Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 729
"I was in a pack of wolves when I was a child, and then my master raised me."

He never told anyone about 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 heart-piercing pain, and the wordless silence behind the pain.

"Then do we count as sympathizing with each other?"

The young man stood beside him, hesitating for a long time, and reached out to rub Su Qing'an's head, like some kind of deep and silent comfort.

"Will be fine."

His world also has a lot of chaos, but he will not bring bitterness to her world.

For the first time, Su Qing'an felt the desire to confide in her, and she talked about many things in the past without beginning or end.

Cen Zhou seemed to know another her. This feeling was wonderful, because she saw the soft little animal shrunk in the shell through the shell.

He listened quietly and handed her a jug of wine.

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

Later, Su Qing'an's memories of the beginning of Yonglin's 33rd year were only the desolate cemetery, and Cen Zhou's solemn and firm promise.

Or, there are the messy dumplings he made, the ears that are slightly red because of cramping, the side face that swells up with the little goldfish when Xinqi looks at the little goldfish in the house, and the face that blush when she approaches Averted eyes.

He is soft, warm, and sincere.

Sometimes Su Qing'an would think, it's not bad to be like this all the time.

The one-year agreement between them is getting closer and closer. Winter comes early and goes early. Almost in March, the ice and snow start to melt, and the sunshine of early spring shines on Jian'an City ahead of schedule.

How many nights, love and desire entangled, inseparable.

When Su Qingan was exhausted, her eyes were red and tears flowed past the mole at the corner of her right eye.

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

Su Qingan looked up at him from the ground, her hair brushed against his knees, how many times would she see a scar behind his left ear.

Su Qing'an asked how he stayed.

At that time, Cen Zhou's voice was hoarse: "I used to fight, I didn't pay attention."

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

These three words were burned on the tip of his heart, like some kind of burning charcoal instrument of torture, very hot, trembling in the pain, so that Cen Zhou paused and was at a loss for a moment.

No one had ever asked him that.

He said truthfully: "It's been too long, I don't remember."

"People are not rocks, so they will definitely hurt." Su Qingan repeatedly rubbed the scar behind her ear, as if she had a special liking for it, her voice could not stop shaking.

Cen Zhou didn't speak anymore, sometimes she would bite his wrist if he got too hard.

At that time he said: "I will marry you, okay?"

Su Qing'an asked, "How do you want to marry me?"

The person on the body, every word.

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

It's like asking, but it doesn't mean to ask any questions 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.

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

"It's going to die."

"Not afraid."

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

Su Qing'an called those shady desires for monopoly, pathological methods, and day and night obsession.

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

Day by day, approaching April [-]th.

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

This day, Su Qingan was drinking Cen Zhou's wine and watching him dance sword in the courtyard.

Cen Zhou spoke many times, then stopped, too much hesitation, and finally just called her name dully.

"Su Qingan."

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

Su Qing'an smiled, approached him actively, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Good night."

Cen Zhou is to Su Qing'an.

Always be special.

Now Su Qing'an thought, it would be okay to change the way.

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

Health Pot has seen the dawn of the end of the mission!
"Don't boast, you can float." Su Qingan said lazily.

...

Today is April fifteenth.

The weather is fine and everything is clear.

When Su Mohuan came over, Cen Zhou was teaching Su Qing'an how to practice swords.

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

"Here we come." Su Qing'an looked at Su Mohuan intently with gentle eyes.

The sunshine couldn't hide the depression on his face.

This year hasn't passed yet, Su Mohuan can't laugh anymore.

This is a martial arts training ground, weapons abound, the sun of April hangs above the head, and the beautiful season is when the grass grows and the warblers fly.

"You guys are practicing swordsmanship, A 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 shone coldly in the sun, almost piercing through a person's heart.

Su Qing looked at her steadily, her eyes were strange: "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 boy's tone was cold: "No."

"Oh, you are so ruthless." Su Mohuan said something, angry and depressed, muttering that I should find someone to teach me.

She played with the bow and arrow strenuously and curiously, and with her little hands, she pulled the bow little by little with all her strength, and then without warning - aimed the arrow point at Su Qing'an!
The sun was glaring, blurring people's expressions.

The atmosphere seems to have changed from a certain moment.

Su Qingan didn't dodge or dodge, the April wind messed up her white hairband, looking at Su Mohuan's familiar eyebrows and eyes overlapped with the blood-flowing palace, two different memory fragments kept intertwining and overlapping, dreaming back to the previous year .

What disordered and forgotten images are quickly reappearing in front of my eyes!
A very strange and strange feeling suddenly set off in my heart.

Cen Zhou stood in front of Su Qing'an with no expression on his face, completely covering the people behind him, and did not let go of his sword.

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

She squinted her eyes, a little puzzled by the sudden uncontrollable reaction of her body.

Su Mohuan came to her senses: "What are you doing! I'll just try to see if this arrow works? Brother Cen Zhou, you don't think I'll hurt your sister, do you?"

Cen Zhou always cherishes words like gold 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 because the other party is Su Qing'an's sister: "A sword has no eyes, it can hurt people .”

Su Mohuan twitched her lips.

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

(End of this chapter)