Chapter 729 Crazy criticizes the beauty for taking the villain’s script 59

"When I was a child, I was in a pack of wolves. Later, my master raised me."

He never told anyone this.

"So..." No wonder Xiao Hui is so close to him, no wonder he is always cold and silent.

It turned out that he had also been abandoned.

I have felt the heartbreaking pain, and the wordless silence behind the pain.

"Then we are in the same boat."

The young man stood nearby, hesitated for a long time, stretched out his hand and rubbed Su Qing'an's head, like some kind of low and silent comfort.

"It'll be fine."

There is also a lot of confusion in his world, but he will not bring bitterness into her world.

For the first time, Su Qing'an had the desire to talk, and she talked about many things in the past.

Cen Zhou seemed to have met another one of her. This feeling was very strange. It was like seeing through the shell the soft little animal huddled in the shell.

He listened quietly and handed her a bottle of wine.

"Su Qing'an." The young man's cold voice was blown away by the wind, but his solemn words remained forever, "I will not let you get hurt in the future."

Later, Su Qing'an's memory of the beginning of Yonglin's thirty-third year was only the desolate cemetery and Cen Zhou's solemn and firm promise.

Or, there were the messy dumplings he made, the slightly reddened ears because of the embarrassment, the side face that swelled with the little goldfish when he looked at the little goldfish in the house, and the fact that he would blush because she was close.

Avoiding eyes.

He is soft, warm and sincere.

Sometimes Su Qing'an would think that it would be good to always be like this.

Their one-year appointment was getting closer and closer. Winter came early and left earlier. In almost March, the ice and snow began to melt, and the early spring sunshine shone on Jian'an City ahead of schedule.

How many nights have we been entangled in love and desire, making it difficult to separate.

When Su Qing'an was exhausted, her eyes were red, with tears flowing down the mole on the corner of her right eye.

At this time, Cen Zhou was always silent, fierce and unscrupulous.

Su Qing'an looked up at him from the ground, her hair brushing his knees. How many times would she see a scar behind his left ear.

Su Qingan asked him how he stayed.

At that time, Cen Zhou's voice was hoarse: "I didn't pay attention when we were fighting before."

Su Qingan kissed the scar behind his ear, the temperature was hot, and asked vaguely: "Does it hurt?"

These three words were burned into the apex of his heart, like some kind of charcoal torture instrument. They were very hot, and he shivered a little in the pain, which made Cen Zhou pause and bewilderment for a moment.

No one has ever asked him that.

He told the truth: "It's been too long, I don't remember."

"People are not stones, it will definitely hurt." Su Qing'an repeatedly rubbed the scar behind her ear, as if she had a soft spot for it, and her voice couldn't stop trembling.

Cen Zhou didn't say anything anymore. Sometimes if he got too harsh, she would bite his wrist.

At that time he said: "Can I marry you?"

Su Qingan asked: "How do you want to marry me?"

The person on the body, every word.

In Su Qing'an's stunned eyes, those eyes were filled with dark flames: "I will protect you and keep you safe for the rest of your life."

It's like asking, but in fact it doesn't mean any questioning at all. It's already an absolute statement.

No matter what her answer was, there was only one answer for him.

Whatever she wants, he gives her.

Su Qing'an was silent for a long time, her voice was broken and she spoke intermittently.

"He'll die."

"Not afraid."

So she smiled: "I love you so much."

Those shady desires for exclusivity, pathological methods, and obsessive obsession day and night were called love by Su Qingan.

His ears turned red, his movements became more ruthless, cold, and silent.

Day by day, it’s approaching April 16th.

He left without hesitation in his last life, but Su Qing'an didn't know his choice in this life.

That day, Su Qingan drank from Cen Zhou and watched him dance his sword in the courtyard.

Cen Zhou opened his mouth and stopped many times. There were too many hesitations before he could speak, and in the end he just called her name muffled.

"Su Qing'an."

His breath fell on her ear. After all, he was not good at words and just wanted to prove it with actions.

Su Qing'an smiled, took the initiative to approach him, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Good night."

Cen Zhou's relationship with Su Qing'an.

Always a special existence.

Now Su Qing'an thought that it wouldn't be a bad idea to change the method.

"The blackening value is 30." Qi Lou, who had not spoken for a long time, smiled happily and said to Su Qing'an happily, "It's almost over! You are the most powerful host I have ever seen!"

The health pot has seen the light of the end of its mission!

"Don't brag, you can float." Su Qing'an said lazily.

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Today is April 15th.

The weather is very good and everything is clear.

When Su Mohuan came over, Cen Zhou was teaching Su Qingan how to practice swordsmanship.

She watched from a distance, then ran over, her voice less crisp than before: "Sister! Brother Cen Zhou!"

"Here we come." Su Qing'an's eyebrows were gentle and she looked at Su Mohuan intently.

The bright sunshine cannot hide the depression on his face.

This year has not passed yet, and Su Mohuan can no longer laugh.

This is a martial arts training ground, with weapons everywhere, the April sun hanging overhead, and the beautiful season when the grass grows and orioles fly.

"You are practicing swordsmanship. Ah Huan also wants to learn." Su Mohuan is used to biting her little finger when speaking, "But I don't want to learn this, sister, I want to learn this -"

She turned her eyes around, picked up the iron arrow next to her, and waved to Su Qing'an!

The cold arrow shines with a cold light in the sun, and can almost penetrate a person's heart.

Su Qing looked at her steadily, with strange eyes: "Are you interested in archery?"

"Yes, but I'm not very good at it. Brother Cen Zhou, I heard that you are very good at archery. Can you teach me?"

The young man said in a cold tone: "No."

"Oh, you are so heartless." Su Mohuan said, feeling angry and sullen, muttering that I should find someone else to teach me.

She played with the bow and arrow laboriously and curiously, using her little hands to pull the bow open little by little, and then without warning - pointed the tip of the arrow at Su Qing'an!

The sun was dazzling, blurring people's expressions.

The atmosphere seemed to have changed in an instant.

Su Qingan did not dodge, the April wind ruffled her white hairband, looking at Su Mohuan's familiar eyebrows, overlapping with the bloody palace, two different memory fragments kept intertwining and overlapping, dreaming back to the previous year.

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Something was wrong, and the forgotten scene quickly reappeared before my eyes!

A very strange and unfamiliar feeling suddenly arose in my heart.

Cen Zhou stood in front of Su Qing'an expressionlessly, completely covering the person behind him, and did not let go of his sword hand.

Su Qing'an stared at the young man's thin back, which was very familiar in his memory.

She narrowed her eyes, a little confused by her body's sudden uncontrollable reaction.

Su Mohuan reacted: "What are you doing! I'm just going to try this arrow to see if it works? Brother Cenzhou, you don't think I will hurt my sister, do you?"

Cen Zhou always cherished his words to outsiders, and he did the same to Su Qing'an at the beginning. His tone was low. Even now, he didn't get any close to her because she was Su Qing'an's sister: "The sword has no eyes and can hurt people."

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Su Mohuan curled her lips.

If her sister is not here, can she go back to the past...
Chapter completed!