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Chen Ziqi, who was walking in front, couldn't help but stagger when she heard this and almost sprained her ankle.

Seeing this, the blood-colored mandala couldn't help but say, "Can't you say something nice? You always like to hit my sister like this?

Although she has selfish intentions in some things, this is human nature, not to mention that her sister and I were originally carrying a deep hatred for blood.

In normal times, she enforces the law impartially and uprightly. When facing unfair cases, she not only did not bow her head in the face of strong power, but instead argued with reason.

Isn’t such a person worthy of your confrontation? Even if you are a little polite.”

Qin Lang shrugged and looked at the blood-colored mandala's face with interest, "Do you think I was just beating her? I'm just explaining the current situation to you.

If she doesn't provoke me, how could I go and find fault with me?"

Today is different from the past. Perhaps the blood-colored mandala herself did not realize that her heart had undergone a huge change.

For example, before, they would shout and beat and kill and eat their flesh at any time, and they would be forced to do so.

But now it’s different. The blood-colored mandala not only exerted murderous aura before meeting, but also spoke some of the words in his heart. He even considered Qin Lang’s attitude towards her sister?

Faced with the suggestion of the Blood-colored Mandala, Qin Lang could refuse, or scold her, or even press her dignity to the ground to rub her.

Remember m in one second.

But, there is no need for that!

"You still have injuries on your body, don't stay here. Come back with me to disinfect and avoid infection."

Qin Lang pulled the palm of the blood-colored mandala, and rushed towards home without caring about Chen Ziqi's nostalgia.

The blood-colored mandala, lowered his head and slowed down half a body, was as thin as his shoulders, and his waist was as smooth as he was, graceful and swaying, and the charming face opened the mask, was always lowered, looking at Qin Lang holding

With my big hand, I always feel a strange feeling in my heart.

I don’t know how long it took, but she never felt this way in her heart.

When she was a child, she was abducted and placed on a closed island, where all of them were children of the same size as hers. She received devil training almost day and night, exercised her killing skills and mastered some skills.

Fighting skills.

It was subtly in her heart, and it seemed that others were unreliable, and everything was the most real through her own hands.

So much so that later, her heart became more and more closed, and as the number of people killed increased, she became more and more cold-blooded.

Although the world is big, with traffic and flowers, it has nothing to do with her.

But today, Qin Lang's warm big hand suddenly held it, and a trace of softness in his heart burst out.

If Qin Lang hadn't appeared, she would have been a cold corpse that had attacked Chen Ping'an.

If it weren't for the pill given by Qin Lang, even if she survived by chance, she would have been hiding in a dark corner in a mess, like a wandering wild cat, licking her wounds alone.

Oh!

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the charming and cold face of the blood-colored mandala.

It seems that this kind of feeling is pretty good if someone relies on it?

Subconsciously, her pace accelerated and caught up with Qin Lang.

The body is slowly approaching, and from time to time, the shoulders will touch Qin Lang's arms, which are very close.

Qin Lang glanced at the corner of his eyes and glanced lightly. Although it was very faint, the little girl's posture revealed by the blood-colored mandala was fully visible.

Everything is in his control!

Just because I held my hand once, the blood-colored mandala became dependent?

If someone thinks this way and puts it into action, it can only be said that his life will be in the near future.

With the proud figure and charming face of Blood Mandala, the suitor will not talk about Jiang Zhiqing, but it is definitely not much.

But what about people nowadays? I am afraid that when the grave is dancing, the grave grass cannot even shine through the gorgeous neon lights.

If Qin Lang had not had a series of operations before, if he had not crushed his bottom line step by step, pressed the dignity of the blood-colored mandala on the floor and rubbed it, allowing him to experience the despair and helplessness of his hatred, how could he be at this moment?

Such a little girl's posture?

Do you really think Qin Lang has a special hobby?

When doing business, you don’t touch anything, just fight against the targeted attack?

Routine!

All fucking tricks!

Let him feel helplessness and despair. When the whole world becomes dark, open a gap in the window and let a ray of sunrise shine in.

The effect was unexpectedly good!

In short, what is the syndrome?

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

God fucking King Navigation?!

Ah, bah, bah, no, it's Stockholm syndrome!

As a qualified villain, Qin Lang is not stingy in sharing his own methods and routines.

He taught and let others observe it. This is human relationship. If someone really learns according to it, it is called an accident, and eventually the learner and Mr. Fan of Canada moved into a prison cell. This is called human relationships and worldly ways!

...

After returning to the villa, Qin Lang lay on the bed and silently opened the system panel.

"Ding! The new plot has been successfully integrated, and it will cost 200,000 destiny villain value. Will the host know in advance?"

The mechanical sound of the system sounded, and Qin Lang was wondering why there was no such thing before.

When you meet the son of destiny, you don’t know the plot in advance. How can you know that he is still developing?

If the son of destiny is strong enough and wants to kill him, wouldn’t there be many troubles?

"yes!"

With the deduction of the 200,000 destiny villain's value, a large piece of information flowed through Qin Lang's mind.

After digesting for a while, he slowly raised his hand and patted the blood-colored mandala's head kneeling in front of him.

The other party understood and immediately changed direction and switched the way of working.

"A little weak!"

Qin Lang was amazed at his tongue, not complaining that the skills of the Blood-colored Mandala were not mastered, but his dissatisfaction with the identity of the son of destiny.

There are no seven sisters, no war god wife enters the chicken courtyard, let alone the immortal emperor returns.

But a reborn king of entertainment, and the kind who is not reborn now!

How do you play with this thing with him?

Get the keys?

How many matches does he have?

Or maybe as he had imagined before, could this son of luck really be just a transition?

It's like brushing a dungeon, there are gold dungeons, silver dungeons, diamonds and king dungeons. Ye Feng and Chen Ping'an are like bosses of the golden dungeons. If you want to reach a higher level, you need a higher character panel.

, But Qin Lang does not meet this condition now?

"Shit..."

If this is true, then this villain system is too humanized, right?!
Chapter completed!