"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the destined villain's value of 1000!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the destined villain's value of 1000*2!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the destined villain's value of 1000*3!"

...

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the destined villain's value of 1000*6!"

"Why is this happening?!"

The blood-colored mandala's pupils were full of disbelief.

She had already drunk all the forty bottles of physical medicine given by Qin Lang. Her physical fitness has long changed. Even if the reincarnation, which is the number one in the killer list, is not at all threats in front of her.

But even so, when facing Qin Lang, the blood-colored mandala still felt the dominant rule!

Her two trembling, her firmness and determination to let Qin Lang see her power had long been broken into pieces.

Since she met Qin Lang, she has been in a situation where she was forced to be beaten and has never turned over.                                                  �

After her physical fitness increased sharply, although it was impossible to do anything harm to Qin Lang, she was reluctant to let it go.

But if you have a slight blow to your self-confidence, it is not impossible to do it.

Ideals are full, but reality is skinny.

Another defeat!

"You said, why haven't the reincarnation come to this night?"

Qin Lang was holding something in his hand, and he was a little confused and changed his gestures from time to time.

(), still holding the pipa and covering your face halfway!

The blood-colored mandala was so angry that she had just finished her busy work that she began to worry about her reincarnation again?

"I can't come anymore. I've known it's no match for me for a long time. Why can't I come to the door to find humiliation?"

She turned her head, shouted unhappily, and pulled the quilt over, exposing Qin Lang's palm to the air.

Qin Lang sighed, "That's a pity. The last time Reincarnation hurt you to that shape, I thought you would kill her directly, but what I didn't expect was that she actually survived in your hands.

I also thought about finding a chance to give her some color!”

"What color? Is it white?"

The blood-colored mandala was wrapped in a quilt and muttered unhappily.

Qin Lang sneered, "What are you talking nonsense? Although I like beautiful women a little bit, I don't want to meet them honestly without any distinction!

I have hurt you like that, but I am not allowed to feel angry and she is so tender?"

"You want to kill her?" The blood-colored mandala turned around, his beautiful eyes full of surprise.

She never thought that Qin Lang would really kill the cycle of reincarnation.

After all, when she met Qin Lang before, it was because of hatred that she developed into her current relationship?

"What? I'm allowed her to hurt you, but I'm not allowed to kill her? How can I make such a truth in the world?!"

Qin Lang snorted unhappily, "If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price!"

The blood-colored mandala stopped talking, wrapped in a quilt, staring at Qin Lang's side face. The room was like a battlefield where the sound of artillery fire had just stopped, and there was a smell of gunpowder, but it was particularly solemn and solemn.

After a while, the blood-colored mandala wrapped in the quilt, and I don’t know what I was thinking in my mind, she lifted the quilt for the first time, and thoughtfully covered it up for Qin Lang, and also took the initiative to tuck the corners of the quilt, for fear that Qin Lang’s iron-clad body would be frozen.

"What are your grudges with Chen Fan? Why did he break his legs?"

The blood-colored mandala leaned against Qin Lang, slowly approached little by little, gradually leaned against his heart, and muttered quietly with his head raised.

Qin Lang spoke slowly, saying something irrelevant, nothing more than meeting Chen Fan, which was very boring.

But the blood-colored mandala listened with relish and enjoyed it.

"According to what you said, isn't that person named Zhou Hao very unlucky? He was obviously cheated by you and used by you as a target."

The blood-colored mandala almost laughed out loud. He had never seen such an immoral person. He was originally planning to plot against Zhou Hao, but Chen Fan helped you solve Zhou Hao. It would be fine if you didn't get a good impression, but your legs were ruined.

"I think I'm too scheming?" Qin Lang lowered his head and glanced at him.

The blood-colored mandala shook his head quickly, "No, this is called cleverness, planning! It's worthy of being my man!"

She didn't care whether Zhou Hao was dead or alive, and she wouldn't be sorry for Chen Fan's legs to be ruined.

She only knew that her man was not injured and she also gained benefits.

If it were another situation and Qin Lang was injured, she would kill Chen Fan and torture him to death if she could exhaust all the green leaves!

"Okay, why did you suddenly get so much? Go to bed early!"

Qin Lang yawned, a little tired, leaned against the head of the bed, and narrowed his eyes.

However, the blood-colored mandala seemed to be in high spirits, gently turned Qin Lang's head from one side to his face. Looking at Qin Lang who opened his eyes, he reached out to close his eyelids, "You sleep with you, I look at mine, and neither of us will interfere with each other!"

"Oh!" Qin Lang responded lightly.

Sneered in my heart.

Ho, woman!

It turns out that they are all big pig's hooves!

When doing things, I can't do it with my mouth, but when I finish it, I talk more than anyone else. No matter how ordinary the topic is, it seems to become exciting and interesting. I ask tirelessly and have endless energy. I can't finish it, so I have the tone of saying it was not possible before?

...

Qin Lang stayed in the villa for several days.

In this gap, Su Xiaoxiao finally got back as she wished.

Qin Lang thought that his blood-colored mandala's temperament had been completely changed, and he was no longer the cold-blooded killer list. He only knew the top three killers. He originally wanted to introduce the two to know each other.

But unexpectedly, these two have already had an intersection!

"Sister Blood! I have told you many times. Just put a little salt a little. If you put too much, it will taste too good and cannot be eaten!"

Su Xiaoxiao snatched a bag of salt from the blood-colored mandala in the kitchen, looked at the battered vegetable leaves in the pot, and sighed, "Or, you'd better go to the restaurant and sit there. I'll take it over immediately after I'm done!"

The blood-colored mandala was dejected, and sat down under Qin Lang's smile, raised his head and waved his fists hatefully, "What are you laughing at? My hands are used to kill people, not to cook."

It is normal for people to have strengths and weaknesses!"

Qin Lang held his chin and nodded with interest, "It's not a joke that you can't cook, it's just that you are curious. Why did you go into the kitchen to pick up a spatula?"

"The physical fitness improvement brought by physical medicine is too great. I was worried that I could not master it, so I thought to slowly adapt through some daily trivial matters. Cooking is just one of them."

The blood-colored mandala said lightly.

By chance, at this moment, Su Xiaoxiao walked out with a large bowl of pork rib soup in her hand. When she heard this, she asked strangely, "Sister Xue, didn't you hear me say that the young master likes to eat the dishes I cook the most, so I asked me to teach you how to cook?"

Wow!

The speed of light slaps in the face, and there is no time to think.

The excuse of lies woven by the blood-colored mandala was sucked by Su Xiaoxiao with one sentence.

Not only did Su Xiaoxiao not be afraid at all, she even blinked at the blood-colored mandala.

Obviously, she did it on purpose!

What makes people shocked is that the blood-colored mandala not only did not hold a grudge against Su Xiaoxiao in the face, but also didn't know how to deal with it. She could only roll her eyes and snort coldly, "You just talk too much!"

"Xiaoxiao, do you know that what you said just now is likely to lose your life?

Although the person sitting in front of you is a woman who is not a few years older than you, there are hundreds or thousands of people who die in her hands!"

"I know, Sister Blood used to be the top three in the killer list, but now she is the top one in the killer list. Is she the top leader?

Also, Chen Fan, who is in the orphanage, had a holiday with the young master. Chen Fan’s senior sister used to be the first in the killer list!

I know all this, Sister Blood told me!

But until now I never know what Sister Blood is called?"

Su Xiaoxiao placed the rib soup on the table, scooped a bowl with a spoon and handed it to Qin Lang, and then scooped a bowl for the Blood-colored Mandala.

Compared to Qin Lang's calmness, the Blood-colored Mandala got up and took the bowl of rib soup.

"Just call me the Blood Mandala, that's my name."

Blood-colored mandala took a sip of pork rib soup, and said it was very light and fluent.

She had a real name, and I remember it, but the ones who gave her this name had been killed by her.

What else should I mention doing?

Isn't this a problem to find trouble?!

"I can't figure out why the dishes that are cooked according to your instructions are completely different from the flavors you brought out?"

The blood-colored mandala hit the tongue, and it was a little unclear.

Su Xiaoxiao chuckled, "Cooking is not that difficult, nor is it that simple. The heat, time, and some ingredients are all very different. If you have a slight difference, the taste will shift.
To be continued...