A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, she just upholds this truth.
The inner beauty of this girl is not something you can easily see.
snort!
The torture of the whole day in school was finally over. When Qian Yunli was sweating and reconnecting the broken strings while others were playing the piano, Luo Shuyao dismissed the class and was finally liberated.
she.
During class, I walked at the end, listless, like a flower that had left the soil. Once class was over, my energy was as high as if I had been on stimulants. I rubbed oil on my soles and ran away faster than anyone else.
Outside the school, Cang Mo was already waiting.
Qian Yunli was a little dazed when she saw him, and then realized that she had asked him to come here to wait for her today, so she roughly pulled the corner of his clothes: "Let's go to a more private place to talk."
The two exaggeratedly dragged each other forward.
The other young ladies who came out saw the scene of Qian Yunli roughly dragging the Demon King Cang Mo, and at the same time they sighed in their hearts. For a person with no talent and virtue like Qian Yunli, she could only live with Cang Mo, the Demon King.
Together, they are the best match.
Being with Mr. Lian is too unrealistic.
The more I think about it, the more I feel that Qian Yunli and Young Master Lian being together is a joke.
Two people with completely different styles, one is a prince in comics, and the other is a madman among beggars, two people with completely different styles of painting, standing together, Qian Yunli completely insulted Mr. Lian's temperament.
Sure enough, he still looked out of place with Cang Mo.
Cang Mo was shot while lying down. If it weren't for the gossip between Qian Yunli and Mr. Lian, although he was usually a bit dandy and mischievous, he liked to cause trouble for others and would not sell anyone's face, he would still be regarded as a
What a handsome man!
However, when it comes to Mr. Lian, he is nothing.
Compared to Mr. Lian, he can only be used as cannon fodder.
Qian Yunli dragged Cang Mo to a secluded small river.
"Cang Mo, is Jingchen's poisonous python powerful?"
Cang Mo swallowed his saliva, nodded, and said with lingering fear: "It's very powerful. I almost got swallowed by it several times without getting close."
Qian Yunli touched her chin and nodded in understanding.
How bad can Jingchen's stuff be?
Unbelievably awesome.
"Are you sure that poisonous python is Jingchen's favorite?"
If it was true, even if she was asked to risk it, she would still let Jingchen cut her flesh. Thinking of Jingchen's abomination, she really gritted her teeth, and she felt very unhappy if she didn't take revenge on him.
Cang Mo is not a fool. He can see how angry Qian Yunli is towards Jingchen. Although he doesn't know what grudges there are between them, she and he are on the same line, united front against Jingchen. This
It feels good.
"As long as Jingchen's poisonous python is removed, I guarantee that his face that has not changed for thousands of years will definitely show a very distressed look, and he will probably cry."
The last word "cry" is definitely a strong dose of medicine. Just thinking about Jingchen "crying" Qian Yunli's heart jumps with joy, and she cheers more than a fish that leaves the water and returns to it.
"Definitely, we must make him cry. When the time comes, I will take a photo of it to make this scene eternal. Then I will print out countless copies and fly them in the air with a helicopter, so that everyone in Tianqian can see it and make Jingchen lose face!"