Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

Fu Yue intuitively said that what he said next would not be any good things.

as expected.

"Since it's so beautiful, what's wrong with being a vase in An Anxin?! Find a stronger backer, be a prestige, and be a fox, how happy he is hahahahahaha~"

The laughter became rampant.

Fu Yue: "..."

At this time, her eyes staring at Yuyan were a bit strange, and she looked a little hairy.

Yu Yan: "What are you doing?"

Fu Yue hesitated, glanced down and down Yu Yan a few times, and then asked, "You just said that, I think you are doing well again, are you raised by a sect? Little lover?"

Yu Yan: "...Bah!"

She also realized that there was a slight ambiguity in her words.

"I'm dignified... Forget it, I want to keep it secret first, for fear that my identity will scare you to death! My identity can only be revealed at a critical moment!"

Yu Yan is triumphant.

The tail is almost up to the sky.

Fu Yue poured her cold water and whizzed coldly: "Unfortunately, maybe we won't survive tonight, let alone the future."

Metaphor: "..."

Sorry, your plastic sister refused to continue talking to you and threw a pot of rotten eggs at you.

But it stopped for a few minutes.

Yu Yan squatted next to Fu Yue again and twittered. The fairy’s burden had been completely thrown away. She reached out and took out a small notebook from her arms, and handed it to Fu Yue as if offering a treasure, and said with a frown, “Look! The country I have laid down for so many years!"

Fu Yue: "......?"

She took the notebook in Yu Yan's hand and took the woman's words as farts.

Look down.

This little book is filled with names, all of which look like men’s names, as well as their identities, ages, and personalities...

Fu Yue: "???"

Seeing Fu Yue's surprised face, Yu Yan swelled, red lips curled up, and she was directly blocked by Fu Yue's words before she could say the next sentence. She held her breath in her chest and couldn't get up.

Fu Yue: "These are the ministers under your skirt?"

Fu Yue's expression was a little surprised.

That expression seems to be saying.

Oh, girl, I can’t see it, it’s pretty awesome!

Yu Yanmu grabbed the small notebook in Fu Yue's hand with a face, and muttered, "Bah, if these were my ministers under my skirt, the old lady would have dominated the rivers and lakes a long time ago, and are you still waiting for death here?"

Fu Yue lost interest in an instant.

"Oh, it turns out to be powerless--"

She has a very long ending sound.

Metaphor: "..."

This dead woman is humiliating her!

She endured.

Yu Yan pulled Fu Yue over and pointed to the notebook, "I tell you, these are all carefully selected by me. There are young and handsome people in the rivers and lakes!"

"They all meet the prerequisites for being handsome and rich! How about, do you want me to divide it into two for you~"

Yu Yan's face instantly became a little wretched.

Fu Yue: "..."

Can not bear to look.

How come a good girl has her mouth open?

As soon as Yu Yan's voice changed, he said angrily: "No, you already have Ji Qinglin. With such a beautiful young boy, I guess you don't look down on other people."

Fu Yue said lightly: "He is not mine."

Yu Yan's eyes lit up.

There are melons!

"Talk about it? Why?"

Fu Yue expressed ugly rejection and said: "Nothing, the reason is very simple, he is not my food."

The voice just fell.

The surrounding temperature seems to have dropped a few minutes, the air has stagnated, and even the wind that originally blows through the vegetation has stopped.