Zhou Yun asked casually: "Do you think I believe it?"

He had already started to pull the needle at this time and was preparing to slap another round later.

Rong Jinxi was so distressed that he wanted to curl up, but unfortunately he was tied with a large font and his arms were fixed on the shelf, so he couldn't even close his arms.

He gritted his teeth: "I think I should advise you not to lose your big mistakes because of small things. I want to see Qing'er, call her. I think there is more to talk to between me and her."

Zhou Yun: “…hehe.”

Rong Jinxi:!!!

This ghost girl is helpless!

Zhou Yun stepped forward and grabbed Rong Jinxi's hair. He looked down from above, frowned, and looked down. His hand pulled back down, forcing Rong Jinxi to raise his pale face covered with cold sweat.

Zhou Yun's pupils were clear, but it seemed to have a sharp cold light, as if he was despising the ant.

He was originally a noble man of heaven and was full of noble character. His usual Wen Jun was just a layer of disguise.

He was a wolf since he was young, and later he met Xiaojiu. Xiaojiu was young. He was afraid that he would scare Xiaojiu, so he hid his sharp teeth and restrain all his erratic nature.

I am afraid that only those brothers knew about his nature back then.

He was cold at this moment, like ice, or like a three-foot blue peak with a blade.

"Qing'er?"

He looked down on Rong Jinxi.

He no longer concealed his discomfort, his cold and sharp look.

"If I hear Xiaojiu's name from you, I will cut your tongue. Your eyes are too frivolous. She is never your sister. Don't think about sharing the pie, otherwise I will crush your bones inch by inch."

"If you don't believe it, you can try it."

Rong Jinxi's scalp hurts, and his face is covered in sweat.

Crazy, this Zhou crazy man!

He gritted his teeth: "Zhou Yun, keep a line of things and meet in the future. I don't want to break up with you yet, otherwise you can't keep me and trap me."

Zhou Yun let go of him, calmly pulled out a handkerchief from his arms and carefully wiped his hands. The hands were snow-white and looked elegant, like a bookish atmosphere.

It is suitable for calligraphy, calligraphy and painting, and poetic smiles, but not for blood. He thought Xiaojiu would not want to see these hands stained with blood.

That child has always been like this. She would rather let her do the dirtiest things in this world, and make her go against her true nature and become a bloody man, forcing her to destroy her conscience bit by bit than to dirty them...

Zhou Yun suddenly felt a little better. He seemed to be talking to himself, and also seemed to be answering Rong Jinxi.

"If you have a way, just think about it and use it."

Fearless, fearless.

What can the descendants of God?

When Zhou Yun's cold eyes glanced at him, Rong Jinxi's heart choked.

Rong Jinxi has lies in eight out of ten words. People like him have too deep true feelings and will never be able to have true feelings in their lives.

He once really brought someone, and later, for that person, he knelt in front of the gods for a whole year.

More than three hundred days and nights, countless pleading pity, and he prayed to God, asking for mercy once, even if he exchanged his life for it.

But God is too busy, so he has no time to care about his little things.

He knelt stubbornly and broke his legs, and it was so broken. It was not that he couldn't cure it, but that he didn't want to cure it himself.

Later...

He thought, he had to do something so that he would not have acquaintance or the love he had back then...

He lives too frivolously and has too little truth.

But there is one thing he did not lie to Zhou Yun.

Thousands of troops were blocked, and the butcher's sword was bloody and conquered to the heavenly path.

His goal may be different from Zhou Yun. The annoying ghost girl control is the most incomprehensible thing in the world.

But his goal is consistent with Zhou Yanqing.
Chapter completed!