The host of the female supporting role's counterattack must not be blackened

Chapter 788 The Abandoned Hut in the City of Despair 35
The smile that could warm thousands of feet of ice and snow finally became pale and weak. Hu Bing looked away in embarrassment, all kinds of emotions turned into heavy bitterness, and he breathed from the most secret place in his heart to his mouth, and he almost spit it out.

It's too embarrassing, he is like the most despicable clown, stealing other people's treasures with clumsy means, God probably doesn't want to see a person like him proud, so he loses nothing.

He deserved it, because he viciously hoped that his lover would have no good results.

People like him are indeed the most annoying.

Fortunately, the wicked have their own evil.

Fortunately, he is not bad, even his heart is rotten.

Hu Bing looked up at the top of his head, and suddenly laughed in a low voice, half lying on the bed and lazily straightening his clothes, his bearded face seemed a little more charming.

He raised his eyes to look at Yun Niannian, his eyes were full of pride, compared to the previous depression, he was reborn from Nirvana.

Yun Niannian looked at it and wanted to pull away.

Hu Bing grabbed Yun Niannian's hand, pulled her body hard and pressed her up, tapped her chin lightly with his fingers, raised the corners of his eyes and brows slightly, and said with a coquettish smile: "You are right, the slovenly honor It's really not likable, it's not an important issue, you don't have to say it."

Yun Niannian's eyelids twitched when she was bluffed.

The first second she was pinned down, she wanted to kick someone, but she found tragically that she couldn't move anymore.

This hatred value has been raised quite high, almost stepping on her new thunder point in this world, Yun Niannian's eyes are red again, and she has a ghostly look all over her body.

At some point, the white ceiling cracked with black ink as big as the bottom of the pot, and clusters of flowers bloomed like blooming, forming an antique black and white painting.

The hero is dead, and the world is over.

Yun Niannian's riot accelerated the collapse of the space. Hu Bing sighed secretly, patted Yun Niannian's forehead lightly, and said with a smile: "Little girl, be good, so that the master will love you."

"You always call me Sao Bao, so I just want to ask, what exactly did you do to me?"

"You say I'm annoying, I believe it. After all, you really wanted to kill me at the beginning, and then... you didn't show mercy when you beat me up. Although the master is not a good person, you are also a little heartless!"

Hu Bing put his hand into Yun Niannian's palm, and the more he spoke, the softer his voice became, until it was as light as a feather falling into the water, almost inaudible, like a sigh in the wind, passing through the ears without a trace.

"I just want to ask, where did I provoke you and make you...hate me so much..."

The familiar touch moved in the palm of her hand, Yun Niannian's pupils shrank sharply, she looked at Hu Bing in disbelief, stared for a long time before realizing it, her eyes were so red that she almost shed tears.

Hu Bing's body became transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the smile on his lips became more and more blurred. When Yun Niannian regained his strength and pulled back his hand suddenly, that hateful tooth was itchy and he wanted to beat him for three days and three nights. The bearded face was gone.

The lingering sound in the air was still playing back, but Yun Niannian couldn't find anyone to talk back to.

"You should continue to hate me..."

What a cruelty, it's not a show bag, what is it, who do you hate if you don't hate it?
Yun Niannian stared blankly at the white ball in her palm, the rich fragrance stimulated her nerves, and the familiar desire eroded her sanity, before she could make a move, the white ball turned into invisible flowing water and flying smoke, and all of them got into it. her palm.

Yun Niannian: ...

What exactly does this mean?
Jun Jiuyao, what have you done! !

At that time, it was you too, right?

The half-broken house stayed dilapidated in the time gap, dwelling in a certain fault as if abandoned by the whole world, until the cold electronic sound sounded, and it merged with the darkness in a suspended state.

Everything returned to nothingness, and the silence made people despair.

(End of this chapter)