Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

"After so many years of stability, have you forgotten the blood and deep hatred on your body? Are you worthy of the old master who has passed away?"

Wen Xian glanced at him lightly.

Nothing was said.

The man in black crouched and knelt down slowly, "Lord, you have the blood of the Wen family, the old thief of the Ji family usurped the throne, you must remember that in front of the old master, you made an oath to blood The enemy of the blade!"

"Now that Ji's old thief is dead, her daughter Ji Lan will naturally bear this debt."

When the man in black mentioned the word Ji Lan, Wen Xian's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Even if it's just a name.

Wen Xian could clearly feel that his heartbeat was so fierce that he missed a beat, and his heart was filled with dense pain.

Ji Lan.

The man in black continued: "Lord, we have been planning secretly for so many years. Now as long as you give an order, we and the dog emperor can still fight, and at least 50% sure to win."

Only then did Wen Xian gain some popularity on his face, and it was a bit fresher. He frowned and said almost word by word, "Don't act rashly."

The black man's old eyes stared straight at Wenxian, and suddenly, he let out a series of weird hoarse smiles.

"Master, the old slave never thought that you would be so tempted by the enemy's daughter that you want to give up our big plan for so many years?"

"It's a complete failure, a complete failure!"

The laughter of the man in black was bleak and crazy.

Wen Xian closed his eyes and slightly opened his lips: "You go."

The man in black’s laughter gradually stopped, and an unidentified look flashed across his eyes, "Lord, please think about it, the old slave has retired first... The people in the Ji family are not good things. It’s too deep."

His words really care about Wenxian.

The people of the Ji family are famous for being unkind.

When the man in black was gone, Wen Xian bent down in pain, covered his chest with his slender and white hands, and his blood-colored lips trembled, and the corners of his lips gradually overflowed with blood.

Is it unkind?

He already knew.

But what can he do if he knows it, if he can control his emotions, will he still fall to where he is today?

...

Since the first time I saw her.

He knew it.

He wanted to ruin her and take possession of her.

Let her stay with him for the rest of her life.

With such a turbulent dark desire, the devil in my heart screamed hoarsely, and couldn't ignore it.

What blood and blood, what mission.

He doesn't care about anything.

He just wanted to possess her for the rest of his life.

……All the tolerant things that I said before are all nonsense.

She laughed at others.

He was going crazy with jealousy.

How strong is the possessiveness towards her?

Lian rain slapped her.

He is jealous.

...

Wen Xian had previously complained about why she was Ji Lan, why it was Ji Lan, and that person's daughter.

Now he was thinking.

Why does he smell the strings?

I have never hated the blood flowing in my bones so much.

The man's long satin-like hair was draped over his back, his fingertips covered his lips, and bright red blood leaked from his fingers.

Wen Xian's eyes were in a trance.

He even thought.

It would be good if he died like this.

Suddenly, there was a familiar sound of footsteps outside the cell. It was not hurried nor slow, and very regular. Listening carefully, the frequency of each step is almost the same.

Wen Xian reluctantly raised his eyes.

He smiled faintly and said: "Ji Lan."