Demon Lord 3

At night, Zhou Chuyuan still hadn't woken up. His strength was that he dared to break through himself, while his weakness was that he loved to show off. However, strengths and weaknesses were interdependent. Qin Xie arranged accommodation for us here and explained his style of doing things. Although he knew that his subordinates had done a lot of wrong things, he didn't list them one by one. He hoped that we could tell him about them, which would be convenient for future punishment. I told him about the doctor and the woman. After listening, he felt mixed emotions. He thought that he had harmed several families alone and had committed many sins, but I didn't think so. I didn't think he was a direct participant, so it had nothing to do with him. Qin Xie smiled and said, "Don't think like that. If you're wrong, you're wrong. You can't excuse or defend me just because I'm your teammate now. This is not your style of doing things. In my heart, you're a thunderbolt. Sometimes, the term "girl" isn't even used for girls in Li Fengxing's style. Before I look at others, I first consider their gender, but when I look at you, I think of what you've done before judging your gender. Girls aren't so rigidly defined; they can change through their own experiences. Take you, for example. I covered my face with a smile and said nothing. In my heart, I'd developed a strong fondness for him. Those I'd met before would praise me, flatter me, and some would help me when I was in trouble. But Qin Xie was different. He'd seize on my strengths, amplifying or detailing them, observing flaws I couldn't even notice. Some would highlight my strengths, others my shortcomings. Regardless, I was happy to accept them. After all, this was me, irreplaceable. I didn't know his family background or what he'd been through, so I smiled and asked, "Tell me about your past! I always feel like you understand me so well, but I don't know you at all." Qin Xie smiled and said, "Since Yueyue wants to hear it, I'll tell you a little."

Once upon a time, there was a boy whose family was gone, leaving him all alone in the world. Everything around him was closed to him, not a window or a door open for him. That is until he met someone he loved. The girl was so gentle, but in her gentleness, she also had a simple and domineering attitude. Sometimes she did things beyond what a girl should do. She was more like a boy with a domineering personality. She was very good-natured and could be described as cheerful. In her world, there was no intrigue, and the struggle for power was simply a matter of strength. She would overcome any frame-up. There was always someone who liked her, but the boy was really unhappy. He thought he had come early enough, but unexpectedly, someone else had already gotten there first. Even the girl's father did not support him. Everyone was opposed to it. But the boy was so unwilling to give up. He thought he had tried hard enough, so why couldn't he win? Was he too stupid? Or perhaps it was because of his own bad character that he ultimately failed to identify the problem. While he was thinking, he slowed down, but the other person was still moving at a fast pace. By the time he figured it out, the girl and the other boy had become a perfect couple, with no room for him to interfere. But was the boy wrong? He had done nothing wrong; he simply showed up at the wrong time. But was he completely right? Not only did he show up at the wrong time, he also fought for it, with a bad outcome. He didn't let go in time, but kept moving forward.

The story ends here. I know who he's talking about, but I really don't understand why he makes himself sound so miserable. In fact, it's not bad to like someone and watch them from afar. If I could walk in a very beautiful place, looking at my sweetheart from afar, I would rather walk there for the rest of my life. I shattered the sunset and can no longer smell your scent. I would like to wander endlessly in the sunset that still retains your scent. After saying this, he also told me to go to bed early, but I didn't move. I just sat there daydreaming. After he got up and walked away, I looked over and saw that the buttons of his bathrobe were not fully fastened, revealing his eight-pack abs. Mr. Qin has a pretty good figure! Not just good, it's super good!