The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Aya Qingxuan returned to the seat in the space, and the position of her heart hurt.

But it was not the pain that came from within her, but the pain that came from the plane.

【Host, are you alright? 】zz ran over with his pig's trotters, and saw that his host's face was pale, with a complicated expression on his face.

"What happened to Lore later?"

Aya Qingxuan withdrew the hand on her heart and asked.

zz pursed the pig's mouth and said hesitantly: [Dead. 】

Eye color flickered slightly, Ling Qingxuan took out the black feather that fell from Luo Er's body, pinching the root of the finger turned white.

[He crushed the angel's heart given to him by the host, and was unwilling to live alone as an angel. 】

"understood."

Putting away her feathers, Ling Qingxuan returned to her original appearance, indifferent and indifferent, rejecting anyone's indifference.

It's just that calm eyes, something seems to be flowing.

【Host, why don't you rest for a while, your body... 】

"No problem." She wanted to continue speaking, but suddenly looked at the white fog.

Just now...how do I feel there is a line of sight.

Is it an illusion?

She stared over there, pursed her lips, and retracted her eyes after a moment.

Hide it, if you have the ability, don't come out for the rest of your life.

"Open the plane."

【Yes! 】

...

"An Ling, I'll take this thing back and have a look, why are you holding it so tightly!"

As soon as Ling Qingxuan came to this plane, she felt that someone was pushing her on purpose.

The body was so weak that it was pushed away at once, and the woman's deserted eyes sharpened.

When the original owner's body was about to hit the pillar, she turned over and steadied herself, reaching out against the pillar.

The clothes are fluttering, the movements are smooth and handsome, and the posture of holding hands all shows the demeanor of a big man.

"Little, miss!" The maid next to her exclaimed, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Ling Qingxuan.

Ling Qingxuan moved aside without being touched by her.

what's the situation.

Murder right away?

Settling her eyes, Ling Qingxuan looked around.

A quaint old-school traditional house, this seems to be the main hall, and the furniture and the like are very delicate and precious.

Next to her stood an indignant and worried little maid, and across from her stood a girl who was not even close to her hairpin. She was well-dressed, but her face was slightly hideous.

[Host, this time is an alternate ancient plane, this is the mansion of An Landlord, you are the eldest daughter of the An family, and the one standing opposite is your best friend Du Ningxiang. 】

Best friend?

Why does Ling Qingxuan feel like that girlfriend wants to kill her?

It's not good, it's a big deal to fight back.

[...] Can't the host not want to kill people? We are good young people!

Ling Qingxuan leisurely tidied up her clothes and looked at Du Ningxiang.

The girl was wearing a pink and pink dress and bright accessories on her head. Her appearance was relatively average, not outstanding. In modern times, it would be Xiaojiabiyu.

She is holding an inkstone in her hand, which is very precious, as if it was a treasure inkstone given to the original owner by the original owner's grandmother.

There's still a bit of ink in it, and it doesn't look too obvious.

Ling Qingxuan has not yet begun to accept the plot, and only has scattered memories, but this is nothing to her.

"Miss Du, my lady is not in good health. How can you be so hard? Fortunately, it was supported. What if you hit the pillar?"

The maid looked angry and complained directly to Du Ningxiang.

Du Ningxiang's eyes twitched slightly, and she said bluntly, "Isn't this not hit, and if An Ling hadn't been holding onto this inkstone just now, how could it have been accidentally pushed by me."

Ling Qingxuan buckled her words, "Accidental?"

The woman spoke, not as soft and weak as before, but sonorous and powerful.

Du Ningxiang frowned slightly, but agreed: "An Ling, you can't blame me, I really was careless."

Ling Qingxuan shifted her steps, stumbled on her foot, and quickly stabilized.

Who designed this skirt!

Why is it so long!

Almost embarrassed.

With a sullen face, she walked to Du Ningxiang without changing her face, and pushed her with Du Ningxiang's puzzled expression.

The force was very heavy, and Du Ningxiang sat directly on the ground. The ink on the inkstone was splashed on her body at once, and the delicate clothes instantly turned black.

Ling Qingxuan looked down at her condescendingly, "I was also not careful, my hand was not steady."

After all, under Du Ningxiang's stunned face, she said to the maid, "Sugarcane, pick up the inkstone and see off the guest."

The little girl twitched the corners of her mouth, "Miss, I'm Gan Zhi."

Helpless, Gan Zhi trotted over, reached out and took the inkstone from Du Ningxiang's arms, puffed up, "Miss Du, please."

The young lady used to be gentle and weak, how can she be so strong today, but she likes it so much!

Du Ningxiang gritted her teeth. After all, she was a girl who didn't go out very much. When she fell, her hips twitched and her buttocks twitched. Tears burst into her eyes.

And her newly customized clothes were ruined by ink, what the **** is An Ling doing!

"An Ling, in the past you gave me everything I asked for from you. Why is this inkstone? If you want to fight with me, I'll just take it back and have a look."

What happened to An Ling today, she Du Ningxiang took a lot of good things from the An family, and this inkstone was also seen to be of great value. She wanted to take it back, but An Ling suddenly did not want to.

"Zheng?" The woman seemed to hear some kind of joke, her eyes were so cold that the air cooled down, "This inkstone was originally mine, why talk about it, I want to see it, sugarcane, staring at Du here. Miss, let her see enough incense sticks."

"Miss, I'm Gan Zhi!"

Ling Qingxuan felt that the sugarcane was still eloquent, otherwise she would change her maid's name.

[Host, your aesthetics are really different. 】

That's right, I still think you're cute.

[Host, your aesthetics are normal! 】

"Eh?" Gan Zhi looked stunned, and asked her to stare at Du Ningxiang and see a stick of incense on the inkstone?

How wonderful is the lady!

It seemed that the young lady had been bullied a lot and finally fought back.

"Cough, Miss Du, come here, take a closer look."

The girl who was in a mess was so shocked that she didn't know what to say.

Du Ningxiang just watched Ling Qingxuan drift out of the main hall.

...

Ling Qingxuan walked out of the main hall, only to find that the An family's mansion is not small, and it takes a long time to go around the corridor.

All the family members who passed by bowed to her and saluted.

"Hello, miss."

She walked slowly, receiving the plot.

The original owner of this plane is a bit miserable. The moment Ling Qingxuan just arrived was the moment she died in the original plot.

An Ling, the eldest daughter of the landlord of the An family, has been in poor health since birth, so she usually doesn't go out much.

And her best friend is Du Ningxiang, the youngest daughter of the Du family, another middle-class family in Huozhong Village.

As a good best friend, Du Ningxiang always looks for the original main things. She is famous for taking it back and looking at it and putting it away. As a result, once she takes it, it will not be returned, so she cheated a lot of things from the original owner.

The inkstone she wanted this time was a gift from the original owner's deceased grandmother, so the original owner was unwilling to give it to her.

Not wanting Du Ningxiang to use her ruthless strength, the original owner was pushed to the side of the pillar and hit her head, so she went.

Ling Qingxuan came to her large garden and looked at the sky.

What a miserable girl.

The original owner died too casually.

Knowing the plot earlier, she should have pulled Du Ningxiang to the side of the pillar and pushed it over to let her experience the feeling of her head blooming.

[Cough cough. 】The host is as simple and cruel as ever.