So......

Su Changfeng began to find that he could always see Vicia.

And it's a variety of occasions.

Ji didn't care about this, maybe he was doing something else.

Anyang didn't pay much attention, and put his mind on Bai Nuan.

At night, Dingsheng Courtyard.

The light fell faintly, and Ji stepped on the light, pushed the door open, followed by two rows of people.

He had a cat in his arms, with a very beautiful coat, and he was very obedient in his arms.

Ji is dressed very formally today, it is the most exquisite ancient style in the Tang costume, the threads are all hooked with gold wire, the color is gradient navy blue, and the eyes are full of pity as always, looking at the few people who came out.

"What's the matter at such a late hour?" The person who spoke was Vicia's father, his hands shaking slightly, trying to keep his composure to speak.

"Uninvited, excuse me." Ji first apologized, still looking like an immortal.

"If there's anything, let's talk about it tomorrow, we're going to rest, butler, take them to rest." Vicia's father helped Vicia's mother and turned to leave.

"Sir, madam, did I tell you, can you go?" Ji took two steps forward and opened his mouth lightly, like an invisible hand holding his throat.

The people over there stopped.

"Sir, burn it, ......Madame," he glanced to the side and smiled, "I believe that the skewers are good." ”

"As for the others, just dispose of them." He was dressed in the skin of an angel as if he was saying that the weather was good, and what he did was the act of a demon.

"Are you crazy!" Vicia's father scolded him loudly, and the flesh on his face trembled with anger.

Looking at the people who came around, he protected his wife behind him.

Ji snorted lightly while touching the cat's hair, and his light green eyes were full of mockery: "Sir, I've always been crazy, didn't you find out?" ”

In the past two days, he found that the originally honest man actually went to check on his affairs, and wanted to pry things back from him.

Scold......

How could something that came into his hands be spit out like that?

However, he didn't expect that An Yang's hand was so long, which made him want to laugh.

"Daddy!" Vicia's frightened voice came from the other side, and Ji tilted her head to give the person next to her a look, and the person reached out and grabbed her, cutting it with his backhand.

"Ji ...... What are you doing here? Ji bent down slightly, and looked at Vesia's frightened eyes, his chest vibrated and laughter spread.

"Silly girl, can't you see it?"

"I'm doing something great." He reached out and caressed Vicia's face, as if he were still the gentle man.

Vicya's tears fell straight down, and her voice trembled: "Ji, don't do this...... Please, don't ...... like that."

The smell of gasoline overflowed, and Ji watched as they handcuffed Vicia's father to a pillar and poured gasoline on him.

"I beg you, I beg you...... For the sake of us sharing the same bed, please spare my family, Ji ...... Please......" Vicia broke free from the man's restraints and fell straight to her knees, clutching Ji's trouser leg and pleading.

People are afraid of death, they are afraid of pain, that's psychology.

It just so happened that he especially liked to see the painful and frightened faces of others, and as long as he saw it, he was in a good mood.