The fake daughter can be salty or sweet

After class, Yang Zizi was nowhere to be found, which drove his brothers and Lun Shengshi crazy.

"You can tell me where Zizi is." Now the brothers felt that the biggest suspect was Gui Chaole, so they questioned her crazily.

Gui Chaole was irritated by the ghostly appearance of his brothers and shouted in a high voice: "Are you crazy? Yang Zizi is gone and you came to question me. How could I know?"

"Here, you hate Zizi the most. The God of War loves her, you hate her, we dote on her, you hate her. Let me tell you, if Zizi is in any danger, I will not let you go."

Yang Zizi began to regain consciousness, and her head was in severe pain.

She pressed her temples and sat up, looking at the unfamiliar scenes around her. A damp smell hit her nostrils.

It was pitch black and only shadows could be seen.

"you're awake!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came, and Mu Chenyi walked in with a candle in his hand, and the room was brightly lit.

He placed the candle on the candlestick and walked slowly towards her.

The horns on his head were clearly exposed.

Where is this?

She started to get nervous.

"This is where?"

"My home is the eighteenth level of hell." Mu Chenyi spoke slowly, but his eyes were doting.

What? Eighteenth level of hell, could it be that she died? She also reached the eighteenth level.

"Eighteen levels of hell?"

Mu Chenyi seemed to see her doubts and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you are not dead yet, you are still alive, but you will live here from now on, my future queen."

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can I, a human, be the master of the devil!" Yang Zizi pushed him away and tried hard to escape, but it was pitch black ahead and he couldn't see the way clearly. No exit.

Mu Chenyi didn't stop her, because no one could make him take out his palm except him.

"Mu Chenyi, you bastard, let me go quickly." Yang Zizi grabbed his collar angrily. It was absolutely impossible for her to live here for the rest of her life, absolutely impossible.

Mu Chenyi angrily dragged her down on the bed, held her down, and said harshly: "Yang Zizi, don't do whatever you want just because of my love for you. I tell you, if you are angry, My lord, I won’t be polite to you.”

"Mu Chenyi, you are so pathetic. Although you have powerful abilities, you use this method to imprison someone who doesn't love you at all. Don't you think it's ridiculous?" Yang Zizi suddenly laughed at him.

"No matter what the means, as long as you can be by my side, I dare to do anything." Mu Chenyi's eyes were bloodshot. In order to get her, it didn't matter what he imprisoned her.

"You are really hopeless!"

"Is it so difficult to be with me? I can give you everything you want!" His eyes were pleading, but he couldn't notice it himself.

At this moment, he felt so humble in front of the woman he loved.

"I don't want anything you give me. Can you let me go? Please!" Yang Zizi held his arm tightly. As long as he let her go, she would not pursue anything.

"How did you ask me to let you go? I loved you so much that I couldn't bear to die, but you didn't even look back." Every time he saw Yang Zizi turning a blind eye to him and being intimate with Lun Shengshi, his heart felt as if it had been hollowed out. It seemed to hurt, but she didn't care at all.