Chapter 210: The Left Face Under the Mask

Otherwise, if another person dares to speak a little presumptuously, I don't know how many times I have seen Hades! Even if he is pointed, with his ability, it is easier to kill a person than to pinch an ant to death!

"Jingyun, only you, dare to make a joke about selling this seat." There was a hint of tenderness in his voice.

She raised an eyebrow, "You think I'm joking?" "Am I joking?" ”

He didn't pay much attention, and pursed his lips as her fingertips brushed his lips, a light kiss, with pity.

She suddenly laughed faintly, "Is it familiar to touch you like this?" ”

Her smile is pure and flawless, quiet with a little aura, beautiful and elegant, peerless and dusty, and involuntarily intoxicated.

He pursed his lips seductively, "This seat has caressed you like this." ”

"Know how much I hate this? It's like stroking a dying prey, condescending, high up. It's just that we have changed our roles. ”

"I think you're flirting. If you like this seat, you can say it bluntly. ”

"What do you like? Murderous, or ruthless? ”

His eyes became cold, evil as ice, "In your eyes, this seat has no merit?" ”

"Is there any, so what?"

"Not really." He laughed silently. A person like him who does not tolerate the world is destined to be bloody and lonely for a lifetime.

When her fingertips touched the cold dark iron mask on his left cheek, he narrowed his right pupil slightly, and his cold and evil eyes instantly filled with vigilance.

"Afraid I'll lift the mask on the left side of your face?" Her voice was as crisp as a yellow warbler out of the valley, and it was oozing a bit of feminine elegance, "I remember you said that Qiu Shaoyuan, the richest man in the capital who worked hard for you, saw your left face and was poisoned by you." ”

"He's just a dog in captivity. Everything in the Qiu family now is given by this seat. If it weren't for Qiu Shaoyuan's usefulness, this seat would have killed him a long time ago. He looked at her unwavering and beautiful face, his eyes were unpredictable, and for some reason he wished she had asked about his left cheek, but he didn't want her to lift his mask.

He can not care about the eyes of the world. If she saw his face under the mask, she showed half disgust...... He's going to kill her!

Seeing her remove her hand, he didn't feel relaxed, but his heart, which was as cold and hard as a glacier, condensed heavily, "You don't wonder what the left cheek is under the mask of this seat at all?" ”

"Is there a difference?" She raised her lips slightly, with a look that didn't even care about the world, chic and indifferent, and poured out her youth.

"You're not one of those who are on the wrong side. Asking such a question seems superficial. It's just that the world has never accepted his left cheek, and there are women who have pretended not to care about the blood-red color of his right eye, and when they saw his left cheek, they were scared to death without his intervention. If she had actually seen it, would she still be as calm as she is now? Thirty years into his life, he knows too well that words and reality are two different things.

"The head of the world's first religion would actually consider himself superficial." She looked sideways out the window, and it was dark, "If a deep-minded person like you is superficial, it will really rain red." ”

"Are you boasting about this seat?"

"What do you say?" She was noncommittal, stood up, opened the door to the room, and called out, "Little Shunzi! ”