Fast time travel: the sick villain pretends to be kind

in the palace.

Yi Ci waved away all the people in the bedroom, and walked into the inner hall on his own. The inner hall was empty, and precious and rare wood was forged into rare utensils in the world. Rare and rare treasures were placed in the hall. If one was released, it would be enough to trigger The competition and pursuit of the world.

From the corner of her eyes, Yi Ci cast a glance at the man who was following her obliquely behind her. His appearance was exquisitely green, his temperament was noble and indifferent, like bamboo or cedar, and the tattered clothes on him made him look even more beautiful. Like a worldly person.

Yici tsk tsk in her heart, insinuating that he is sanctimonious.

"I heard that Mr. Song is a great talent. Why did you want to enter my harem and ruin your talent?" Yici sat on the soft couch, raised the corners of his eyes, and raised his voice lazily, as if to question, "Could it be possible, Song?" Is the young master a person who has no long-term ambitions and is a person who is in the position of power?"

Song Qianjue was not ashamed, but just took a step forward, lowered his body, and then lowered himself until he half-kneeled in front of Yici, raised his head, and his phoenix eyes were shining and pure, as if—all the filth in the world Can't get into his eyes.

Yici paused, and lightly raised her plain hand.

"I remember, I want you not to do evil."

The sound is very light.

There was no expression on his face.

The tone of the statement contained displeasure.

"It's all about survival." Song Qianjue raised his head, his dark and pure eyes were like puppies, as if he had bet all his trust on his master, "Besides, I didn't do those things, I am Song Qianjue, A beggar favored by His Majesty."

"yes."

There was no emotion in Yici's voice.

"Why are you coming back?"

Yici did not delve into the so-called evil. When Yuan Huaili was still alive, he secretly did many things that disturbed the world. country.

On the surface, he pretended to be a noble son of Qingfengjiyue.

Crazy and silly.

He deserved to be hacked to death by the Dao of Heaven.

Yi Ci looked at Song Qianjue carefully, and thought to himself: They are really pretending to be exactly the same.

She thought that she would never see him again in this world.

She was really annoyed by the system's words. She didn't exist for the sake of the little guardian, which was why she insisted on staying even though she knew that the world was difficult, and even got nothing after staying.

Yici picked Song Qianjue's chin with her fingers, her eyes sparkling, "When will you die?"

"Your Highness doesn't want me to serve you?"

Song Qianjue clenched his fist with his right hand and placed it on his left chest. His dark eyes reflected light like glass, as if the person in front of him gave him all the light.

"How did my brother treat you?"

Yi Ci heard from Si Qiao that her brother beat up the little protector and threw him into the small world, but she didn't expect that the little protector risked a clone and returned to this world.

but--

Yici's eyes were slightly cold, the little protector's adventurous avatar was also coming back, what was he planning, or, he wanted to use her to break her brother down?
"It's just a sparring session." Song Qianjue said in an aggrieved tone, "I'm not good at martial arts..."

Yi Ci: "..."

This is not a problem of poor martial arts, but how can a monster with a hundred years of cultivation be able to defeat the Demon Lord who has ruled the demon world for more than ten thousand years?
There is absolutely no comparison.

Song Qianjue raised his eyes, the disgust in Yici's eyes was nakedly exposed, without a trace of concealment.

"..."

He was forced to strip by his body, and he came to this world just to listen to her words.

Ontological obsession is too heavy.

Bo Yun is treacherous, and the imperial power is ups and downs.

"My son has been wronged this time. My concubine specially sent someone to deliver some supplements to calm you down." Luoyue, the palace maid next to Yuan Linglong, smiled generously, with a dozen or so big mahogany boxes behind her, "My family The concubine said that it is wrong for His Majesty to humiliate the prince for the sake of two untouchable women, and she will advise her well so that His Majesty will not lose your closeness with you."

Wu Mingcheng opened his mouth. His mother often said that he was weak, and he really felt this way now.

He always felt that something was wrong with Luoyue, but he didn't know what was wrong with her.

Inexplicably, he thought of that aggressive woman scolding him—shabi.