"Where are you going to take me?" Bei Ling hid in his arms and asked angrily.
"Devil's Palace."
"Demon Palace? Are you from the Demon Realm?"
"Well, I'll take you to see my world." Yao Qianzhu smiled at Beiling, extremely evil.
"No, let me down." Beiling lost her temper.
Hearing this answer, Yao Qianzhu felt a little disappointed even though he knew it was the answer. However, it was expected, wasn't it? The next second he raised his evil smile again: "You've always wanted to know about me, haven't you?
Have you always wanted to get to know me, why don't you want to go?"
"I..." Beiling was silent.
Why? Why do you want to get to know him, but now you don’t dare? Are you afraid, are you worried? He is so powerful, but you are comparable to an ant. Oh, it turns out, Mu Beiling, you yourself have
When you feel inferior.
"It's not the right time yet, one day I will go, and I will go alone!" Beiling said firmly, with fighting spirit in her eyes.
"Okay, I believe you." Yao Qianzhu flew down from high altitude and landed in the courtyard of Beiling, the palace of Mu Chen. He put his hand on her body and released her restraints. "Hurry up, give me a little more time.
I will deal with those old men and then take you as my queen."
"That's not necessary." Bei Ling refused and waved her hand towards him, "I believe you will do it for the last time. Don't let me down." She could never be cruel to him.
Who said this? In this world, there is always someone who can break your principles, change your habits, and become your exception.
Yao Qianzhu is her exception.
Yao Qianzhu, what should I do with you? Bei Ling sighed, turned around and wanted to go back to the house, but was hugged by Yao Qianzhu with quick eyes and hands.
Yao Qianzhu put his head on Bei Ling's head, hugged her with both hands, and whispered in her ear: "Ling'er, remember, you should be hugged tightly. If the wind blows, I will bear it."
"Good night."
After saying that, a breeze blew by, and Yao Qianzhu went away with it. However, the real and warm voice echoing in the ears confirmed that everything just now was not a dream, but a fact...
Fact, what a beautiful word.
You should be hugged tightly, I will bear the wind.
Can I believe you? Yao Qianzhu...
Beiling looked at the sky with blurred eyes, so sour...
...
I don’t know what happened to the princess and the prince at that Lotus Festival. Anyway, the Duchen Palace has been enveloped by a low pressure for a period of time. Everyone has a kind of calm before the storm, and it seems that some conspiracy is brewing.
Among them, all the servants of the palace, big and small, were doing their jobs very carefully, fearing that if they made a mistake, they would be beaten severely.
Of course Beiling doesn't care about this. She has always been indifferent to this kind of thing. After all, it has nothing to do with her.
...
Twenty-first century, United States.
On top of the soft Simmons, thousands of enchanting bodies were twisting under the brocade quilt. The woman reluctantly opened her eyes. The early morning sunlight slanted in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, hitting the soft Simmons.
superior.
The woman stretched out her jade arms, spread her fingers to block the slightly dazzling sunlight, and muttered in confusion: "Huh? It's morning so soon? Well..."
Oh, that's right, after all, it was already early morning when I came back.
The woman closed her eyes and recalled her schedule last night. Assignment 1 connected three assassination missions, and the time was at midnight, and the locations were still very different. Well, in this way, she completed all the missions and then went to the bathroom.
After taking a bath, it was already three or four o'clock in the morning. Well, that's right, it's midsummer now, and the sun comes out relatively early.
But, I’m so sleepy.
The woman's hand flicked the remote control somewhere, and the originally open curtains closed automatically.
Inside, there was darkness again.
Well, I can finally go back to sleep...
…
U.S. time: 3:40 p.m.
The dark interior was illuminated by a crystal chandelier at some point.
The woman opened her eyes, glanced around the room in confusion and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside: "Oh, it's past three in the afternoon, it's time to get up again." The woman murmured, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
.
The voluptuous body was only wearing a pair of milky white silk suspender pajamas. Because she had just gotten up, the pajamas she wore were a little different. A strap slid to her shoulders, revealing a large area of ​​fair and smooth skin, which was just right for spring. She was 1.7 meters tall.
Zero was tall and slender, with burgundy curly hair draped over her shoulders, covering up a lot of the spring sunshine on her back. She had deep tiredness on her face, yawned lazily, and walked to the dining table.
After pouring myself a glass of water, I felt somewhat sober.
Well, it's time to start the nightlife again, I'm really busy.
Five o'clock in the afternoon, Times Square, New York.
A black Lamborghini parked casually in front of a cafe called "intheafternoon". The door was slowly opened, and a woman wearing a black chiffon low-cut skirt and a pair of black sunglasses stepped on
The five-centimeter high heels got out of the car.
She casually glanced at the men around her who had been staring at her with malicious intentions, raised a sneer on her lips, and entered "in the afternoon" on high heels.
As soon as she entered the coffee shop, she searched for familiar figures in the store like an eagle. It was already past five in the afternoon, and many people came here to take a nap after get off work and drink a cup of coffee to get rid of the fatigue after a day's work. So, In other words, there are quite a lot of people in the cafe now.
After looking around, she fixed her sights on a window seat not far away, hooked her lips, and walked towards that location without saying a word.
"Why are you looking for me in such a hurry?" Standing in front of the man, the woman straightened her fluffy wavy hair and sat down opposite him.
As soon as she sat down, a man in waiter's clothes came over and asked in a friendly manner with a standard smile: "excuse me, what would you like?"
"A cup tte and a piece of tiramisu, thanks." After reporting what she wanted, she closed the menu and nodded politely to the waiter.
"Okay, please wait a moment." After the waiter remembered what she needed, she replied in a formulaic manner, nodded to them and left.
The man opposite smiled softly and took a sip of freshly ground coffee: "After all these years, your sweet tooth has not changed much, Ling'er."
Beiling smiled: "You're not here to discuss my habits with me, are you, Yingfeng?"
"If I said that I just wanted to treat you to a cup of afternoon tea, would you believe it?" Yingfeng's lips had the same smile that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Chapter completed!