The vicious villain is in luck again

If you want to accomplish something, in the face of the treacherous and complex human nature, sometimes no matter how much you talk, it is useless. Only by making good use of the power in your hands and supplementing it with violence can you truly clear the way for this matter.

After all, Gao Shu's rise to power has changed so quickly that it won't be a day's work for everyone to truly accept it.

But as long as she stands firm from the beginning, over time, the atmosphere of all nations will be subtly changed.

An Ran left ten days after Gao Shu took the throne. At that time, He Yiyi's bloody methods had begun to bear fruit. Although some courtiers were still heartbroken, the first batch of remonstrating ministers had already taken the lead and spattered the meeting hall with blood. Those who opposed

The sound is much quieter.

At that time, An Ran was alone. Since Tian Dao was not around, she didn't really know how to leave this small world, but one thing was clear. She should go to He Yiyi for luck.

This was the condition in exchange for her promise to help Gao Shu and He Yiyi in Ninghua Palace.

After nearly ten weeks of hard work, He Yiyi took out some free time and took a quiet walk in the garden with An Ran.

The cool night breeze passed through their bodies and brought the faint fragrance of He Yiyi to An Ran's nose. She sniffed hard and caught a bit of wet coolness.

"You're leaving, right?" He Yiyi was the first to break the silence between the two.

An Ran nodded, "Wen Feiran's luck..."

"Don't worry, I will give it to you." He Yi said.

He stretched out his hand and picked off a flower that was about to bloom. He twisted the slender stem with his fingers and kept turning it. "It is not difficult for me to control my luck."

After playing for a while, He Yiyi handed it to An Ran, "Can I ask you a question?"

The flower buds are delicate, with faint crystal dewdrops glowing faintly under the candlelight.

An Ran took it and turned the stem like He Yiyi, "You ask."

He lowered his head, as if to gather courage for his question, waited for a few seconds, and then raised his eyes to look at An Ran, with a hint of loneliness in his delicate eyebrows, "Can I still see my sister?

"

An Ran suddenly opened her eyes wide and pressed the flower stem firmly with two fingers, "You know?"

Did He Yiyi know that she was not the original owner Jiang Anran?

"I know." He Yi admitted generously.

An Ran was silent for a moment, then asked, "When did you find out?"

He Yiyi smiled, turned around, and looked up at the sky.

The night sky is as thick as ink, and the stars are twinkling, brilliant and beautiful.

"Maybe I discovered it from the beginning, but I don't want to believe it."

"I'm afraid that if I just admit that she disappeared, I will never see her again."

An Ran looked at He Yiyi's back and suddenly felt the caution he had hidden under his calm appearance.

Jiang Anran didn't really understand He Yiyi.

Then, let them continue to explore each other more deeply in the future.

"Don't worry, she will come back." An Ran said.

He Yiyi, who had his back turned to her, smiled, full of relief, "That's good."

The flower bud in An Ran's hand suddenly overflowed with bits of broken light. Surrounded by the stream of light, it gradually bloomed, and finally turned into a starlight and flew towards An Ran's forehead.

An Ran returned to the gap in the world.

The first thing she noticed was the figure standing not far away.

In the boundless darkness, he was the only one who was a bit of light. The beam of light shining on his body made him look holy and inviolable, from his hair to the hem of his clothes.

He stood there quietly, his back deserted.

It is like a single tree standing alone in the wilderness thousands of miles away, growing abruptly, lonely and alone.

He seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time.

"I'm back." An Ran said softly, her voice slightly amplified in this space.

Tiandao turned around, holding a ball of light in his hand, and walked towards her.

That's He

This little world.

An Ran looked at the light ball and asked Heaven, "Did Jiang Anran send it back?"

He looked at her deeply and said, "This is natural."

An Ran took the ball of light, pulled it twice, and saw the situation inside the ball of light, "She is still the eldest lady of the Jiang family."

Tiandao explained, "Your identity in this small world has not disappeared, and you have not died. Jiang Anran's destiny is still extending. Of course she will go back and continue."

An Ran smiled and said, "Very good."

She stretched her hand diagonally upward and pushed it, and the light ball gradually turned into a stream of light, and then scattered into little stars, dotted in the black screen.

"Ji Qinghan is dead." Tiandao said while she was still looking at Xingzi.

"Oh." An Ran responded indifferently and did not ask God for the reason. "Everyone has his own destiny. If he dies, he will die."

Compared with this, there is another thing that Anron feels it is necessary to clarify.

She turned around and stared into Tiandao's calm eyes, "What's going on in Wen Feiran's small world? It feels like it's almost being sieved by the powerful ones in the main world."

"Also, why did you suddenly leave the small world and never come back? Do you know who the powerful person who possessed Zhao Yilong was after you?"

Facing a series of questions from An Ran, Tiandao blurted out without any hesitation, "He is the incarnation of pseudo-Tiandao."

An Ran took a breath and asked, "Is she here too?"

"She projected her consciousness onto Zhao Yilong and expelled me. However, I was rejected by the laws of heaven and earth and could not go back again."

An Ran was surprised, "Is she so powerful that even you can't compete with her?"

Tiandao explained, "Her strength is constantly increasing, and she affects the laws of heaven and earth through luck. I am more than willing but not strong enough."

"Then let's go to the next small world." An Ran said and started to walk in one direction.

But before she took a step, she turned around again, "By the way, why did you suddenly become so cold?"

"Really?" Tiandao asked.

An Ran suddenly approached Tiandao, "Have you experienced something that I don't know about?"

Tiandao tilted his head back, took a step back, tilted his head slightly, and then tilted it back to cover up, completely ignoring An Ran's question just now, "Let's go, it is more important to collect enough luck."

The two figures disappeared into the gap in the world.

An Ran opened her eyes, and was surrounded by darkness. Her body was swaying up and down in this confined space, as if she were in a cabin traveling on the water.

But An Ran understood that the place she was in was not the cabin.

She knew that she was sealed in a coffin.

The cramped, stuffy, and suffocating feeling came over me, but An Ran didn't panic at all.

She is waiting for an opportunity.

There was a loud noise and the shaking coffin stopped.

"Second, second, third, fourth and I will go over there to take a pee." The man's rough voice came through the thick wooden board and became only a little louder, but this did not prevent An Ran, who knew what would happen, from figuring out the current situation.

Condition.

She smiled silently, the opportunity came.

Lightning flashed across, and the dark night suddenly became as bright as day.

The two men gathered around the good coffin, took out the tools they had prepared, and skillfully pried open the coffin panels that were not tightly sealed. They surrounded the opened coffin, smiling strangely under the mottled shadows of the trees.

"Second brother, there are so many treasures, we are sending them out this time!"

The third child pulled the jewelry in the coffin and was very surprised. "As expected of the Prime Minister Zuo's Mansion, this is such a big deal."

Unlike the third child who only picked up jewelry around the woman in the coffin, the second child focused on groping around the woman.

He originally just wanted to take off the jewelry from her body, but the smell changed as he touched it.

The dead little lady was so peaceful, as if she was sleeping. Although the skin under his hands was cold, it was still elastic, and he couldn't help but feel distraught.

The third child grabbed the corner of the woman's shirt with his hand and said, "Lao San, stay away, I have to do something."

As soon as the third child heard this, he knew that the second child's addiction had relapsed. Also, people like them who have been doing this kind of work all year round have a lot of yin energy. People basically avoid them, even Hualou.

Ladies are not willing to serve them.

Over time, the second child developed this problem.

He fished out a handful of jewelry from the coffin, turned his back and walked away, urging him, "Hurry up."

The second child was breathing heavily and became excited. He pulled hard and the woman's shirt was pulled open.

The scenery inside shocked his sight, and he couldn't wait to reach out his hand.

Another bolt of lightning flashed across, illuminating the coffin brightly.

Just when the fingers of the second penis were about to touch the skin, the woman who had been motionless suddenly opened her eyes, reflecting the lightning, and the cold light in her eyes.

The second child had never seen such a scene before, so he didn't react for a moment and was stunned on the spot.

An Ran pulled up her slipping coat, opened the big rough hand on her chest with her fingertips, and blew slowly at him.

"Brother, this is not good for you."

The fragrant wind blew over his face, mixed with the light medicinal fragrance, and his eyes widened as he looked at the charming woman in front of him.

"Blow up, blow up the corpse?"

An Ran touched her face and raised the corners of her mouth, "How could a dead person have such tight and warm skin like mine?"

She turned her beautiful eyes, hooked her dick's neck, and asked him softly, "Are you so unable to control yourself?"

While she was talking, the hairpin hidden in her sleeve had already been quietly drawn out.

Hearing only a "puff" sound that was too subtle to be ignored, An Ran stabbed the hairpin fiercely into his flesh and blood.

The second child let out a small whimper and wanted to struggle and scream, but An Ran tightly covered his mouth and nose.

She was like a snake, her limbs wrapped tightly around the dick, making him unable to move or breathe.

Gradually, the whites of the second child's eyes rolled up, and the strength of his body's struggle continued to weaken, until only a slight twitch remained.

An Ran threw aside the second child who was like mud, climbed out of the coffin, and walked towards the third child in the distance.

The third child, with his back on his back, was still admiring the jewelry at hand, unaware of the danger behind him.

An Ran thrust out the hairpin without hesitation and hit his neck.

The third child trembled all over, and tried his best to turn his head, only to see An Ran smiling brightly, and his hand pushed the hairpin in again.

The jewelry was scattered all over the floor, and the third child covered his neck with his hands and fell face to the ground.

"The third child! The second child!"

The eldest son and the fourth son had just come back. When they saw this scene, their eyes turned red. He pulled out the dagger and rushed towards An Ran, "Take your life!"

Different from the elder's grief and hatred, the fourth's first reaction was one of horror, "You're cheating! You're a monster!"

"Brother, that's a monster!" He immediately wanted to stop the boss who was about to rush out, but the boss was blinded by hatred and couldn't stop him at all.

The fourth child failed to dissuade him and immediately turned around and tried to escape.

A black shadow flashed in mid-air and hit Lao Si on the head. Before he could run a few steps, Lao Si fell to the ground and fainted.

Over there, An Ran looked at the man rushing over, but he was unhurried.

She raised her hand and threw the hairpin calmly.

Halfway through the rush, the boss suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

He lowered his head and saw that a silver hairpin with a peony pattern was pierced into his heart. The hairpin was completely submerged in the flesh and blood, leaving only the bright red peony flowers outside, which seemed to grow out of his chest.

generally.

The boss gritted his teeth and pulled out the hairpin.

Blood gurgled from the wound.

Before he noticed, several more hairpins flew over from the front, stabbing him to the core. One of them hit his throat.

The boss froze, and the peony hairpin came loose from his hand and fell to the ground.

His huge body collapsed.