of broken glass, embedded alone in the sky.

Jiang Shouzhong looked at the same lonely woman and said softly: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble. Are you hurt?"

The snow dimples stained with light dust look a little pale.

"No."

The woman's tone was as indifferent as usual.

Jiang Shouzhong moved his lips. Although he knew there were some words he shouldn't say, he was still ready to speak.

However, the woman seemed to know what he was going to say in advance. Her clear eyes glanced at the little beggar hiding behind Jiang Shouzhong, and she said in a cold tone: "You don't need to decide what I do."

Jiang Shouzhong had no choice but to shut up.

"If I hadn't appeared just now, how would you have dealt with that situation?" Ran Qingchen suddenly asked.

"I do not know either."

Jiang Shouzhong scratched his head and laughed dryly, then said softly, "That Miss Zhou is very close to me."

Ran Qingchen frowned, not understanding what the other party meant.

And when her eyes fell on the exquisite fire gun on the other party's waist, her expression suddenly became strange.

"The lion and the rabbit are not on the same level after all."

Ran Qingchen warned the other party in disguise.

But Jiang Shouzhong smiled and shrugged, "But rabbits will bite when they are anxious, right?"

Back in Yunhu, when facing Fang Ziheng, the third young master of Famous Sword Villa, Jiang Shouzhong never thought of sitting back and waiting for death. It's all a desperate situation anyway, if you can struggle just a few times, maybe there will always be a glimmer of hope.

And this time, he was also betting on whether Mr. Yan could show up.

Ran Qingchen was about to speak, but suddenly his face turned pale. The woman turned around, put her fist to her lips, coughed lightly, and said calmly: "Go back and rest early. Be careful on the road."

After saying that, the woman walked away, her waist-length black satin hair swaying lightly.

Entering the waiting carriage at the alley, Ran Qingchen could no longer suppress it, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and there was no trace of blood on her pretty face.

"Miss!"

The maid Jinxiu was extremely anxious and held the other person's wet palm.

Ran Qingchen waved his hand tiredly, took out a pill and drank it, "The prince is right. Although we are in the same realm, I am not that person's opponent."

Jin Xiu's eyes were red and she choked with sobs: "Miss, since you don't like my uncle, why do you protect him so much?"

Ran Qingchen was speechless.

After a long time, she sighed softly, "But he is my husband after all."

-

Turning the corner, the thin and dark girl quickly released her little hand from holding on to the man's clothes.

It's not that my daughter's family is reserved and shy, but that my hands are dirty and I'm afraid of dirtying my benefactor.

Jiang Shouzhong didn't pay attention and asked softly: "Has your grandfather been buried?"

The thin dark girl nodded.

Jiang Shouzhong felt a little apologetic.

Back in Xing'an Lane, if the old man's remnant soul hadn't been entangled with him, he wouldn't have left the girl two taels of silver.

The original intention was to let the girl wait for a rich family again.

Now it seems that the other party only used the two taels of silver he gave him to bury his grandfather, and it was probably just a thin-skinned coffin.

Jiang Shouzhong took out some broken silver and copper plates from his body, put them in the girl's hands, and said seriously:

"Buy some clothes, eat something, just find someone... If you don't know how to do crafts, go to Rumen Street in the outer city. If you are lucky, you can find a big house as a maid. Don't look for me again, I don't want a maid. I’m not used to having a maid either.”

The thin black girl stared at the man's handsome face, feeling a little at a loss.

Like an abandoned puppy.

She suddenly grabbed the man's sleeve, subconsciously let go, and wiped her hands vigorously on her own clothes.

Thinking that his clothes were also dirty, he lowered his head in frustration.

Jiang Shouzhong said softly: "People in the world are divided into rich and poor. This world is inherently fair and unfair. If you work hard to live, you will always feel that you are valuable."

Jiang Shouzhong touched the girl's head, turned and left.

The girl subconsciously followed behind her, took two steps, stopped, followed two more steps, and then stopped...

In this way, the girl walked around and finally decided that the man didn't want her. Then she stood still and looked at the man's gradually blurring figure alone, like a grass that no one cared about.

At this moment, the girl was finally determined,

Grandpa is gone, and she is really the only one in the world.

-

Under the moonlight, a young man in a white shirt stood in front of Aunt Zhang's dilapidated mill shed, thoughtfully.

The man has a slender figure, and upon closer inspection, he has very seductive peach blossom eyes and a handsome appearance.

Even walking on the street on weekdays can draw away the souls of many women.

The handsome man looked at Zhao Wancang's house and complained a little: "I just had a few discussions with your wife. Why kill her? What a pity."

He turned to look at Zhang Yunwu's home.

"There's a better one here."

"No, no, it's just related to each other. It's too immoral."

"You're already a flower-picking thief, and you still have morals? Every time you hook up with someone else's wife, you end up ruining the other person's family."

The man's face was full of confusion, as if there were two little people fighting in his head.

In the end, the man in white shirt's greed took over his reason. He walked to Zhang Yunwu's house and knocked on the door.

After a while, the courtyard door opened.

Wen Zhaodi looked at the handsome strange man outside the door in confusion, "Who are you looking for?"

"Is Zhang Yunwu's family here?" The handsome man's voice was as gentle as jade.

Wen Zhaodi was surprised, "You are looking for my husband?"

The man pretended to be surprised, his peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, as if the peach petals blooming in spring are extremely charming, "It turns out to be my cousin-in-law."

He saluted the woman, "Hello, sister-in-law, I am Zhang Yunwu's distant cousin, and I live in Mozhou. I came to the capital for business this time, and I learned that my aunt was sick, so I thought of coming to visit.

Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Jiang and my name is Jiang Qing. "