After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Yan Song: "I have no choice?"

What is the choice?

Could this woman still want to cuck him?

Cao Zizhen stared at the song and half-tipped his teeth and gritted his teeth: "Don't you dare to hook up with another man, I'll kill that man in a single shot, and you'll hook up with me and I'll break down with a few."

In this remark, the vinegar was full of smell, and the words swayed at him obliquely, giggling: "Why don't you break me?"

"I can't bear it," Cao Ziyi said, "I've broken you. I'll go find you somewhere, but I'll break your leg."

He pinched his thigh: "At that time, I would break your leg and make you unable to hook up with others."

"You can rest assured that even if you break your leg, I will spoil you, protect you, and listen to everything. Whenever you want to go, I will take you where your leg is."

This man, as if immersed in the scene, his voice is tender and affectionate, looking at Yan Ge's eyes can drown.

The man who heard this short sentence was creepy and infiltrating.

Yan Ge didn't care much. She reached out and covered her lips and yawned, "Sleep."

Cao Zizhen couldn't sleep. Why was she so unresponsive that he confessed so affectionately?

He didn't see anything moving on her face.

Shaking his words, he asked, "What about you, what do you think?"

Yan Ge rolled his eyes at him: "You said so, what else can I think?"

Also, no matter what she thinks, she has no other thoughts in her life.

Cao Zizhen looked at the song that closed his eyes and slept. Although his heart was so comforting to him, he always had troubles, and he felt uncomfortable everywhere.

When Cao Zixi woke up again in the middle of the night, he was tied to the bed with a large font, and when he opened his eyes, he and Xiaoyi watched his words right.

Yange rides on Cao Ziyu's body, playing with a shiny dagger.

Probably pretty, her smile was really harmless, and even if she had a cold knife in her hand, she could not afford to be wary of her.

Cao Ziyi was not comfortable with this feeling of being tied up. While struggling with the rope on his hand without a trace, he asked with a smile, "Oh, what is this?"

Seeing her laziness, Cao Ziyi's heart was still a little strange at first sight.

But this novelty was not a moment, and the sword of the singer fell on his head.

Cao Zizheng is still laughing, and the laughter is getting more and more low. His peach eyes are flowing and looking at the words, "Can you kill me?"

Yange's back patted his cheek: "What do you say?"

Cao Ziyi's tongue licked his lips, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and a grievous interrogative song: "Is he willing to kill me?"

Yan Ge didn't speak, she pinched his hair, and as soon as the knife was cut, she cut off a bunch of hair above Cao Zi's head.

Cao Zixi was almost frightened to stop his heartbeat, and his brain was so cold that he had the illusion that his skin had been peeled off from the top of his head.

Although he was frightened, he was more curious: "Well, are you going to give me hair?"

Yange answered with a smile: "Yeah."

It turned out that it was just hair, and Cao Zixi was relieved.

But using a dagger to manage his hair, although it seemed very irritating, he was very insecure.

So he immediately suggested: "Well, I'll buy a hair-styling fader tomorrow to help me manage it. It's so late today, sleep well, or you will be sleepy tomorrow."

Song: "Close your eyes and don't talk."