Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

"pissed off?"

He shook his head, "How could I be mad at you because of this, I have dreamed that this is an oolong, and now my dream comes true... it's great."

Wen Xian thoughtfully said: "I don't know if it is my illusion, I found that your attitude towards me seems not as resistant as before."

Fu Yue: "..."

Not your illusion.

it is true.

Since knowing that he is the Dao of Heaven, Fu Yue's attitude towards Wenxian has become a little weird. From time to time, she looked at Wen Xian's face in a daze, as if she was looking at someone through him.

In fact, Fu Yue was curious.

What kind of **** is Tiandao, and how could she have a relationship with him.

In addition, they are not people in the small world. Fu Yue may have a tearful mentality of a fellow villager and a fellow villager, and she has an inexplicable sense of intimacy with Wen Xian.

Suddenly thinking of something, Fu Yue asked casually: "Where did you get those people in my harem?"

Seeing Wen Xian's face began to sink again, Fu Yue immediately gave him a shot of reassurance, almost swearing, "I'm just curious, and I don't mean anything else."

Wen Xian Fei's thin lips hooked.

"I let them go back where they came from."

Fu Yue nodded.

This is also a good way.

These are also young people in the Mood for Love. It would be a pity to die in the deep palace for a lifetime. Fu Yue was also thinking about finding a time to release these people. Before she had time to act, she would be usurped.

Fu Yue: Ha ha.

→_→

Wen Xian continued quietly: "Except for An Zixuan."

Fu Yue: "?"

Wen Xian: "I ordered him to be executed."

His tone was light and light, as simple as saying that he had crushed an ant.

Fu Yue was taken aback for a moment, and then gradually frowned, and her lips curled into an unknown curve. The corners of her mouth were slightly pressed down, with an obviously displeased expression.

Wen Xian's heart sank.

"What? Are you reluctant to let him die?"

Fu Yue shook her head. She glanced at Wen Xian inexplicably and said: "I have nothing to bear with him, I just regret that he died so easily."

Wen Xian stretched his brows.

Youyou said: "Don't worry, he will not die easily at all."

Fu Yue looked at the weird curvature of the corner of the beauty's mouth, feeling cold behind her back, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Wen Xian squeezed her face gently.

"Don't ask, this kind of thing is not suitable for you to know."

Fu Yue: "..."

This person seemed to treat her as a little white flower in the greenhouse.

Fu Yue hesitated, but swallowed the words.

Just die.

Anyway, this person is not a good thing.

...

This evening.

Wen Xian wanted to live in Chaoyang Palace, so Fu Yue naturally disagreed.

What a joke.

Are you going to join the wolf den?

Thus, such a weird scene appeared at the door of the bedroom of Chaoyang Palace.

Wen Xian: "I won't move you."

Fu Yue: "Haha."

Wen Xian: "I mean it."

Fu Yue: "Go away."

During this period, the way Fu Yue and Wen Xian get along is very strange. They seem to be the same as before, but they seem to have a layer of unclear ambiguity.

It's like the ambiguity on the eve of love.

The most charming when you are not in love.

In the end, Wen Xian didn't succeed in staying in Chaoyang Palace. He turned around one step at a time, and there was a bit of obvious sadness in the delicate dark eyes.