Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 571 Abnormal (Extra 8)

In the haze of consciousness, I saw those cold and ruthless purple eyes,

Looking down from a high place, as if looking at a dead person, there is no wave,

"How many times do I have to say no before you understand?"

He stood leaning over, his beauty was picturesque, like the brilliance of heaven and earth, he was so noble that he didn't dare to be stained in the slightest.

His black hair fluttered slightly, he was like ice in the abyss, pure and bitingly cold,

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you."

He still has a gentle smile, gentle and courteous.

It's like a mask printed on your face, you can't take it away, you can't take it off,

Easily fooled everyone.

My eyes are bloodshot with pain,

The oppression of the body seemed to explode to the extreme in an instant.

It seems that the flesh and blood of the whole body are being torn apart,

Bit by bit, the tendons are broken.

at that moment,
I started to really have -- the feeling of death.

"Nine Songs—"

The pretty girl in the red dress ran over.

The voice is like heaven, charming and tactful.

The moment I thought I was going to die,

The pressure on his body suddenly disappeared.

I fell heavily to the ground, looking like a maggot that was about to be torn apart.

His whole body was in severe pain and he had no strength, so he could only squirm in pain, but he couldn't even utter a sound.

Sweating profusely, looking pale,
My embarrassment was completely seen by her.

"Who is she?"

the woman asked suspiciously.

"It's just a fox demon who strayed in by mistake." The stunning young master smiled softly, blocking her sight without any trace.

That layer of mask warm as the spring breeze, paired with the stunning and beautiful white clothes,

Always be able to deal with some things with ease, without being known.

Seeing that she was still looking out curiously,
He embraced her waist with a natural expression, changed the subject,
"Have you finished copying the precepts?"

As soon as the woman's face collapsed, her attention was immediately shifted to him.
Leaning softly in his arms, took his beautiful hand,

"There are too many precepts, I will take a rest and copy them later."

"But you haven't had enough time to copy a stick of incense." He shook his head helplessly.

The clear and warm purple eyes reflected her face, as if looking at her own child,
Never mind, always indulge.

"." She touched her nose guilty, knowing she was wrong,
"Okay, I'll take a break and copy."

She made a gesture of reassurance.

As she walked, the bell on her ankle made a crisp sound,

In the peach grove with a quiet posthumous title, it is particularly beautiful.

The two left each other without looking back, the people on the ground were in a mess.

I stared at that woman's face, the monstrous hatred and unwillingness almost swallowed all my sanity.

All obsessions are like a net, constantly tightening, suppressing my emotions.

Holding my last breath, I exhausted my strength and got up.

The hateful gaze was like a sharp weapon, wishing to slash that woman's face.

Oh no, it's not scratched, but
To cut it off and stick it on my face.

I know - what the young master loves is just that face.

As long as I have that face, the young master will treat me like this,

So, I want to have that kind of face.

As long as I have it, the son is mine.

I showed a determined smile, like a winner.

I know,
The son should be mine, forever and ever. It should be mine.

—The end of the small world—

(End of this chapter)