Thousands of people suspect that they have become a spiritual queen

He stood in a stream of light, with his back buried in the shadow of the sky and the sea, as if he was stepping on a ladder to the sky and clouds at the line between the sea and the sky.

Yan Lian looked at him steadfastly, and after a while, she smiled softly.

"Brother always lets me go." Yan Lian said coquettishly: "I want my brother once too."

Like a poisonous snake spewing out letters, he hissed, "He's so good-looking, I don't believe my brother isn't tempted."

Yan Wugui was silent for a long time this time.

"I'm very excited."

The moment Yan Wujiu's voice fell.

System: "Yan Lian's offering value has risen to 20%!!"

"Hey, do you want to receive the upper limit of 100 divine power?"

Su Jiao: "?!" Damn it! !

Su Jiao was stunned, good guy, the value of the offering increased by 10%, and the value of the divine power increased by the power of 10! !

However, the enshrined value was surging, but Yan Lian's face remained unchanged, and he still had a lovely look: "Then brother, won't you take him back?"

From a certain point of view, Su Jiao admired her very much.

Yan Wujiu patted Yan Lian's head, "Nobody likes beautiful things, and so does brother—"

Yan Wujiu's cold brows softened, "But in my brother's heart, Ah Lian's happiness is more important than anything else."

Yan Lian said softly, "My brother is so kind to me."

He held his brother's hand and said softly, "Ah Lian is willing to give everything for my brother."

What a pair of brother and friend Christine that makes people's teeth sore.

Su Jiao rubbed her molars and felt goosebumps all over her body.

But judging from the current situation, there is probably no hope of hooking up with Yan Wugui to increase his divine power.

It doesn't matter, let Yan Wugui become a worshiper, and his divine power will increase by 10.

But now Su Jiao has received 100 divine power points from Yan Lian!

Yan Wujiu left soon, after all he had been "severely hurt" by Su Jiao, and it must have been very hard to encourage him to maintain his dignity.

Su Jiao watched as Yan Lian put down her schoolbag and went to send her brother off.

Yan Lian was still wearing the uniform of Qingteng High School, with white skin and soft black hair, like a gentle teenager.

Su Jiao glanced silently, then turned and went upstairs.

Nanshan villa is built on the mountain, it is very large, the houses are row upon row, hidden in the lush forest, and the single house Su Jiao is in is four stories high.

Inside, the winding four-story glass staircase spirals upwards, and in the hollow, a [-]-meter-long tassel chandelier hangs down like a crystal, illuminating the glass staircase with brilliance.

Behind the glass stairs, the ten-meter-high floor-to-ceiling windows can clearly see the sea view of City A. The higher you go, the more you feel like you are walking into the sea.

Looking at the sea from the mountains, stepping on the sea to generate tides.

It can be seen that the sky is rich and honorable.

When Yan Lian sent the banquet without blame, she turned her head and saw the young man standing on the glass stairs.

He stood in a stream of light, with his back buried in the shadow of the sky and the sea, as if he was stepping on a ladder to the sky and clouds at the line between the sea and the sky.

Yan Lian's heart suddenly tightened——

"Ah Lian?"

Yan Lian turned her head, "Brother, let's go."

Su Jiao went to the second floor, where there was a study room, passed through the master bedroom and the second bedroom, and opened a door.

He heard the sound of the sea tide, the wall lights were softly lit, and he had a panoramic view of the ten-meter-high study room. Italian crafted oak bookshelves more than ten meters high covered the walls and reached to the enamel-colored ceiling. The elevators go back and forth, and there are also retro staircases that twist and turn. This is the library.

Su Jiao took a book and went to the reading room on the other side to relieve boredom. The reading room is divided into three floors. The first floor has a garden outside the glass wall, and the second floor is more private. Lift the elevator down.

Su Jiao often reads on the beauty bed on the first floor, he likes the camphor tree outside the window very much.

Yan Lian sent her brother off gently, and when she looked back, her eyes were already full of gloom.

He went back to find Su Jiao.

Su Jiao is reading in the study room.

The sunlight was broken by the branches and leaves of the camphor tree, mottled and fell on him.

When he lowered his eyes to read a book, his eyelashes were like butterflies sprinkled with gold powder, and the small moles hidden in his eyelids were faintly visible.

……

The book in Su Jiao's hand was taken away.

"What is Jiaojiao looking at?"

Yan Lian glanced at the book, "The Count of Monte Cristo..."

Su Banana: "..."

"I heard that Jiaojiao dropped out of school." He took out Su Jiao's book, and said softly, "Can you understand this book?"

In fact, this kind of soft nail, according to his original temper, he should have tolerated the calm for a while and took a step back, but ever since Su Jiao lost control and kicked Yan Wugui's life...

Su Jiao knew that not only was it useless to bear it, but she would do even more excessive things with passive skills.

Then he might as well not hold his breath and reduce the risk to a controllable range.

"Why don't you understand?"

Su Jiao raised her chin slightly, and said arrogantly and contemptuously, "But this book doesn't look uncomfortable at all."

Yan Lian was very interested: "Why are you uncomfortable?"

Yan Lian thought that Su Jiao was going to tell the storyline.

Who knows-

"The gold inlay of this book is actually fake, so inferior." Su Jiao said with disgust, "The paper is also rough, and it's uncomfortable to turn the pages. What kind of rubbish."

Yan Lian: "..."

Yan Lian: "Then how can you feel comfortable?"

"I think it's comfortable for me. Of course, the cover must be made of pure gold, the paper inside must be made of silk, and the words must be embroidered stitch by stitch by top embroidery masters."

Su Jiao tried her best to fit the personality of "Su Jiao" who came from the countryside, and at the same time, she performed her arrogance to the fullest.

He is Su Jiao from the countryside, of course he can't read books, he only understands the smell of copper.

In the arrogance of a young man, there is some rustic taste and innocence that do not know wealth, but even so, it is extremely cute.

That's right, his Gillian came from a poor place after all, so it's only natural that he has some restrictions on his imagination of wealth.

How could he know that every piece of clothes on his body could be exchanged for more than a dozen copies of "The Count of Monte Cristo" in his imagination.

"Of course." Yan Lian smiled again, "Of course it's no problem."

"But..." Yan Lian's tone became quiet, "I promised Jiaojiao everything, so should Jiaojiao promise me something?"

Su Jiao: "What's the matter?"

The sunlight was blocked by his figure, Su Jiao felt that he was gently holding his face like a treasure.

He seemed about to kiss.

But no, his fingers gently stroked his eyes, especially the shy little mole hidden in the eyelid.

With his delicate fingers, he carefully searched and teased.

Su Banan's eyelids itch a little from him, and she subconsciously tried to escape, but her chin was pinched.

Yan Lian clung to his ear, and her finger caressing her eyelids sank slightly, "Give me the beautiful eyeballs you've seen brother, okay?"

The tone was extremely cold, it was clearly noon, but it was like the echo of a midnight ghost, sending chills down the spine.