Chen Ziqi, who was walking in front, couldn't help but stumble when he heard this, and almost lost his foot.

Seeing this, the Scarlet Mandala couldn't help but say, can't you say something nice? Always like to hit my sister like this?

Although she has selfishness in some things, this is human nature, not to mention, my sister and I have a deep blood feud.

In normal times, she enforces the law impartially and uprightly, and in the face of those unfair cases, not only does not bow her head in the face of strength, but argues with reason.

Isn't such a person worthy of your attention? Even if it's a little more polite.

Qin Lang shrugged his shoulders and looked at the blood-colored mandala's face with interest, do you think I was scolding her just now? I'm just telling you what's going on.

If she doesn't provoke me, how can I be okay to find fault?

This time is different from the past, perhaps the Scarlet Mandala herself has not noticed that her heart has changed dramatically.

For example, before, shouting, shouting, shouting, killing, and eating its flesh at every turn, all under the condition of being persecuted.

But now it's different, the Scarlet Mandala not only became murderous without meeting, but even said some words in the heart, and even took into account Qin Lang's attitude towards her sister?

Faced with the suggestion of the Scarlet Mandala, Qin Lang could refuse, or he could slap her, or even press her dignity on the ground to rub it.

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But, there is no need for that!

You still have injuries on your body, don't stay here, come back with me to disinfect and avoid infection.

Qin Lang pulled the palm of the blood-colored mandala, didn't care about Chen Ziqi's affairs, and rushed in the direction of home.

With his head down, the blood-colored mandala that was half a body slower, his shoulders were slashed, his waist was like a bundle, she was graceful, swaying, and her face was always low, looking at Qin Lang holding his big hand, there was always a strange feeling in his heart.

I don't know how long it has been, but she has never felt such a feeling in her heart.

As a child, she was abducted and thrown into a confined island, where all children her size were trained by the devil almost day and night, practicing their killing skills and mastering some fighting skills.

Subtly in her heart, it seems that others are unreliable, and everything is only obtained through her own hands is the most real.

So much so that later, her heart became more and more closed, and as the number of people killed increased, she became more and more cold-blooded.

Although the world is big, the traffic is busy, and the flowers are blooming, all of which have nothing to do with her.

But today, he was suddenly held by Qin Lang's warm big hand, and a trace of softness in his heart burst out.

If it weren't for Qin Lang's appearance, I'm afraid that she would have become a cold corpse by now attacking and killing Chen Ping'an.

If it weren't for the elixir given by Qin Lang, even if she was lucky enough to survive, she would be hiding in a dark corner in embarrassment at this time, like a stray wild cat, licking her wounds alone.

Scold!

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the bewildering and cold face of the blood-colored mandala.

It seems that this kind of feeling of having someone to rely on is also quite good?

Subconsciously, the pace under her feet quickened and caught up with Qin Lang.

The figure was slowly approaching, and from time to time, the fragrant shoulder would touch Qin Lang's arm, close to it.

Qin Lang glanced at it lightly from the corner of his eye, although it was very faint, but the little girl's posture that came out of the blood-colored mandala was in full view.

Everything is under his control!

Just because he held hands once, he made the Scarlet Mandala have a dependence mentality?

If someone thinks like this and puts it into action, it can only be said that their life is short.

With such a proud figure and charming face as the blood-colored mandala, the suitor did not mention Jiang Zhiqing, but it was definitely not missing.

But what about people now? I'm afraid that when the grave jumps, the grave grass will not even shine with brilliant neon lights.

If it weren't for Qin Lang's previous series of operations, if he hadn't smashed his bottom line step by step, and pressed the dignity of the blood-colored mandala on the floor to rub it, making him feel the despair and helplessness of deep hatred, how could there be such a little girl's posture at this moment?

Is it true that Qin Lang has a special fetish-okay?

Routine!

It's all fucking routines!

Let it feel helpless and hopeless, and when its whole world becomes dark, open the window a crack and let a glimmer of the rising sun shine in.

The effect is unexpectedly good!

As a qualified villain, Qin Lang is not stingy in sharing his means and routines.

He taught, let others observe, this is human affection, if someone really goes to learn according to it, it is called an accident, and finally leads to the learner and Mr. Canada Fan living in a cell, this is called human sophistication!

After returning to the villa, Qin Lang lay on the bed and silently opened the system panel.

Bite! The new plot has been successfully integrated, and 200,000 Mandate of Heaven villain points need to be consumed, does the host know in advance?

The mechanical sound of the system sounded, and Qin Lang was wondering why there was no such thing before.

When you meet the Child of Destiny, if you don't know the plot in advance, how do you know that he is sitting there to raise his hair?

If the Son of Destiny is strong enough, and then wants to pinch it to death, won't there be a lot of incidents?

Be!

With the deduction of 200,000 Mandate of Heaven villain values, a large amount of information flowed in Qin Lang's mind.

After digesting it for a moment, he slowly raised his hand and patted the blood-colored mandala head in front of him.

The other party understood and immediately reversed direction.

It's a bit weak!

Qin Lang smacked his tongue, not complaining that the skill of the Scarlet Mandala had not been practiced at home, but because he was dissatisfied with the identity of the Son of Destiny.

There are no seven sisters, and there is no god of war wife entering the chicken-courtyard, let alone the return of the immortal venerable.

It's a reborn entertainment king, and it's still the kind that hasn't been reborn now!

How is this thing playing with him?

Do you have a key?

How many - do he deserve?

Or, as he had previously thought, could it be that this son of luck was really just a transition?

It's like brushing a copy, there are gold copies, silver dungeons, diamond and king dungeons, Ye Feng and Chen Ping'an are like the bosses of the gold dungeon, and if they want to hit a higher rank, they need a higher character panel, and Qin Lang doesn't have this condition now?

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If that's the case, then this villain system is too humane, right?!

Qin Lang was shocked!