After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

After Sheng Zhao left.

Yu Anyi looked coldly at Pei Qiyan who was standing there, as quiet as if he had died once, and reminded: "You should be lucky, you didn't show another form tonight."

Pei Qiyan's purple eyes, which turned into vertical pupils due to extreme stimulation, slowly turned, and they stared at Yu Anyi silently.

His eyes were full of suppressed madness to the extreme.

Yu Anyi's back turned cold, this look made him breathe a little quieter, and he didn't dare to sneer anymore.

He kindly said: "It can be redeemed."

Pei Qiyan didn't say a word, he was looking at Yu Anyi's white shirt.

Yu Anyi was well protected by him, Pei Qiyan's black clothes could squeeze out a lot of blood, and the former's white clothes only had a few spots of blood on them.

Pei Qiyan suddenly felt very glaring.

It wasn't that the blood was dazzling, but the one he fell in love with at the first sight a hundred years ago - Yu Anyi's white body.

Why.

He put in so much effort, but he didn't get any benefit, and he got Zhaoyu's disgust. Why did Yu Anyi get Zhaoyu's two requests for nothing after ruining his peaceful life with Zhaoyu.

The murderous disaster was resolved without any effort, and even, Zhaoyu might prefer Yu Anyi, who is as clean as a fairy, between him and Yu Anyi.

Pei Qiyan was dirty.

I can't see the cleanliness of others stepping on him.

A trace of disgust flashed in Pei Qiyan's eyes, and the tails of his eyebrows twitched, overwhelming hostility towards Yu Anyi. The next moment, he regained consciousness and said in a deep voice, "An Yi, you go back first."

Yu Anyi: "Where are you going?"

Pei Qiyan: "Zhaoyu promised you, and he won't drive you away."

His Shanxian has always been a good person to the end, even if he was deceived into this.

Yu Anyi asked again: "What about you?"

Pei Qiyan looked indifferent: "You don't need to worry about it."

After Yu Anyi left, Pei Qiyan drew a gap in the air, and walked through the chaotic air with a Lingying Stone.

Throwing the Lingying Stone directly above the Demon Palace, he said concisely: "Build one."

The Lingying stone records the small town where he and Zhaoyu lived during this period, and Pei Qiyan's hand was cut many times by the turbulence.

In less than a moment, he recovered again.

He found a lake.

Pei Qiyan soaked in cold water for an hour, and changed into a new clothes that had not been stained with blood. The new clothes were the same blood color as Zhao Yu's.

Because of Zhaoyu.

In Pei Qiyan's eyes, red like fireworks is much cleaner than white.

-

The tall building stood quietly in the night, the lights were all off, and it merged with the night.

Pei Qiyan, who came slowly from a distance, pushed the door open.

No push, locked.

The corners of Pei Qiyan's foreheads that had been retracted with all his strength were faintly exposed again. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and pressed the corners back expressionlessly with his veined hands.

Zhaoyu didn't like it.

Pei Qiyan used devilish energy to create a passage, stepped in front of Sheng Zhao's door, his brows and eyes were raised, and his pale fingertips poked his eyeballs.

In less than a moment, his eyes automatically secreted tears, and the edges turned red.

Pei Qiyan had a youthful face, red eyes, and a pitiful and extremely sad appearance.

If one ignores his dark purple eyes, it indicates that his mind is tense to the extreme.

Pei Qiyan slowly wiped off the slime on his fingertips with a handkerchief, and knocked on the door with his fingers.

There was no movement at the door.

Pei Qiyan waited for a quarter of an hour, then tapped again.

For eight quarters of an hour, Pei Qiyan knocked on the door 17 times, and he stood stubbornly outside the door for more than two hours.

It will be dawn.

Just in case Zhaoyu would soften his heart, Pei Qiyan would poke his eyeballs again when the tears dried up to make them secrete tears.

Over time, his eyes became bloodshot and slightly swollen, as if he had been crying all night.

Pei Qiyan thought expressionlessly, if it wasn't necessary, he didn't want to make things more embarrassing, and would make Zhaoyu even more angry.

So, he restrained himself and knocked on the door again.

Like a lonely ghost waiting to be taken in.

But as soon as the owner opens the door, he will be attacked by evil spirits.

- The door opened.

The expression on Pei Qiyan's face changed instantly.

Sheng Zhao's hair was disheveled, he stepped on the robe on the ground with his bare feet, his face was slightly haggard, and he asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

Pei Qiyan could guess that as soon as Zhaoyu returned to her room, she immediately took off her blood-stained heel clothes, and was disturbed by him all night, probably not sleeping much.

Pei Qiyan sniffed: "Brother, I was wrong."

Sheng Zhao made up his mind to cut off this relationship, but he was unmoved, but his hands lying on the door were clenched so tightly that his fingertips turned white.

"Leave from my door if you have nothing to do."

Pei Qiyan held Sheng Zhao's wrist: "Hands hurt, don't pinch."

After Sheng Zhao reacted, he immediately withdrew his hand and said coldly, "Don't touch me."

From opening to now.

Every word of Sheng Zhao's words was like a knife, and it went straight to Pei Qiyan's heart.

Pei Qiyan clasped his palms, trembling. He stared at Sheng Zhao and took a step closer.

He must have lost control of that look, it was extremely frightening, because Zhaoyu took two steps back, Pei Qiyan thought.

He closed his eyes, and forced his Shanxian into the room step by step, and then, Pei Qiyan obediently threw himself into Sheng Zhao's arms.

Both arms wrapped around Sheng Zhao's hands and waist, and his forehead rested on Sheng Zhao's shoulder, like a child, tightening like a fool.

Pei Qiyan said in a muffled voice: "The blood on my body has been washed away, so I won't dirty my brother anymore."

Sheng Zhao wanted to struggle, but his whole body was tied into Pei Qiyan's arms and he couldn't move.

The latter saw that it didn't make sense, so he used a strong one.

Although Zhaoyu has been standing in the main position.

But Yan Qike is much stronger than Zhaoyu.

Sheng Zhao could only let Pei Qiyan do whatever he wanted.

He held back his anger and drank in a low voice: "Yan Qi!"

Sheng Zhao: "Ugh—"

Pei Qiyan didn't want to hear it, so he raised his hand to cover Sheng Zhao's mouth.

Sheng Zhao's wide palms covered most of his face, and some of the soft flesh on his face was squeezed out by his palms. His face was reddened from covering, and only his delicate eyebrows and eyes were full of resistance.

Pei Qiyan was overwhelmingly coercive towards Sheng Zhao, he easily controlled all of Sheng Zhao's movements, stubborn and self-centered.

"Brother, don't move."

"Listen to me, and I'll let you go." The worst thing about Pei Qiyan was that he was still pretending to be pitiful, trying to get Sheng Zhao's pity.

"Brother Zhaoyu, I lied to you, but I was originally a bad boy."

Apart from acting pitiful, Pei Qiyan was also threatening: "But I am willing to restrain myself for the sake of my brother."

"Yes, I did kill someone."

Pei Qiyan's eyes were red, full of displeasure: "But if I don't kill them, they will kill me and Fellow Daoist Yu."

"Brother, because I am a demon, can I be hurt by others without resistance?"

"Besides, those dead soldiers of the Qi family also killed a lot of people." Pei Qiyan lowered his eyes and asked puzzledly, "Why can't I?"

"Brother, is it because you don't trust Yan Qi?"

"You don't believe that Yan Qi can control himself, you only believe that the demon will not stop after killing someone." Pei Qiyan complained sadly, with tears in his eyes: "So, brother never believed me? ?”

Sheng Zhao had stopped struggling, and looked at Pei Qiyan quietly, with misunderstood anger in his eyes.

Pei Qiyan continued: "Brother Zhaoyu, I don't think it's wrong for me to kill people."

"So, you can't punish me, leave me, or even abandon me for this."

After Pei Qiyan spoke a few words, he nonsensically turned black into white.

Sheng Zhao: "Ugh—" What nonsense!

Pei Qiyan hesitated, feeling wronged: "I can let go of my brother, but my brother can no longer ignore me, and don't get angry with me."

I don't know who the real loser is.

Sheng Zhao: "Ugh—"

it is good.

Pei Qiyan slowly let go of his hand and took two steps back.

Sheng Zhao couldn't wait any longer, he pushed Pei Qiyan away suddenly.

next moment.

With a "slap--", Sheng Zhao raised his hand and slapped Pei Qiyan across the face!

Caught off guard, Pei Qiyan was slapped sideways, red marks appeared on his pale complexion, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't react for a while.

Pei Qiyan had been injured many times, but he had never been beaten so humiliatingly. He took a deep breath, turned his eyes, and met Sheng Zhao's angry eyes.

Pei Qiyan thought inopportunely, for such a gentle person as Zhaoyu, beating him must be extremely angry and extremely disappointed in himself.

He actually forced Zhaoyu to this point.

Pei Qiyan curled his lips mockingly, and asked in a low voice, "Has brother calmed down?"

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