Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 43 She's Flirting and Irresponsible 43
The face of the Lord God turned green and then turned red, pushed the way of heaven, and whispered in a bad tone: "What's the use of telling the little girl these things, people are in love with each other, one is willing to beat the other."

"Let me tell you, if you take advantage of Si's persuasion and don't bully her right now, that bastard will find out about it, and you will suffer."

What Tiandao wanted to say was stuck in his throat, his face flushed, and he roared in a rough voice: "Fact!"

The Lord God didn't bother to pay attention to him, rolled his eyes, turned his head and said with a smile.

"Yayan, we have lived for too long, we have long since forgotten any grudges or grievances."

"Nature cannot empathize with you."

There will be no real empathy in the world. The leaves growing on a tree are all different, let alone people.

Lingyan blinked her red eyes, which were a little swollen, and the tip of her nose was red.

"I, before Si Quan, raised a flower."

"You mean the one that was burned to death by you?" the Lord God asked.

Lingyan hummed lightly, her heart clenched: "It's Siquan, right?"

It was after the death of the general, she saw a dirty little white flower at the door of her boudoir, she picked it up and raised it.

just behind,

she……

Burn him to death.

Therefore, later in the small courtyard in the bamboo forest, when I saw the little white flower incarnate by Si Quan, I was moved with compassion and picked it up to raise it.

The main god, Shen Ning, thought for a while, and said seriously: "It is indeed him."

"Si Quan treats you like an endless entanglement. In the previous life, people turned into flowers when they died. After resurrecting you, they turned into little flowers to depend on you for fear of annoying you."

"Tsk, this kid has one set after another."

Lingyan couldn't help it, her eyes were red again, she rubbed and rubbed to wipe away the tears.

What kind of existence does Si Quan have in her heart?
It is the brightest moon in the sky, and it is the clean and gentle young man in fresh clothes and angry horse among the crowd.

It was the white light that she could not touch even when she stood on tiptoe.

The love that Si persuaded for her was heavy and strong.

She felt inferior at that time, and she was indeed afraid.

The boss deserves to be loved by better people.

At least, deserve someone better than her.

It took a lot of effort before he gritted his teeth and threw the person away.

What is this?
Si Quan stayed with her and loved him all the time, but she also burned him to death and dumped him.

Lingyan pursed her lips, tears were about to fall again.

It is grievance and regret.

The main god and Tiandao were confused.

Why is this girl crying so much? ! ! !
"Ayayan, don't cry."

"At that time, Si Quan thinks we are bullying you, then... that can't be done!"

Tiandao squatted on the ground and pulled weeds: "Cry if you want to. You suffered and suffered in the previous life, and Si Quan was with you. On the way, I, a bad old man, can accompany you."

Ayano cried even harder.

The Lord's head was buzzing with arrogance, and he kicked over directly, kicking Tiandao to the ground.

Her ears twitched, she hesitated for a while, and said, "Lingyan, Si Quan is here."

"If you feel sorry for Si Quan a little bit, then treat him better."

"It's not easy to persuade him."

"Finally, Yayan, the cycle of karma, the hatred of your previous life, sooner or later, will have results, no need to punish yourself too much."

After the main god finished speaking, he dragged the way of heaven, turned into a wisp of white smoke, and disappeared in front of his eyes.

Ayano touched her eyes.

There are no hurdles that cannot be overcome in the world, but people will struggle with themselves.

Lingyan closed her eyes and exhaled a foul breath.

When I opened my eyes again.

Returned to its original appearance.

Another gust of wind blew by my ears, and the male voice it brought was anxious and gentle.

"Aya smoke."

As soon as Lingyan turned around, He Lu's hot palm pinched her waist and was hugged into her arms.

(End of this chapter)