: Naturally, life is full of regrets, water is always in the east (3)

Author: Yaoli

: Naturally, life is full of regrets, water is always in the east (3)

That very cold face, with sharp facial lines, light lip color, and dark and gloomy eyeballs.

He is like the floating haze in the sky, thick and ominous.

The man looked at her blankly, with a strange look in his eyes, as if he was meeting a human being for the first time.

Suddenly, he grinned and smiled.

That smile was bright, but it didn't make people feel any warmth. Instead, it crawled over the nerves like a chill.

It seems to be telling that the evil ghost has crawled out of hell, and everyone who hurts him will not end well.

Yan Ran was startled for a moment, but her face did not show any disgust or fear. She even slightly raised the corners of her mouth. Her lips were as bright as dyed rouge, soft and beautiful.

"Do you like this painting too?"

Her face was also unexpectedly relaxed, just like the communication between ordinary friends.

Fu Ji stared at Yan Ran, his eyes penetrating with concentration.

Yan Ran then said, "This painting is not suitable for you. You should go to the gallery on the right to have a look."

Yue Ling called out, "Brother Yan."

Yan Ran subconsciously followed the sound and looked over.

"Ignore him. I ordered this painting first. You haven't told me whether you like it or not?"

Yue Ling smiled earnestly, but he still looked as arrogant as before.

Yan Ran nodded and whispered to Fu Ji, "Go to the right and have a look, you will like it."

This time, Fu Ji no longer remained motionless like a piece of wood. He was surprisingly obedient and walked towards the gallery on the right.

Before he had gone far, Fu Ji could still vaguely hear Yue Ling's cautious and laughing voice, like a pug surrounding his feet begging for bones.

"Brother Yan, it took a lot of effort to get this painting. Do you think you can stop being angry with me? I really know I was wrong..."

Fu Ji's steps slowed down unconsciously, but after waiting for a long time, no one else spoke, only flies buzzing.

The paintings hanging on the gallery wall on the right are completely opposite to those on the left. They are rich in color, mainly warm, fresh, natural, and full of vitality, just like the bright sunshine in spring that makes people feel swaying.

However, in Fu Ji's eyes, it was so boring, out of place, and unable to blend in.

Those overly bright, highly saturated, high-brightness colors almost hurt his eyes.

At that moment, he really wanted to set a fire, and the flames would lick the scrolls, burning these shining paintings until they turned into ashes that could be blown away, and everyone was disgusted with them.

Boring, boring, anxious.

——The gallery on the right suits him better.

But when he looked at these paintings, he just wanted to tear them up and destroy them.

Just like seeing that pale and sickly face.

No one is willing to push away beauty, unless he doesn't know what beauty is at all, so he thinks that beauty is an addictive poison that will kill him if he gets it.

A gloom of depression enveloped his heart.

Ridiculous and ironic.

He walked back to the original place.

But the slender and thin figure has long since disappeared.

But the painting hanging on the wall has long been replaced.

"Paradise" disappeared and was replaced by "Remnant Dream".

As if to ridicule, the so-called paradise is just a mirage left in late night dreams, which will be shattered if touched.

The evil spirit is dripping with blood, it is roaring, it is whispering, and it is cursing.

It has come for revenge.

[Ding! The villain’s degree of blackening has reached 99.1%!]

Yan Ran took a deep breath when she returned to the car, her face looking a little ugly.

Yue Ling was driving and looked over, "Brother Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Ran closed his eyes, "It's okay."

Seeing that Yan Ran didn't want to speak, Yue Ling closed his mouth in a sullen voice.

The first time he met Fu Ji in the gallery, Yan Ran knew that this task was very difficult.

Fu Ji looks like a normal person, but more like an evil dragon wandering under the blue sky and white sun, with its fangs hidden and pretending to be harmless.

Yan Ran was not fooled by the illusion.

System:【The result is out.】

Yan Ran immediately asked: [What is it?]

The system was unusually silent for a long time: [...The male protagonist may be reborn. 】

Yan Ran's eyes darkened, and she knew the task was not that simple!

【I can’t do it anymore.】

System: [Then you go and die.]

Yan Ran is indeed dead. Maybe the body has been cremated now and only ashes are left.

The system is both strong and soft, slowly drawing the picture: [Think about it, the male protagonist is reborn, and you are actually a little more relaxed. You only need to brush down the blackening level. Think about it, as long as the male protagonist takes revenge,

The blackening level has come down on its own. There are always more methods than difficulties. Let’s work together and complete the task sooner or later, isn’t it? 】

Yan Ran was so full of this cake that he reluctantly accepted this argument.

[Then what should I do if I am killed by the protagonist?]

The things the original owner did were enough to be killed by the protagonist for three hundred rounds.

System: [Give you a monument to commemorate the great man.]

Yan Ran:【...It's awesome.】

Great are your eighteen generations of ancestors.

——

In January in the imperial capital, snow is falling.

The night is shrouded, the twelfth lunar month of winter is coming, the biting cold wind is blowing and the wind is chaotic, and the Shenghao Club, located in a prime location, is one of the favorite gold-selling caves of the prince's upper class people.

The high-end private room was dimly lit, colorful lights flickered, and the lyrical and ambiguous music aroused waves of charm.

Extravagant and luxurious, feasting and feasting.

In this luxurious and addictive private room, there was only one person with a stinking face and a livid face. He didn't know it but thought someone owed him millions. His handsome face was completely ruined by him.

One of them couldn't stand it and joked with a smile, "Yue Ling, are you having trouble with Brother Yan again?"

Yue Ling was like a lit firecracker, staring with a fierce look on his face, and shouted loudly: "What the hell are you talking about? You just hope that something bad will happen to me, don't you?!"

This little ancestor had a temper that was easily ignited. His personality was extremely bad and irritable. He would quarrel with the sky, the earth, and the air. When he lost his temper, the house would be torn down by him. From a young age to adulthood, he not only did not restrain himself, but became more and more unruly.

After all, there is only one person who can suppress him.

It's a pity that this person hasn't arrived yet, so this little ancestor is about to change the world. He is very young, but the cruelty between his eyebrows is full of energy. He grits his teeth, and his teeth are sore, and his tone is extremely gloomy.

, without any regard.

"I really don't know what Brother Yan likes about that guy named Fu!"

As he spoke, he glared hatefully at the handsome men and beauties who were behaving intimately not far away.

Today is Fu Yi's birthday, and just now, he announced his girlfriend.

There are several boys who play well with Yan Ran, and Yue Ling is one of them. Naturally, he knows that Yan Ran is interested in Fu Yi. Although... he doesn't understand it very well, but it is Fu Yi who can be attracted by Brother Yan.

The blessing, the result! But to do such a trick is just a slap in Yue Ling's face!
Chapter completed!