The vicious villain is in luck again

An Ran's tone was very bad, but Ji Yunyang didn't care about it. He laughed softly and said, "So that's what you think?"

"It's a good idea to hide the beauty in a golden house."

He put his hands behind his back, turned around, and asked critically, "But, are you considered 'jiao'?"

Ji Yunyang's gaze passed over her head, as lightly as a dragonfly touching water.

An Ran sneered, "Whether I'm 'coquettish' or not, it doesn't stop you from getting excited and fucking me like an animal when I touch you."

When it comes to Ji Yunyang, no, this devil is really weird. He belittles her from time to time, saying that she is not good-looking, and that she is not delicate enough, but at the same time, he wants to get close to her and stay with her.

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What is going on in his mind? Is he mean?

Oh, I can’t say he is cheap, I must say he is smart.

Her words were so mean, it only hurt her self-esteem, and he was the one who really took advantage of her.

Looking at the kiss he had on the carriage, she felt sick for a long time, her skin turned red, and she even threw away a set of clothes.

Ji Yunyang's faint smile disappeared, and his eyes fell a little coldly on An Ran's head.

He lowered his gaze and pursed his lips.

An Ran knew that he already knew what she was thinking about him, but she was not afraid at all and instead stared back confidently.

What was wrong with her? What was she afraid of? It was obviously Ji Yunyang who did something wrong and destroyed her, a little girl who had not yet had her hair.

As long as he has any conscience, he should feel ashamed.

But An Ran doesn't expect his shame. What kind of conscience does a demon have?

I'm afraid even cramming conscience into his teeth is not enough.

An Ran just stared at him fearlessly, with a sense of dissatisfaction.

Just stare, see who can glare at whom first.

Ji Yunyang's expression was condensed, but in the end he was the one who looked away first.

He turned sideways and pretended to cough.

"I didn't ask you to come here to vent your anger."

An Ran immediately retorted, "What you said is wrong."

"First of all, you didn't ask me to come here, but I asked for it."

Although Ji Yunyang arranged that house for her, he was sure that she would not like to come to him, so this was a secret attempt to force her to come.

But she can also choose to stay, so in the final analysis, it is her own choice.

"Secondly, who wants to vent their anger? And what kind of anger is being vented? You know it in your heart."

Haha, it was all his fault. In the end, her light words seemed like she was ignorant.

She An Ran will not take the blame.

Sooner or later, she will have to take back all the humiliation she has suffered during these days.

Even though people are trying to kill her now, it doesn't matter, the future is long, and she has plenty of patience to wait.

Ji Yunyang coughed twice more. His back was to An Ran, so An Ran couldn't see his expression clearly, but when he heard his tone loosen up, he meant to start a new conversation.

It was as if the stalemate and conflict between the two people had coughed away.

That’s it.

"What did you see on the road you just passed by?"

An Ran snorted coldly, folded his arms and said nothing, which was particularly cold.

Why should she pay attention to him? He would just change the story if he wanted to.

Anyway, she has no desire for his luck now. The fate of the original owner is just "death" in the end, and she will confront him.

For a while, the two of them were quiet, and there was only the sound of the wind blowing across the ground and the rustling of weeds.

Ji Yunyang took a few steps forward and reached out to touch the wordless tombstone.

The tombstone is made of stone, and is gray as if shrouded in mist, giving it a sense of eeriness and mystery. Perhaps it has been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, and there are cracks in several places, with several pieces emerging from the inside.

Tufts of lush green grass.

Although the green grass grew out of the stone, it grew very happily. It was shiny green and firmly fixed on the tombstone. The tips of the grass drooped heavily, like a girl bending her waist, yet graceful and tenacious.

The last time I saw grass like this, it was... (This chapter is not finished yet!)

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It was when she went to He Yiyi's yard.

The faces of He Yiyi and the little white cat incarnated by Tiandao suddenly flashed in An Ran's mind. @ESSENTIAL\/书馆*First update~~

In just over a month, things have changed.

The white cat was killed, He Yiyi died, and there was no trace of the way of heaven.

An Ran's emotions were complicated and she couldn't tell the difference between them.

"This place is called Qiongyu Village." Ji Yunyang rubbed the tombstone with his fingers and looked down at it.

An Ran didn't know whether to call it sadness, doubt, worry, etc. His mixed thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

Anger welled up in his heart.

What's this? He just didn't care about what happened on the carriage.

"Hey." She shouted unceremoniously, "That's not what we were talking about just now."

"Are you planning to escape?"

Ji Yunyang's hand on the tombstone immediately tightened his grip and squeezed inward, as if he was trying to dig a hole into the tombstone.

"Speak." An Ran pressed forward, and the questioning tone became more and more fierce, "Why don't you speak? Are you feeling guilty?"

A line of faint blue flames shot up from the ground in front of her, forcing her to stop abruptly, separating An Ran and Ji Yunyang at both ends.

"I don't want to argue with you, there's nothing to talk about." Ji Yunyang said quietly, his tone as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

An Ran was about to laugh out loud.

"You don't care?"

"Have you mistaken your position?"

As she spoke, she was about to push through the blazing flames. Suddenly, An Ran's whole body became stiff.

It was as if she had been turned into stone, unable to move.

Damn it, she was frozen again.

I wanted to open my mouth to make a sound, but found that my lips felt like a rock weighing a thousand kilograms, and I couldn't open them no matter what.

Dog man! An Ran cursed fiercely in his heart.

Ji Yunyang walked from the tombstone, his face distorted and strange against the flames.

Like a strangely growing flower.

He looked over through the blue firelight, and there seemed to be something in his eyes.

An Ran's consciousness gradually became drowsy, and the clear anger gradually faded away like clouds blown away by the wind.

Her last memory was of dancing flames.

An Ran knocked his forehead forward heavily, and An Ran woke up from the shock.

She was lying on an empty patch of land.

An Ran stood up and walked around in a circle.

This land looks a bit familiar.

If you look carefully, isn't it the place where she met Ji Yunyang before she fell into coma?

However, there is no such simple tomb anymore.

This is, what happened?

An Ran recalled the way Ji Yunyang looked at her through the firelight.

There's something wrong with that look.

Based on her experience of falling into dreams many times, she probably fell into a dream this time as well.

An Ran followed the memory of riding the carriage and walked towards the road he came from.

It is not like the desolate and desolate scene seen when awake. Although the villages in the dream are also covered with thatched houses, they are bustling with people, children playing and old people chatting. It is a harmonious and comfortable picture.

But none of them had any reaction to Enron's arrival.

Several children were chasing each other towards An Ran. They were about to bump into her, but they turned a blind eye.

An Ran finally managed to escape, but saw a child in front of her.

The child came directly through her from behind.

The children in front of her hugged each other and walked past An Ran's body.

An Ran watched their quarreling figures go away.

It seems that this time she has no identity, she is just a pure bystander, not visible to anyone in this dream.

An Ran continued walking along the road. Perhaps because she was in a dream, she didn't feel tired at all and soon reached the end of the village.

There is a huge lying black stone at the end of the village.

An Ran walked forward to check.

Three large characters were written on it in dark red cinnabar.

"Qiongyu Village." An Ran murmured.

Looking at the handwriting again, she felt it looked familiar.

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The flying dragons and phoenixes are very similar to the plaque written by Concubine Gao.

However, there are still some differences.

It lacks a little strength, and also lacks some sharpness and sharp momentum.

Just when she was about to get closer to watch and ponder, the voices of a man and a woman talking came from behind her.

"Brother Zhao, your calligraphy and painting sales are really good today. All the nobles want it." The woman's voice was soft and sweet, mixed with pear-like sweetness, which made her feel very comfortable.

"It's He Niang's beautiful singing voice that attracts so many people to my stall." The man was also gentle.

An Ran turned around and saw that the woman's eyebrows were curved, her smile was soft, and her body was as light as a dancer when she moved.

Isn't this He Yiyi after he grows up?

An Ran remembered the title she just heard.

Could this He Niang be He Yiyi's biological mother?

She looked at the handsome man, who was this Brother Zhao?

His identity was quickly revealed.

"Zhao Mingyuan, why did you wait so long to come back now?"

It was like a thunder exploded behind, and An Ran was shaken three times.

The woman's rough voice was so loud that it penetrated the entire village, leaving a lingering sound.

Zhao Mingyuan and He Niang were obviously shocked, but there was no look of surprise on their faces, as if they were used to it.

Zhao Mingyuan came forward first and passed through An Ran's body, "Madam."

An Ran turned his eyes following Zhao Mingyuan's movements.

Different from that rough voice, standing not far away was a slender and petite figure.

She put her hands on her waist, and her baby-fat face showed an expression of guilt, "Look at what time it is now? The sun is almost setting, and all my meat stalls are closed, and you just came back.  " First update @ "

"Tell me, what have you been doing?"

"Madam." Zhao Mingyuan called out again and held her hand gently, "Today, thanks to He Niang's singing, the painting stall's business was extremely good. I negotiated a few more words with the painting buyers about the price.

It’s too late.”

She glanced at him dissatisfied, pushed him away and walked towards He Niang.

He Niang stood quietly and looked at her with a smile, "Sister Gao Shu."

An Ran saw Gao Shu's expression was unkind and aggressive, and thought she was looking for trouble with He Niang. Unexpectedly, as soon as Gao Shu stood in front of He Niang, he immediately put on a nymphomaniacal smile.

She took He Niang's hand and said, "No matter how many times I told you, just call me sister, otherwise you will have more trouble."

Gao Shu touched He Niang's little hand with pity and said, "You are so weak, why are you still running around with Zhao Mingyuan? If something happens to you, I will be very distressed."

"A delicate beauty like you should be taken care of like a precious flower."

He Niang smiled and said, "Sister, you took me in, I'm very grateful. I have nothing to give you, only this voice can be of some use."

Gao Shu touched He Niang's silky hand and glanced back at Zhao Mingyuan.

"He doesn't paint well himself, so he can't sell a few paintings, but he has to work hard for you."

"You have a golden voice. It's really unfair for you to use it to sell paintings at a painting stall."

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