Shenhao: I'm Really A Big Villain

When Chen Ziqi, who was walking in front, heard this, she couldn't help staggering, and almost lost her foot.

Seeing this, Scarlet Mandala couldn't help but said, "Can't you say something nice? Always like to hit my sister like this?

Although she has selfishness in some things, it is human nature, not to mention, my sister and I have a deep blood feud on my body.

In normal times, she enforces the law impartially and is upright. In the face of those unfair cases, not only did she not bow her head in the face of power, but instead fought for it.

Isn't this kind of person worthy of your attention? Even a little polite. "

Qin Lang shrugged and looked at the bloody mandala's face with interest, "You think I was scolding her just now? I'm just explaining the current situation to you.

If she doesn't provoke me, how can I have nothing to find fault with? "

Today is different from the past, and perhaps the Bloody Mandala herself did not notice that her heart has undergone tremendous changes.

Just like before, shouting and killing at every turn, eating their flesh, all under the circumstances of persecution.

But now it's different. Not only did the bloody mandala become murderous without meeting, but he even said some heartfelt words, and even cared about Qin Lang's attitude towards her sister?

Facing the suggestion of the blood-colored mandala, Qin Lang could refuse, or slap her, or even rub her dignity on the ground.

But, there is no need for that!

"You are still injured, don't stay here, go back with me to disinfect and avoid infection."

Qin Lang took the palm of the blood-colored mandala, ignoring Chen Ziqi's business, and hurried in the direction of home.

The blood-colored mandala with her head lowered and half a body slow, her shoulders cut into pieces, her waist like a thong, Pingting and graceful, swaying and swaying, revealing the charm of the mask - Huo's face is always lowered, looking at Qin Lang held his big hand, and there was always a strange feeling in his heart.

I don't know how long it has been, she has never had such a feeling in her heart.

When she was a child, after she was kidnapped, she was put on an airtight island. There were all children of her size. She was trained by the devil almost day and night, practicing killing skills and mastering some skills. fighting skills.

Imperceptibly in her heart, it seems that others are unreliable, and everything can only be obtained through her own hands.

So that later, her heart became more and more closed, and as the number of people killed increased, she became more and more cold-blooded.

Although the world is big, full of traffic and flowers, it has nothing to do with her.

But today he was suddenly held by Qin Lang's big warm hand, and a hint of softness in his heart burst out.

If it wasn't for Qin Lang's appearance, she would have been a cold corpse by now, who would have attacked and killed Chen Ping'an.

If it wasn't for the medicinal pill Qin Lang gave, even if she was lucky enough to survive, she would still be hiding in a dark corner in embarrassment, like a stray wild cat, licking and licking her wounds alone.

Ah!

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the bloody mandala's charming and icy face.

It seems that this kind of feeling that someone is relying on is also quite good?

Subconsciously, the pace under her feet quickened, catching up with Qin Lang.

The figure is slowly approaching, and every now and then, the shoulders will touch Qin Lang's arm, and they are very close.

Qin Lang glanced lightly from the corner of his eye. Although it was very faint, the little girl's posture revealed by the blood-colored mandala gave a panoramic view.

Everything is under his control!

Just because they held hands once, so the blood-colored mandala developed a psychological dependence?

If someone would think like this and put it into action, it can only be said that their life is not long.

As for the proud figure and charming face like the blood-colored mandala, the suitors have never mentioned Jiang Zhiqing, but there is absolutely nothing to be missed.

But what about people now? I'm afraid that when the grave head dances, the grave head grass even illuminates the gorgeous neon lights - it is not transparent.

If it hadn't been for Qin Lang's previous series of operations, if he hadn't shattered his bottom line step by step, and rubbed the dignity of the blood-colored mandala on the floor, making him feel the despair and helplessness he hated, at this moment. How could there be such a little girl's attitude?

Is it true that Qin Lang has a special fetish?

Routine!

It's all fucking tricks!

Let him feel helpless and hopeless, and when his whole world becomes dark, open the window and let the afterglow of the rising sun shine in - come in.

The effect is unexpectedly good!

As a qualified villain, Qin Lang is not stingy in sharing his methods and routines.

He taught it and let others observe it. This is a human relationship. If someone really learns from it, it is called an accident. In the end, the learner and Mr. Canada Fan live in the same cell. This is called human relationship!

...

After returning to the villa, Qin Lang lay on the bed and silently opened the system panel.

"Ding! The new plot has been successfully integrated. It needs to consume 200,000 Destiny Villain points. Did the host know in advance?"

The mechanical sound of the system sounded, and Qin Lang was wondering why there was no such thing before.

When you meet the Son of Destiny, if you don't know the plot ahead of time, how do you know that he will be left there to grow and develop?

If Gou, the Son of Destiny, is strong enough, if you want to kill him again, wouldn't there be a lot of trouble?

"Yes!"

Along with the deduction of 200,000 Destiny Villain points, a large piece of information flowed in Qin Lang's mind.

After digesting for a while, he slowly raised his hand and patted the bloody mandala head in front of him.

The other party understood and immediately turned around.

"A little weak!"

Qin Lang clicked his tongue, not complaining that he had not mastered the skills of the blood mandala, but was dissatisfied with his status as the son of destiny.

There are no seven sisters, and no God of War wives enter the chicken-yard, let alone the return of the Immortal Venerable.

It's a reborn entertainment king, and it's still the kind that hasn't been reborn now!

How does this thing play with him?

With key?

How many does he have?

Or as he had imagined before, could this child of luck really be just a transition?

It's like brushing dungeons. There are gold dungeons, silver dungeons, and diamond and king dungeons. Ye Feng and Chen Ping'an are like bosses of gold dungeons. If you want to go up to a higher rank, you need a higher character panel. , and Qin Lang does not have this condition now?

"Hiss..."

If this is the case, then this big villain system is too humanized, right? !

Qin Lang was shocked!