C12 Flower of Evil 1

Uncle Xiao never hit anyone, but he had to learn to laugh with him. This lesson was even worse than fighting with a vicious beast. It was so funny that even the flesh on River Fish's face began to hurt.

Yin Jiu You didn't force him to laugh, but this person had a cold aura. Even though it was June, Jiang Yu'er stood far away from him and felt a chill in her heart.

Tu Jiao, on the other hand, taught him how to deceive people.

What Jiang Yu'er couldn't stand was Li Daoyi's big mouth. He was always sniffing around the fish, and when he didn't eat any human meat, he would stand by your side sniffing around. There was only one taste: It made one's entire body turn cold.

Yi Xiangxi read this book three times.

To make Mac the most evil person in the world, Tu Jiao's thought was to take the evil of the top ten villains all over her body. Wasn't that an extreme crime? However, within the valley, Mac's skills gradually increased, and he began to use the "evil" he had learned to teach his teachers. But he did not dare to use great evil, and naturally developed a control over it. He could not truly harm his teachers, or else if he angered them, what awaited him would be extremely terrifying. In other words, this was the bottom line. That line has always been controlled by the Ten Great Evildoers. In the end, they created the best.

What a ridiculous black comedy.

Other than Gu Long, who could be such a genius?

He closed the book and said indifferently: "The Palace Mistress of the Blossom Palace is really too stupid. "She really wants to kill Han Jiangfeng and get her revenge. The best way is not to let Mac and Flowerless kill each other when they grow up …"

She said, "Yes. If it was me, I would have killed the twin brothers on the spot. All the grievances have been avenged. "

He was stunned for a moment before saying, "If that's the case, I won't be able to continue writing this novel …"

"Thus, Gu Long's novels tend to be ridiculous and full of holes. However, it's very fun and also very attractive, isn't it? "

A strange look flashed in his eyes again.

She jumped barefoot from the high-backed chair.

Her feet were snow-white.

Her face was snow-white.

He was like a naive and lively doll.

Even if she was trapped here, she was like a princess in a castle.

"Wheat …"

He took her in his arms.

The room suddenly became silent, leaving only the two people's heartbeats, thump thump, the frequency was the same, as if they were in love.

But they did not love each other.

Qiao Xiaomai's heartbeat sped up because she suddenly thought of a strange idea: Could it be that Yi Xiangxi is the Palace Mistress of the Flower Shifting Palace?

But how could this be?

He was only a man in his thirties, and it was impossible for him to be a love rival to her father, who was in his seventies.

As for her mother, she had died more than ten years ago.

She lightly pushed his hand away. "I'll cook for you."

"Don't move …" Shh … "Don't move …"

He hugged her.

Push on your arm.

It was as if he was filled with emotions.

She laughed and said softly, "What is it? Lord Yi, you're in love with me? "

He stared blankly for a moment before letting go.

However, she held him back fiercely, "Lord Yi …" How could you forget your obligations? "

She was going crazy in this big house every day, and she had to do something about him every night — he liked it, anyway, and she didn't care that he used it as a lethal weapon against her.

Every night, even if he didn't take the initiative, she would force him to — pester him to death. Since you, Lord Yi, like it, I will completely fulfill your wish. Occasionally, when he worked overtime, she would not let him go.

"Wheat... Jiang and his men... He's looking for you... "This fellow has yet to give up. From time to time, he would find me for trouble, causing me to feel extremely unhappy …"

Hearing this, his heart ached, but he did not retreat at all. Instead, he was entangled, "Heh … Heh heh heh … Lord Yi... Can't you? Talking about other men at this time? Was it because he felt that he couldn't do it and wanted the group of people from Jiang Clan to replace you? "

He knew that this woman's words were infuriating, but his eyes still fell.

Behind him was the piano.

She collapsed on the piano. The sound of the strings playing the zither was disorderly and disorderly, yet incomparably crisp and pleasant to the ear …

He was flustered, but she shoved him, hit him, punched him in the chest.

In such a long time, every day was like a year … Summer vacation was also two months, in the blink of an eye, it had already passed … However, in the past two months, she broke her fingers and was on the verge of going crazy …

Because of his madness, he lost his mind.

Only now did hatred appear on her face, and her voice was hoarse like an envoy from hell.

"The devil... Devil … Aren't you trying to harm me... Come on … Come on … I thought you were a free duck... I hate you... I will never let you off … Devil, you damned devil … "

The rich ladies spent a fortune on keeping the ducks.

Now, someone had come knocking on his door.

And completely free.

Moreover, he was so handsome.

What else could he do?

Who said that?

Life was like being forced. If he couldn't resist, then he might as well treat it as enjoyment.

Right now, she had no choice but to give it a shot.

Think of him as a free duck. If it's a terrible nightmare, enjoy it in the dream.

Somehow, he was actually a little scared.

It wasn't that she was crazy, but there was a deep hatred in her eyes – the difference between this and the innocence she had shown in the past was too huge.

In an instant, she seemed to have become two people.

Inside Qiao Xiaomai's body, there was already a demon.

He did not know if this demon was him.

She couldn't answer at all.

It was like a man lighting a fire and burning himself … He would not stop until he was burned to death.

It was like a hand was randomly playing a demon note … Her strength was completely obliterated by the music …

At that time, she had already stopped talking.

She only lowered her long eyelashes, and her demeanor suddenly became as innocent as a blade of grass by the side of the palace.

He stared fixedly at the bright red face, his voice slightly hoarse. "Mac … If you weren't Joe, how nice it would be... "

Her heart trembled.

If your last name isn't Joe!

Sure enough, he was heading for her father.

He would harm her father!

As for her, there was nothing she could do.

That night, Yi Xiangxi brought back a large box, and two workers helped him move in.

Qiao Xiaomai followed her to the study room. Yi Xiangxi was opening the box as he waved at her. "Mac, come over here."

The box was full of newspapers and magazines. Yi Xiangxi picked up the top newspaper and opened a column. It was a column by a fashion woman named Bing Bing. He was a well-known writer, a leading celebrity in the fashion world, writing about beauty, cosmetics, jewelry, the latest clothes, the dressing of celebrities, and also a frequent visitor to major fashion awards.