When the story is told in three worlds, the worlds merge

Jiang Zhao shook his finger and blinked. "No, no, not to mention that you are not the kind of person who would voluntarily give up the Jiang family's inheritance rights. Even if you are willing to give it up, Grandpa will not agree."

Jiang Zhao, "I just want you to...have to give up, and make the Jiang family have to choose me."

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Beiwang looked at her steadily, "So, you want to get rid of me without anyone knowing."

"Correct."

"That's not right either."

"I won't kill you."

Won't do it myself.

So in the original plot, it was Ding Shengsheng's hand.

Mrs. Jiang and others must have investigated everywhere and tried their best, but they could only find Mr. Ding.

Mrs. Jiang was unwilling to let the mastermind behind her son's murder go unpunished, so she would rather exchange one life for another and die with her.

Jiang Zhao clapped his hands and said something with a hidden meaning, "Only if you trust me can I have this opportunity. In this way, others will not doubt me."

Jiang Beiwang suppressed his rising and falling heartbeat, "Since you have already made a plan, why are you showing it to me now?"

Jiang Zhao leaned close to him, listened to his rapid heartbeat, and tapped his thin lips with satisfaction, "Well, now I want to give up this plan."

Jiang Beiwang's heart started beating violently.

He stared at her, unable to utter a word for a moment.

Jiang Zhao chuckled, "Why do you think I should give up?"

Jiang Beiwang's voice was a little hoarse, "Why?"

Jiang Zhao smiled, his eyes full of seriousness and love, "Because, I like you."

Seeing Jiang Beiwang seemed to be in a daze, Jiang Zhao supported his chin and blinked.

"So, do you want to stay with me?"

She looked at her with a smile on her face, her eyes shining like little stars, which made her very lovely.

Jiang Beiwang kept looking at it and became lost in thought.

Jiang Zhao found it amusing to see him looking confused.

However, when Jiang Beiwang heard her say that she wanted to murder him, he felt nothing but surprise...

He doesn't seem to have much mood swings.

he……

With him like this, can the system really find out anything?

Jiang Beiwang was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses. He stared at Jiang Zhao for a long time and said in a hoarse voice, "No."

"Why?" Jiang Zhao looked puzzled. "You like me, and I like you too, why do you reject me?"

Jiang Beiwang rubbed his forehead, lowered his eyes slightly, avoiding Jiang Zhao's sight. Even though he had said it countless times, he could only say this, "We are..."

Brother.

sister.

Jiang Zhao curled his lips. It was obvious that he was suppressing the inappropriate thoughts in his heart. However, she couldn't understand why Jiang Beiwang, who had surpassed Jiang's father to become the second in command after Jiang's grandfather, couldn't find out that Jiang Zhao was not his biological sister.

Jiang Zhao said unhappily, "You've said this hundreds and thousands of times. Do you have any other excuse besides this?"

Jiang Bei looked at her without saying anything.

Jiang Zhao snorted, "Jiang Beiwang, you are so confident, so powerful, and you have surpassed the moral bottom line. What's wrong with being with me? With you here and the Jiang family here, others dare not talk about us."

No, I don’t dare to talk about them to their faces.

This discussion is still a conference discussion.

They will also be considered morally corrupt.

Jiang Beiwang remained firm, "No."

Jiang Zhao snorted angrily, "I've told you so much, almost split my heart open, but you still won't agree?"

Jiang Beiwang pursed his lips.

Jiang Zhao sighed: No way... His mood swings were not big enough, which seemed to prove that her character collapse did not cause any "qualitative change", so it could not affect the world consciousness.

Well, can the system still find out something?

She frowned slightly.

How can I make him completely lose control of his emotions?

She told him clearly that Jiang Zhao wanted to kill him, and her character had collapsed. Before Jiang Beiwang died, she was a good girl, gentle and virtuous, and loved him deeply.

Now, she said she wanted to kill him...

I thought Jiang Beiwang would at least be unable to accept such a stark contrast, and would at least curse and lose control of his emotions...

but……

not at all.

He accepted it calmly, as if he didn't care about his life.

Jiang Zhao glanced at him, a magical man.

Jiang Zhao thought for a while, squeezed into his arms, ignored his shocked look, and asked directly, "I want to sleep with you."

Jiang Beiwang's pupils indeed trembled.

Jiang Zhao: It seems like he’s in love.

She smiled and said, "Let's go ahead. This time, I won't bother you anymore. How about that? Once, I'll take care of you for the rest of your life."

Jiang Beiwang pushed her away and stood up. His fingers were slightly curled and his eyes were fluctuating.

After a while, "Don't bother me?"

"Yeah." Jiang Zhao nodded.

Maybe she won't have to follow the plot in the future, so naturally there's no need to bother with it anymore. She has to discuss with the system what to do next and how to save the world.

Jiang Beiwang gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you ready to change your target?"

Hearing the uneasiness in his voice, Jiang Zhao stared at him seriously, "No? Anyway, you don't want to have a relationship with me."

Jiang Beiwang's eyes flashed with anger, "Who do you want to harass?"

Jiang Zhao snorted and said unhappily, "Why should I tell you? Are we related?"

Jiang Beiwang was dissatisfied.

Jiang Zhao rolled his eyes and said, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

Jiang Beiwang wanted to refuse immediately, but what flashed through his mind was her words that she was going to bother others.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't indulge yourself."

If you can't get him, find someone you don't like...

Jiang Zhao, "Why am I so self-indulgent? I can find a man who likes me, is willing to be with me, and get married later. Isn't that good?"

"You don't like me anyway, so now that I've found someone I like, you can rest assured. After all, no one will bother you anymore."

Jiang Beiwang endured it again and again, "No."

Jiang Zhao slapped him in the face. "No, no, no, no, is that all you can say?"

Suddenly, she snorted with a smile, "I think you can do it."

"How about we feel it again?"

Jiang Beiwang stared at her, his eyes deep and filled with a subtle forbearance.

"Jiang Zhao, no."

Jiang Zhao opened his mouth and was about to say something...

"Host!"

Jiang Zhao:!

"System, you want to scare me to death!"

Jiang Zhao pushed Jiang Beiwang away, his back filled with anger, "I don't want to talk to you now, stay away from me."

Now she's going to talk to the system!

"System, did you notice anything unusual?"

The system said in embarrassment, "No, host, it seems that your method of destroying the character is useless. Moreover, I am afraid... if we collapse too much, the plot will be like a flood. Even if we know that it is coming with great force and ill intentions, we will not be able to stop it."

If the collapse of a character really causes the world to collapse, but this collapse does not show up, but instead accumulates in some unknown corner to cause a qualitative change...

That would be a real disaster.

Jiang Zhao, "If we have to think about this and that before doing anything, and are restricted in what we do, then we might as well just lie down and wait for the end of the world to come, and be buried with it in peace."

The system is useless. There are no good ideas. When she makes suggestions, it firmly opposes them.

As she spoke, she became angry with herself.

"Zhao Zhao."

Jiang Zhao looked up and saw Jiang Beiwang's complicated eyes.

There was anger in her eyes, and Jiang Beiwang thought he had pissed her off to death. He advised, "Anger is bad for your health."

Don't be angry.

Jiang Zhao:?

After saying this, she became even angrier, "Does my anger provoke you? Shut up! I don't want to pay attention to you now."

Jiang Beiwang: ...

Wronged.