my villain is too cute

Chapter 734 The Master of No Thought (40)

Qing Ping pursed his lips, but he really didn't expect this person to be so heartless.

She returned to the courtyard of Jue Sha Valley, and reported to Wu Cen what happened just now in every detail.

Wu Cen held a bright red flower in his hand, his exposed hand was very old.

The eyes under the cloak narrowed dangerously.

"So, she doesn't want to recognize Sha Gu anymore?"

Qingping lowered his head, not daring to answer.

Wu Cen sneered, crushing the flowers in his hand, "Since this is the case, there is no need to save the life of a traitor."

Wu Cen is a man who is possessive and possessive.

When I was young, it was my own temperament that didn't allow others to take a second look.

If you don't want it, no one else can.

If you escape from yourself, if you regret it, you can give it another chance, otherwise you will have to ruin it.

Qingping suppressed his fear, lowered his head and dared not speak.

Wu Cen dropped the flowers in his hand, got up and walked into the house.

Qingping looked at the rotten flowers on the ground, and something flashed in his mind, "Guzhu..."

As soon as she yelled out, she regretted it in her heart.

If it is true, then it is the reverse scale of the valley owner.

Wu Cen turned around, "What's the matter?"

Qingping's back was dripping with cold sweat, and he said bravely, "Master Gu, I saw a young master at Han Jin's place, very similar to...very similar to..."

"like what?"

"Like a lady."

Qingping knelt down under the pressure of fear in his heart, and closed his eyes tightly.

The entire courtyard was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard, which was so depressing that one's heart trembled.

Unlike what Qingping imagined, Wu Cen seemed very calm.

"Who do you think you look like?"

Qingping: "Like Miss..."

It was quiet for several seconds, until Wu Cen turned around and sat down on the stone bench again.

She put one hand on the table and tapped it lightly, as if thinking about something.

No one spoke after that.
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After the lunch break, the afternoon contest began.

The second uncle of the Qianhu Wei family was the first to stand on stage to defend the ring, and they were among the top martial artists in the Jianghu.

The fight between the two on the ring was in full swing, and everyone in the audience looked nervous and excited.

For fear of being bored, everyone has already started placing bets.

Yu Lao touched his white beard, "Little friend, do you think I want to play with it?"

Han Jin: "Go if you want."

"What do you do if you lose?"

"..."

Old Yu curled his lips, this little girl is good in everything, but she is too cold and talks too little.

If you ignore her, she's almost dumb.

Mr. Yu looked at the situation on the stage, "I will bet on the one you say will win, and I will win fifty-five cents at that time."

Han Jin glanced at the platform, "Qianhu Webster."

"What?"

"I taught Second Uncle's martial arts."

"..."

Mr. Yu looked at it carefully for a while, and it was true.

This Webster was teasing and playing with the opposite party, as if he was experimenting with something.

Yu Lao blinked his eyes, put his sleeves in his hands, and went to the place where he bet.

Han Jin propped her forehead with one hand, and continued to look at the ground. In the next second, her eyes froze.

A group of people in black fell to the open space ahead.

The leader was a slender man, dressed in black, with a white mask on his face, exposing a delicate jaw and tender red lips.

Just one figure, people can't take their eyes off.

"who!"

Qi Zhong came to his senses, stood up, and looked at the approaching person warily.

The two people who were competing in the arena stopped, and everyone looked at the masked man.

The team came to the middle, except for the leader, everyone else clasped their hands together.

You Lian stepped forward, "Please forgive me for taking the liberty to visit, but the leader didn't invite us, does he look down on our Wu Nian Cult?"

You Lian smiled, seemingly joking, but actually exerting pressure.

(End of this chapter)