Chapter 520 The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face is the mirror and the flowers are the trees (83)

Hao Guang thought the leader would get angry, and then he would beat the woman up, but to his surprise, the leader did not move, but calmly changed a brush and continued to practice calligraphy.

But his expression was more like the tranquility before the heavy rain hit.

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Wen Xien is a man or a monk, and he doesn't look like a monk who will be pressed under a man. He comes from the holy land of the Buddhist temple.

Her temperament was too cold and too calm, and her overly conspicuous beauty seemed to be a kind of sin that was tempting.

Even if she was locked here, she was not heartbreaking and bullied, and she didn't say anything, as if anyone could do whatever she wanted to do to her.

I especially want to make people feel calm on the surface, revealing the fragile and soft inner inside.

After experiencing all the drowning incidents, Xueer became much more honest. This kind of honesty does not mean that she would not come to find Wen Xien, but that she did not make things difficult for Wen Xien anymore.

Because she found that what was more fun than bullying Wen Xien was that the small and subtle expression on Wen Xien's face caught people off guard and was almost crazy attraction.

There is also the ever-cold and warm eyebrows and unclimbing distance. No woman can stop watching, and she wants to lower her dust-free head through her charm and turn into a loyal dog under her skirt.

The more indifferent Wen Xien is, the more people want to conquer her, get her, and possess her.

Xueer's heartbeats very fast, like a deer ramming, and red clouds like clouds, looking at her in a daze.

Wen Xien always leaned against the couch, with a leisurely posture, looking at her with cold and beautiful eyes in confusion, and every move was intoxicated by the poison.

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Ke Changqing, who made a ruthless oath a few days ago, finally broke his oath. He read a word in the book. He practiced the word as if he was drawing. Finally, he couldn't help it. He rushed straight to Yuanyuan with a calm face.

During the process of rushing over, Ke Changqing had a lot of random thoughts in his mind, but he was thinking about how to torment Wen Xien anyway.

As soon as he turned over the water pavilion corridor, he saw a maid guarding the door of his room. When he saw him, his face suddenly became panicked.

Ke Changqing covered his face with cold frost, pushed the maid away with big strides and then shattered the door. Among the falling fragments of wood chips, he stared at the two people on the bed, his eyes shattered.

The cold and delicate monk leaned against the bed and put one hand on the woman's soft waist. I don't know if he was inviting or rejecting, but he seemed to be refusing.

The woman had a sweet shoulder, and she snuggled in the monk's arms with admiration. Her bright bellyband was tightly attached to the monk's white underwear, which was very dazzling.

After hearing the loud noise, the woman was frightened and retreated into the monk's arms. The monk looked at the gloomy Ke Changqing in surprise, and actually subconsciously reached out to protect the woman.

Ke Changqing's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were red with overwhelming jealousy, and his whole body exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

He rushed to the bed and pulled the woman's hair, dragged her to the ground, and said word by word.

"Dare you touch my people?"

Xueer looked at Ke Changqing with a look of expressionless face in fear, and looked at the monk beside the bed for help. Wen Xien was also indescribable about such a scene, but if a person died, it was definitely not what she wanted to see.

"Things are not what you see. Don't be excited for now. Xueer is just obsessed with it for a moment."

These intimate words were like adding fuel to the fire. Ke Changqing suddenly grabbed Yue Qing's throat, lifted her whole body into the air, tightening inch by inch.

"stop!"

Wen Xien wanted to stop him, but his body could not move at all.

The maid who was stumbling and following in was frightened to death when she saw Xueer's helpless and struggling desperate appearance. She cried and knelt down at Ke Changqing's feet and shouted "Give up your life," but Ke Changqing was still indifferent.

Wen Xien was so excited that she was red from the scene in front of her. She didn't want others to die because of her. There was also a reason for this murder and her, and there was a karma.

Until the woman lowered her head silently and was thrown to the ground by Ke Changqing, Wen Xien stopped pleading and stared blankly at the woman lying on the ground.

Ke Changqing walked towards her like an evil ghost, pinched her jaw with one hand, rubbed her pale lips roughly with her fingertips, and wiped it repeatedly almost nervously, as if she was determined to completely destroy the woman's shallow fragrance.

Her thin lips were worn out, and Wen Xien wanted to turn her head and hide in pain, but was imprisoned by Ke Changqing.

Only then did Wen Xien realize that her body could move. Her cold eyebrows gradually became a hint of panic, and her eyes were filled with a thin mist, as if she had an illusory and pitiful meaning to look at Ke Changqing.

But Ke Changqing understood that this was just something he imagined, and he also saw clearly that the disgust in Wen Xien's eyes was very cold.

Ke Changqing spoke coldly.

"Now I know I'm scared, huh?"

The bloodstains spreading on his lips were like striking cinnabar, and they looked like nothingness. Ke Changqing's movements stopped, and his eyes became darker. He kissed the monk's chin deeply, like a fierce beast trying to swallow her alive.

"I'm still thinking about why you look down on me? So you like women?"

Wen Xien heard the ridiculous words, and a helpless feeling came from the bottom of his heart. His pale lips moved and were pressed against by his long fingers.

"Shh..."

"Yeah, I don't want to hear you now."

"I'm really angry this time."

The man's fox eyes were faintly glowing red, and his pupils shrank into a beastly state, ferocious and distorted.

Wen Xien and his eyes looked at each other, and Qingming's thoughts suddenly became chaotic. When he closed his eyes, he fainted.

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The soft and sweet smell made Wen Xien's mind swell, and she was in a daze in front of her. She closed her eyes and opened her eyes for a long time before she slowly saw the scene in front of her.

It was still in the original bedroom that the woman cleaned up.

"Did you bury Xue'er's body?"

Faced with Wen Xien's cold questioning, Ke Changqing just reached out and touched Wen Xien's cheek. The affectionate love in his eyes was like a surging flood, but his tone was as cold as cold water.

"I asked someone to throw her into the mountain and feed the wolf. Now I'm afraid there is only one handful of bones left."

The man said cruel words, but his tone revealed a sense of innocence.

Wen Xien was speechless for a moment and waved his hand with a bang. She didn't know if her pale face was angry, and a faint blush appeared. She pretended to be calm.

"Are you lied to me?"

"Don't mention her anymore." The pinched jaw was gradually increasing. Wen Xien reached out to push him in pain, and was grabbed by his wrist again. The firm force was like a clamp engraved in his bones, with an unquestionable tough attitude.
Chapter completed!