The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

"little Jasmine."

   "My sister will give you a present."

  Su Mohuan didn't understand it at the time. Later, in this fight with no way out, with the help of Su Ziheng, she shot a bow with her own hands, aimed at Su Qingan's heart, and killed her sister who raised her since childhood!

   "You don't fight with me, I didn't want to kill you..." Su Mohuan pouted and muttered.

  Su Ziheng was busy comforting Su Mohuan.

   "For a female class, trying to fight for the throne, it's not a pity to die a hundred times! Ah Huan has a good heart, but she doesn't have to feel sorry for this kind of person. She deceives and protects you in every possible way. Why do you care about your sisterhood?"

   "Blood scares Huanhuan, stop watching."

  No one knew what Su Qingan's gift was.

   The white fungus soup Su Mohuan had eaten this morning was poisoned, and only Su Qingan had the antidote.

   She lives, she lives!

   She died, she was buried!

   Little fool.

How can    sister feel at ease leaving you alone in this murderous palace?

  You were raised by me, so you should be buried for me.

   The light incense in the inner hall was quietly burning, and the candles made crackling sounds occasionally. Su Qingan listened to the sound of the rain outside, her heart was beating violently, which was proof that she was still alive.

   She seemed to hear the sound of blood boiling with morbid excitement, and her fingertips slowly pressed against her heart.

   The pain of being pierced by the sharp blade still exists, reminding her soberly of all this.

   Winning the king and defeating the bandit, the weak eat the strong.

  Su Qing'an doesn't hate anyone, but this time, she still wants that supreme position!

   It doesn't matter whether her hands are stained with blood or the bones are thick, Su Qingan has been longing for what she wants all her life, and she will not give in.

  The rain was still falling, and a bit of chill came in. The light in the hall was dim and dim, like the texture of an old picture scroll, adding a bit of hazy to people.

Su Qingan couldn't help coughing in a low voice. It was obviously the warmer days of spring and March, but she was still wearing the thick fox fur coat in winter, which couldn't stop her pale complexion. Blood.

"Princess, drink the white fungus and Sydney soup to moisten your throat." Ruosu worried, wanted to pat her on the shoulder, but put it down again, the other party always disliked being touched by others, "This rain has made you feel bad again. ."

   These are the root causes of Su Qing'an's childhood. It was the early death of her biological mother, and the two sisters were lonely in the deep palace and suffered humiliation. Su Qing'an brought Su Mohuan to survive.

   Being beaten and insulted is commonplace. She is no more than three years older than Su Mohuan, so she used her weak body to protect Su Mohuan's innocent heart!

   When those punches and kicks landed on Su Qing'an, Su Mohuan would be well hidden by her, and she would not see any filth.

  Su Qing'an is Su Mohuan's savior.

  Su Mohuan might not be the reason why Su Qingan persevered in the dark for many years?

   "It's okay." Su Qingan rolled her eyes, she was rarely pure, and regardless of etiquette, she put her cold side face in Ruosu's hand and called her: "Susu, I'm happy."

   "The princess calls herself this palace." Ruosu said helplessly, her heart softened.

Disregarding etiquette is something that only Su Mohuan can do. Su Qingan has never made any mistakes since she can remember, but if she vaguely remembers, when she was younger, Su Qingan was also a little boy who would hug people. baby.

   is just to protect another person later and was forced to grow up.

   "Let me be self-willed for a while." She rubbed the back of Ruosu's hand and touched the other's face in love.

  The person she loves is still alive, it's good.

   Ruosu chuckled: "Fortunately, Ah Huan is lively and relied on you the most. He has survived all these years."

  Su Qing'an narrowed her eyes, expecting that at this time, their relationship was still very good: "Little Jasmine..."

  The voice was hoarse after coughing, and the sound was gentle like the waves in the deep sea. It surrounded people and indulged in it. The face was very beautiful under the faint candlelight.

  The world says that the nine princesses are the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva, with a face that looks like a fairy, and a three-pointed smile like a god.

   But few people know what kind of evil intentions are hidden under this beautiful skin, which is deviant and shocking.

   "Princess... hello?" The health pot was reckless!

   The other party is a pure ancient person, I don’t know if he will be scared to death.

   Who would have guessed that the other party just stared at him quietly, accepted all this, and soon learned to communicate with her with his mind, asking neither light nor heavy: "I went back to the past, is it your hands and feet?"

   That coercive look made Qi Lou almost kneel, and he straightened his little chest a little proudly: "That's right, I helped you!"

   This is someone who almost became the Empress of the Ages, and Qi Lou did not dare to underestimate her.

"I'll help you live again, I hope you can live well, cherish the moment, be a salted fish, er, it's best to keep healthy, so don't fight anymore, if you die, you will have nothing. Fragrance!"

  Su Qingan whispered: "If you don't fight, you will die."

   Some people can not fight, and some people have no choice from birth.

  Qi Lou: "…"

  #Health suffers from Waterloo

   "Then let's talk about the second thing first, I'll do you a favor, and you need to do me a favor too—"

   "Rescue Cen Zhou and eliminate Cen Zhou's blackening value." Qi Lou kindly reminded, "Cen Zhou's blackening value is currently 73. Once it reaches the full value, some strange chemical reactions will occur~"

   Hearing this name suddenly, Su Qing'an's fingertips paused slightly, and there were rare waves in his eyes, which was fleeting: "What if I didn't?"

   "You can be reborn because of Cen Zhou. Your lives are together, living and dying together." Qi Lou said seriously, "Once Cen Zhou dies, you will die too."

   There are too many destined karma, fate after fate, and we will finally meet again!

   What Su Qingan cared about was not the existence of Qilou, but the word Cen Zhou.

Yes.

This year is the 32nd year of Yonglin. Su Ziheng was canonized as the crown prince a year ago, and the queen sits firmly in the middle of the palace. Now is the time when the prime minister's mansion is smug. Princess.

   She and Cen Zhou... should have known each other soon.

  Su Qing raised her eyes suddenly and looked out the window. She couldn't see through the shadow of the window, and vaguely saw a half-kneeling silhouette in the courtyard.

   She opened the window forcefully, all the rain swept in, and Ruosu's eager blocking sound was close at hand!

  On this night of the 32nd year of spring, the wind and rain were swaying and obscure, knocking down the petals of the peach blossoms in the courtyard, and the remaining flowers bloomed on the branches, all of which were filled with lingding.

   She saw Cen Zhou again.

   Who envy was seventeen years old at that time, and one sword frost cold fourteen states.

   A young swordsman with three feet of green front. He is famous all over the world. He is a legend in the hearts of many people.

  What a pity, such a person fell into her hands.

  What Su Qingan is best at is never saving people.

  The man was kneeling on one knee and half in the center of the courtyard, still violently falling from the wind and rain, his back was not bent at all, silent and cold, from a distance, he was a wild wolf on the verge of death but still arrogant.

   He was all black, only his skin was cold and white, and raindrops dripped along the profile of his face, leaving mottled wet marks on his inhuman facial features extending his neck, which should be embarrassing.

   The passing maids came and went in a hurry, and did not dare to look at him. At this moment, those eyes looked at the figure by the window without warning!