But she Lan Qingchuan seems to be unable to stand the grace and blessing of God.

She wondered what she was doing when she woke up. One person, two lives, and now, she has returned to the right path from the fork. She didn't know if she would be able to walk back.

It is really physical and mental fatigue, and the heart is like stagnant water, and there is no return.

As she lay down day by day, her consciousness became more and more sober, and she felt more and more cruel in the world.

She couldn't sleep anymore, someone was already waiting impatiently. Miyachi grabbed her by the neckline and pulled her up, her upper body out of the bed, her back was dull and numb, like stiff ice, and it was about to shatter at the touch.

The man said in a low voice, "How long are you going to lie down?" ”

Lan Qingchuan opened his eyes, "If I could leave, I would have left here a long time ago." ”

She really doesn't want to stay by this man's side, she is Lan Qingchuan, but the problem is that she can't leave.

The moment she opened her eyes, she seemed to be blind, and she only vaguely felt as if she had seen thousands of white feathers. Her eyes were piercing, and in such a dazzling white, she saw Miyachi Ruo.

Chu Li felt that he was good-looking, so Lan Qingchuan herself couldn't deny what she had said. People look at people's faces and hearts, but this man doesn't need to look at his heart, only this skin is enough to captivate the country and the city.

But this beauty, vicious and domineering, is a poisonous poppy, beautiful and demonic.

The woman on this bed is not Chu Li, if Gong Chi is clearly aware of it, he doesn't need to be polite and loving. He said, "You'd better not have that mindset." You run once, I break one of your legs, run twice, I cut off your other leg, and you still want to run, and I'll send you home with one shot. ”

"What are you keeping me for?" Lan Qingchuan was about to laugh, "Isn't your cultivation game over yet?" The dolls are gone, and you're left with a one-man show. ”

Miyachi Ruo grabbed her throat, "Are you sure I won't kill you?" ”

"You don't need to kill it, I'll do it myself." She smiled hoarsely, angry, "Don't die at your hands." ”

Gong Chiruo was really angry, it was obviously a face that he was reluctant to do anything with the same face, Chu Li would never go against him, let alone talk to him in such a tone.

This woman, how could it be his first Li, only one skin is the same.

Miyachi Ruo threw her back on the bed, he withdrew his hand, pinched her chin, and looked at her carefully, as if he wanted to see a flower.

What kind of eyes did he look in now, so dark, so terrible, so hateful, so regretful.

Lan Qingchuan looked at him, she didn't hide a bit, she looked straight at him, making him instantly recall a long time ago, on his ship, her long-lost eyes.

Not a well-behaved woman.

He likes to see her docile appearance, and Chu Li is very good.

But she deserves to die, she can't be his first Li.

Lan Qingchuan was too weak, she couldn't move her hands, and her sight couldn't last long. The coercion around Gong Chiruo is a momentum that has accumulated over many years, and many people can only prostrate, and they have no power or courage to look at each other.

Chu Li is not afraid of him, so why is she Lan Qingchuan afraid of him.

This man who has imprisoned her for so long, this man who has raised her as a joke, this man who has shattered her past, shattered her dignity and pride, and shattered everything about her, why should she be afraid of him.

She hated him.