Chapter 213: Born to be a King, Only Worthy of Looking

"It's not the time yet."

In this way, he agreed, compared to a thousand evils, in fact, Ziqi wanted that person's life more, he was cold-blooded and violent in his bones, and he would not be willing to be at the mercy of others!

"I naturally know this, I don't need you to remind me!"

Qian Xie snorted coldly, he is not stupid, now there is only one way to die when he encounters that old thing, and it was because the rebellion in Ziqi's bones was too heavy, which caused that old thing to fall into his body.

The Gu that allows him to be obedient and obedient can even make him lose his martial arts in a moment!

"Perhaps, she will be a good opportunity."

Zi Qi said with a smile, the cold ice trick is not the main thing, but she has a certain ability, not to mention that she will never be the kind of person who is willing to be used!

"She?"

Thousand Evil's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and a figure suddenly appeared in his mind, and suddenly, sharp eyes looked at him.

"You mean Mu Xueyi? Just by her? ”

"Yes, it's up to her."

The meaning of Ziqi is unknown, and the enchanting eyes are sparkling, very seductive.

That woman whose temperament is colder than ice, she should be very interesting to tame like this.

After arriving for a long time, Ziqi found that she was something he could never tame, and ...... She will always be above others.

Instead, he left a heart on her, and never recovered.

Qian Xie looked at him like this, his eyes narrowed again, and he also remembered the first time he saw Mu Xueyi.

She sat there, her expression was as cold as ice, calm, with the momentum and oppression of a superior person, born to be a king, only worthy of being looked up to.

Suddenly, Qianye somewhat understood why Ziqi was determined about Mu Xue.

But...... He never put his hope in anyone, he only believed in himself.

The thousand evils had a cold face and walked away.

Ziqi didn't keep it, but sat aside and pondered, his wife treated him really coldly, and he was not moved at all in the face of this face.

Even if he used the charm technique, it was as if it had failed, and it had almost no effect on her.

Ziqi was thinking, what would it be like if she was tempted?

Is it still so cold-blooded?

The market at night was very lively, and Mu Xue went out when she had nothing to do, staying in the dark to protect her safety.

Because he is a dark guard, like her shadow.

A beggar in tattered clothes stumbled and ran, looking back from time to time, holding a delicate purse in his arms, which was bulging and obviously filled with a lot of silver taels.

"You little thief, how dare you steal in front of me!?"

The woman in purple frowned, and her figure came to the beggar very quickly, with a serious and righteous expression, and she had a momentum of her own.

The beggar is an eight- or nine-year-old boy, her face is dirty, and she is desperately protecting the purse in her arms from being taken away by the woman in purple.

The woman in purple still took it, blocked in front of him, and said coldly: "I stole at a young age, and I will have it when I grow up?" ”

Moreover, do you dare to steal in front of her, when she is dead?

"Childe, pay you back."

The woman in purple handed it to the man who had just walked over, but the man took it and chuckled: "Thank you, girl." ”

Then, under the incomprehensible gaze of the woman in purple, the man in Tsing Yi, who was as warm as jade, gave the purse embroidered with green bamboo to the beggar.

"Take it, don't steal it again."

The tone is gentle, and the voice is like a jade bead falling on a plate, which is addictive.