MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 747 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes the Villain Script 77
Soft touch under hand.
Su Qingan lowered her head in a daze, only to realize that she was covered with gorgeous and precious silk silk, which was shiny and layered, like a sea of clouds and mist hanging down. Shout out a slap in the face.
Even so, Su Qing'an felt a burst of icy hardness. This coldness penetrated directly from the fingertips to the heart, so cold that the bones of the human body trembled.
abruptly—
She lifted the soft quilt and stepped on the ground barefoot!
Shortness of breath, heaving ups and downs, his footsteps staggered to the ground because of his weak body, making a dull thud.
There is no need to think that the knee is blue, the pain is terrible, Su Qingan frowned, her face was very white, her lips were also white, the sun was shining in from outside, her whole body was lying on the cold ground, her head was lowered, her face was half-covered by blue silk , with a sense of fragmentation.
She didn't care, she got up and looked around, the furnishings were luxurious and empty, her face became more and more cloudy, and she walked out quickly!
Pupils constrict.
The sea is surrounded by the sea, and there is no boat at all. The waves beat past, and the air is filled with the salty sea breeze. The woman's black hair was ruffled by the wind, and she stood barefoot on the island, small and weak.
This is supposed to be a desolate land, but on the island, it is so gorgeous and shocking—
High mountains and flowing water, nine-turn veranda.
is full of the nobility and elegance unique to the imperial powers.
is like a golden cage made just for one person!
"Do you like it?"
The clear voice pierced through the sea breeze.
The slender figure stood in the distance and looked at her, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
"It's been waiting for you for a long time."
Su Qing stared at Cen Zhou steadily, her head was blank for a long time, she realized something hard, what she learned was replaced by extreme anger, her breathing was fluctuating, and she laughed: "You want to imprison this palace?"
"Wei Chen said it." Cen Zhou walked in front of her, he rarely wore a dark blue dress today, the sleeves of Xianyun Yehe embroidered with silver stripes, romantic, lonely and cold, looking straight at her, "I only want you ."
The sound was blown by the sea breeze.
Su Qingan was the first person who taught Cen Zhou what love was.
His emotions can be held up, but he can’t let them go. Since he can’t let go, he should hold them firmly in his hands and let life and death follow.
"Presumptuous!"
Su Qing'an's body was thin, with white clothes and black hair, like a butterfly falling at any moment, and scolded him angrily: "This palace is Princess Zhaoyi! You dare to do the following, it is disrespectful, contempt for the imperial power, and the crime of deceiving the monarch! All crimes are punished together, justified It should be cut!"
Cen Zhou was unmoved, and his words were slow.
"Princess Zhaoyi traveled on April 30 in the spring of the 36th year of Yonglin. She was attacked by a bird of prey on the mountain in the western suburbs and unfortunately died. Wei Chen is deeply saddened."
In the next few seconds, Cen Zhou suddenly smiled under Su Qing'an's sudden change of face. He still had the clearness of the year, and it was more General Dingbei, who was oppressing every move, and raised his hand to gently smooth the woman's frowning eyebrows. .
"What are you afraid of? Why am I willing to do this, Wei Chen is still waiting to marry you."
The touch on his face is terrifying and creepy.
"Mad." Su Qingan was shaking with anger, took a step back, and squeezed two words out of her teeth.
"I thought the princess would like me now."
Su Qingan took another step back, and he took a step closer, until she had no way to retreat, and was forced to the shore. When she fell down at the critical moment, she was hugged by Cen Zhou, with a cold breath and an intimate demeanor.
