A touch of ruthlessness flashed in Zi Yunchen's eyes, and he reached out to grab Jimo's unintentional collar, lifted him up, and was about to slap it down with one palm.

The little black butterfly suddenly flew over and blocked in front of his palm: "Don't kill the master of the family, huh!" ”

Luo Qingyin reached out and stopped his palm at the same time: "Stop!" ”

The air became solemn and oppressive, Zi Yunchen turned his face sideways, and the corners of his lips hooked up a smile, as gorgeous as fireworks in March.

But for some reason, although he was smiling, his eyes were extremely cold, like a wounded wolf, domineering, but full of lonely sadness.

The slender fingers gently caressed Luo Qingyin's face, and his voice was low and full of self-deprecation: "Little kitten, are you sure that you want to be my enemy for him?" ”

Luo Qingyin's face changed, and he said in surprise: "You have a grudge against him?" ”

Zi Yunchen's face was so calm that there was no ripple: "Yes, I have a grudge against him, and he robbed my woman." ”

"You ......" Luo Qingyin finally realized what was going on, and lost his voice, "You want to kill him because I am feeding him?" ”

Zi Yunchen's deep purple eyes looked at her fixedly, and he didn't deny it.

Syllable!

A slap was slapped in his face.

Zi Yunchen's fair face immediately had five bright red fingerprints.

Luo Qingyin said word by word: "You are simply nervous. ”

Gently swiping over the place where he had been beaten, the corners of his lips hooked up a deep cold smile: "This is your answer?" ”

Jimo Wuxin finally realized what was going on, looked at the two of them blankly, and said weakly: "Actually, I don't have ......."

Zi Yunchen has always had no good face towards others: "Who told you to interject?" Get lost! ”

Jimo was shocked and silent under his intimidation.

"Enough!" Luo Qingyin took out a bottle of Baicao wine and threw it to Jimo Wuxin, who was at a loss, "Drink it to heal." Zi Yunchen, you come out with me. ”

Snatching out of the library hall, Luo Qingyin stood neatly on the edge of the cliff in the backyard of the Agarwood House, looked back at this evil and ruthless man, and asked, "What's the matter with you?" He's just my junior, he's tired of sitting, what's wrong with moving his muscles and bones? Do you need to do this? ”

"Younger brother?" Zi Yunchen's eyes flashed with a cold light, his face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his voice carried irrepressible anger, "A junior brother, are you so close to him?" A junior, you can skip my class just to feed him? Kitten, how do you trample on the king's heart? ”

Luo Qingyin: "......"

Zi Yunchen stared at her deeply, and when he saw her speechless, he laughed self-deprecatingly: "I understand, it turns out that in less than two months, you can fall in love with someone else." ”

Syllable!

Luo Qingyin's eyes were red, and he slapped him in the face again.

During the final exam in the Valley of Trials, she was surrounded by people, chased and killed, how many times she was in danger, how many times she was on the line of life and death, she could talk and laugh and be frank.

After entering the Formation Pavilion, she was blamed, spurned upon, and even besieged, but she was fearless and easily fought back.

However, under Zi Yunchen's questioning, she felt a sharp throbbing pain in the softest part of her heart.

It's unbearable, overwhelmingly painful.

Luo Qingyin clenched his red hand tightly and said coldly: "Zi Yunchen, you keep saying that you love me and believe me, but the result is ...... What do I see? That's the trust you place in me? ”

Mao Dun Literature