The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Xuanyuan Shangchen will care about her, protect him, and take care of her in every detail.

Even help her restore her appearance.

There was no trace of the knife being used on her face anymore.

Perfect as all natural.

Moreover, he never made any demands on himself, unlike Mrs. Ninth, who approached her purposefully.

Xuanyuan Shangchen is like a ray of light in Chu Jin's life, illuminating her direction.

He is mysterious, powerful, and can give himself everything he wants.

So, she has to hold him tightly.

No one can take him away.

Let no one threaten her position.

But the arrival of the magpie made her flustered and full of a sense of crisis.

This was the first time she saw other opposite sex beside Xuanyuan Shangchen.

It could be seen that the two had known each other for a long time, and she could catch a strange look in Ling Que's eyes.

Although Ling Que's facial features are mediocre, but his good temperament can make people's eyes shine.

The noble and elegant temperament of her body is exuded from the bones, from the inside to the outside.

That's why she couldn't wait to drive Ling Que away. However, it was obvious that she had underestimated her. This woman seemed gentle and gentle, but she actually had a scheming secret behind her smile.

I was too impatient.

The most important thing right now is to hold Xuanyuan Shangchen tightly.

Then use Xuanyuan Shangchen's hand to get rid of Chu Jin.

Only when Chu Jin completely disappears can she rest easy.

This time, she is no longer a substitute for anyone.

She must live a bright future.

"Thank you Brother Xuanyuan." Chu Jin took the candied fruit that Xuanyuan Shangchen handed over, and raised his eyes to express his thanks.

Xuanyuan Shangchen didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to rub her head, no expression could be seen in the eyes covered by the brim of the hat.

One black and one red figure stood in front of him.

A body like a jade tree.

A graceful girl.

The woman raised her head slightly, her beautiful eyes gleamed with tiny gleams, her side face was flawless, as delicate as a sculpture, her skin could be blown apart, her red clothes were like blood, and she was unparalleled in beauty.

It's like the old scene reappears.

Some stinging Ling Que's eyes.

The air is so thin that it is difficult to breathe.

She accompanied him to this day, but in his eyes, is she not as good as a substitute?

I hope this substitute is just a person who should be robbed in the eyes of Xuanyuan Shangchen.

"Xuanyuan," the corners of Ling Que's mouth raised a decent curve, his eyes were slightly closed, hiding the bitterness in his eyes, and his tone was as usual, "If it's okay, I'll go first."

Xuanyuan Shangchen nodded slightly, "Well, be careful on the road."

"I'll see you off." Chu Jin turned around and followed Ling Que's footsteps, with a shallow tone.

Ling Que did not refuse, and Chu Jin still followed her.

The two walked out of the gate of the villa together, "Let's send it here." Ling Que stopped and looked back at Chu Jin, her beautiful eyes were calm and peaceful, as if the two of them had never had any unpleasantness.

Under the pitch-black night, the fire-like red is extraordinarily eye-catching, like the flowers on the other side covering Huangquan Road.

At first glance, it looks a bit intrusive.

The breeze blew up, bringing endless chill.

Chu Jin looked directly into Ling Que's eyes, and said slowly, "Brother Xuanyuan is mine."

Can't wait for oath of occupancy.

This is a sign of lack of confidence.

And extremely insecure.

There was an undisguised sarcasm in Ling Que's eyes, he raised his eyes to look at the starless sky, and said thoughtfully, "At this point in time, it is indeed time to dream, you should do it yourself. As the words fell, she smiled faintly at Chu Jin, turned and left with graceful steps, her slender back image was like a blooming red lotus.

Chu Jin looked at her back, clenched her hands into fists, and her beautiful eyes were full of viciousness.

She will let Ling Que know that what she has now is not just a dream.

The lights in the villa were so bright that it couldn't warm people's hearts after all.

Xuanyuan Shangchen stood in the study room, raised his chin lightly, staring at a painting on the wall in a daze, his back view was a little off.

The painting depicts the back of a woman in red, with blue hair fluttering, with a bit of a cold feeling, the sword is pointing at the sand city, the sky is stained with blood, surrounded by white bones, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, in stark contrast to the red back .

Although he couldn't see the woman's appearance, he could imagine her alluring appearance just by looking at her graceful back.

The person in the painting is the back view.

The people in the house are also from the back.

Huagui Garden.

Branches on the moon.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that only the girl's even breathing could be heard.

There was a "squeak".

The door was slowly pushed open, and the cold moonlight shone on the bed through the window. Under the night, one could clearly see the bulge on the white bed sheet.

A slender and stern figure walked in from outside the door. His sharp and handsome features seemed to blend into one with the moonlight.

He was still wearing the clean and dust-free white shirt, and he walked to the bedside step by step and stopped. Looking at the girl's sleeping face, the corners of his mouth curled into a slight arc.

Lukewarm.

He has always been used to being cold and cold, and he rarely shows a smile. When he smiles now, it can melt the glacier and revive everything.

There is not much time left for him.

He had to pave the way back before the extremely cloudy night.

Why did fate arrange for them to meet and meet at this time?

Mo Zhixuan sighed softly, and after a while, stretched out his hand and made a pinch in the air, a light blue barrier instantly enveloped the entire room.

I am really sorry to all the little fairies who have supported Deyin in the past month.

In a few minutes it will be March.

Deyin's wish in March is: don't let the little fairies down, and insist on ten thousand changes.