"Then I will love him too, as long as that person is him, it is fine, not rich and poor, beautiful and ugly, as long as it is him, I will love him!" Finch ignored his sarcasm, as if she was confessing to someone.

"Love?" Yan Zijiao was full of ridicule again.

Ignoring his ridicule, the finch looked at him fixedly, and said word by word: "Ben, please give him back to me!" ”

"Dear little princess, there are some things you don't understand, you don't understand, your so-called love is all dependent on these appearances. Without great ability, without a handsome appearance, and elegant demeanor, you will never fall in love with him. Yan Zijiao said, otherwise he frowned.

The finch was keenly aware of something, and said loudly: "No! I only love him, and no matter what happens, I will love him alone. ”

"Why don't you listen to persuasion?" Yan Zijiao was obviously distressed.

"You go!"

"Little princess! Isn't it good for us to be together? I am the creator of this world, you are the queen of this world, you can do whatever you want, and you don't need to hide your identity like before. ”

Yan Zi sat where his voice was full of temptation, but the finch looked at him keenly, and the corner of his mouth sneered: "It turns out that you know everything, it turns out that you are all doing this." Where's my father? ”

"No, you can't say that." Yan Zijiao bowed softly, which seemed to be a little difficult for him. "I just helped him make the choice. You must know that the existence of Yan is like a tumor that may turn into cancer at any time. I just helped him remove it. ”

"Impossible!" The finch said so firmly, but in fact, there were doubts in her heart.

Yan Zijiao didn't know how long he had lived an old monster, how could he not see the little change in the finch. He didn't debunk it either, and continued: "Although I am not a good person, I am also a principled person. When I went to propose to Ya, he wouldn't let me see you and drove me away. If he hadn't used me, I would have been the one who died! ”

"But you're still not dead, it's my brother who is dead!" The finch glared at him angrily, and her tone was cold.

Yan Zijiao said sadly: "Am I in your heart, will I never be able to compare with him?" ”

"Of course not." The finch said without thinking about it.

"What's so good about him?" Yan Zijiao was obviously angry, and wanted to stand up but only shook a little, and sat there peacefully, staring at the finch.

The corner of Que'er's mouth sneered: "He is good at everything, a thousand times better than you, ten thousand times better!" ”

"A thousand times? Ten thousand times? Yan Zi smiled. He has a wife, you know? ”

"What does that have to do with me?" Finch's heart trembled, and then she said with pretended disdain. The seed had taken root in her heart, and a long thorn had pierced her chest.

She wanted to say that she didn't care, but when the words came to her lips, they were replaced by another sentence. She was afraid that all her efforts would become very ridiculous in front of another woman's eyes.

It doesn't matter if the woman is gone, alive, or just as a vampire.

"Isn't it good to be my princess?"

Finch took two steps forward, leaned down slowly, and inadvertently touched his arm, and suddenly a smug smile appeared on her face.