"ah--"

While Li Yang looked down at Linlang, a scream came from beside him.

He was hit in the arm.

"I'm sorry!" The girl apologized in a weak voice, "There are too many people, I didn't mean it."

She looks very pretty.

This is Li Yang's first impression of this girl, a centipede braid, a floral skirt, wearing an apricot sweater, a short, as pure as a high school student.

"It's okay, walk carefully."

Li Yang put his phone back into his coat pocket. The camel-colored long windbreaker was embedded with a circle of fluffy snow-white velvet edges, his eyes were narrow and long, and his thin lips were slightly pursed. He looked more and more precious. The girl's heart was pounding, and finally he mustered up the courage to speak, "I, can I ask for your mobile phone number?"

The black-haired young man turned his head and looked at Linlang.

The little fairy timidly pinched the corner of her clothes, “Is this beautiful young lady your girlfriend?”

"No." Linlang interrupted her lightly, "It's just a classmate."

After the heroine became beautiful after plastic surgery, her face and courage became much bigger. She had an argument with Chen Lulu just now. The two were almost isolated by others. Now, can she call her a "beautiful lady" without any grudges?

The little fairy breathed a sigh of relief, because her face was as pure as an angel. She did this action not only without artificiality, but she was so cute, "Can I know your phone number?" She shyly said shyly, her ears were red, and she said shyly, "Today is my birthday, I want to receive blessings from others."

Linlang thought to himself, when you exchange your mobile phone number and let the male protagonist fall in love with you, your birthday will almost become a festival.

After Lan Linlang jumped off the building and committed suicide, Zhang Mingzhu quickly dropped out of school. In the envy of everyone, she married into the Li family as a common mother.

Life after marriage was not as beautiful as she imagined. The people of the Li family were extremely cold to her, and their parents-in-law could not meet her for a few times. Zhang Mingzhu's personal freedom was restricted, so she was not allowed to enter and exit the courtyard at will. She could occasionally breathe and bask in the sun for no more than five minutes. All daily necessities were purchased by her servants.

For love, Zhang Mingzhu endured the boring life, but her husband Li Yang got married and was still cold and cold. Not to mention that the couple had sex, they didn’t even kiss and hug!

As time goes by, Zhang Mingzhu doesn't plan to boil the frog in warm water. If she can't give birth to the grandson of the Li family as soon as possible, how can this mistress sit firmly? She needs the right to speak and doesn't want to stay in the narrow yard for the rest of her life and cannot go out!

Perhaps it was due to the heroine's luck that Zhang Mingzhu tried every possible way to get out, and then tricked her bodyguard away, and finally bought what she wanted. She mixed the medicine into the drink and brought it to Li Yang for drink. His cheeks immediately seemed to be on fire. Zhang Mingzhu gently coaxed the person to the couch.

Then, Zhang Mingzhu looked at the huge white carp with red tails and snow-colored scales on her body, and was born with awesome and inviolable.

Normal ordinary people know that their husband is a monster, and they will inevitably have the idea of ​​fear, fear, and escape. The heroine has no such concern at all. She feels sorry for the hero who hides in the human world for so many years. It must be very tiring to hide his nature and hide his true identity, right? But it doesn't matter. She will be by the young master in the future and never leave him.

Bai Li woke up drunk, her consciousness was in a daze, and her demonic nature was in full swing, and she saw a life-and-death human being who was eager to play with its most sensitive fish tail.

It bared its teeth at her angrily, and Zhang Mingzhu thought he was playing with her, smiling while deliberately hurting the other party's blood-like tail swing.

The next moment, the heroine was swallowed alive by blood.

The spit out with the bones, and there are fragmentary prostheses.

Although Li Yang was born as a demon fetus, he was a natural spirit with orthodox bloodline. He practiced the clever and upright family skills since childhood. He was pure and untainted by the dust. He was highly expected by the family, hoping that one day he would leapt on the dragon gate, shed the demon fetus, and not be bound by killing, and lead the family to truly reach the sunshine.

The Li family did not expect that their always weak and cowardly civilian mother made a fool of herself, and left behind the words of her parents-in-law to not be able to have sex within five years, and accidentally forced Li Yang to have an unrefined demon body.

It’s a good time to flirt with monsters, and then the crematorium is in the crematorium.

Li Yang swallowed human flesh and blood, and the taboos in his body could no longer suppress the monstrous demonic nature.

The male protagonist interprets the example of "the more depressed you are, the more crazy you are."

In order to enter the world, the Li family set many rules as a cow's hair. The whole clan devoted all its training to Li Yang, who was the most talented, and pressed all his high hopes on his shoulders, without considering whether he himself was willing. After becoming a demon, Li Yang rebounded even more violently. He fell from the young master of the bright moon and the breeze to the blood-killing hell Shura, and regarded life as an ant, and acted only by his own will.

From then on, the world has become a ruthless purgatory.

Linlang observed Li Yang. His side face was cold and rejected the girl's request, "There is no need for a mobile phone number. I don't have a stranger's phone number. I wish you a happy birthday."

Zhang Mingzhu immediately showed an incredible look.

She has become so beautiful, and the young master is actually cold to her. The treatment is not as good as the ugly self in the past! The more than one million yuan plastic surgery fee is like a waste of water! Zhang Mingzhu immediately denied this idea. She had plastic surgery right. Didn’t she see how attentive others were to her? Can she enjoy such a beauty privilege in the past?

Could it be that she was not doing well enough? Zhang Mingzhu suddenly felt a sense of crisis. In order to have plastic surgery, she paid all her salary for several years. The jewelry brand perfume that Tang Shuo bought for her was also sold at a low price. In addition, she had picked it out of her stepfather, and finally got a million yuan to make her face and breasts in the most perfect state.

If Gu Dazi had not stood up for Linlang, she would not have been angry with the young master and Tang Shuo, and cut off all the money sources, causing herself to be in a short position! Zhang Mingzhu would inevitably take her anger at Linlang, the culprit, but when the little girl saw Linlang's breasts twice as small as her, a secret satisfaction arose.

Zhang Mingzhu thought she should be more confident, she was no longer the ugly duckling who was in the past.

She raised her chest and said proudly, "I won't want it. One day I will recognize you, and you will be willing to give me your mobile phone number."

Someone took the lead in applauding, "Okay, the little girl has ambition."

Zhang Mingzhu thanked her shyly.

Linlang was forced to listen while listening, and couldn't help but feel funny.

Do you have the ambition to chase a boy?

The young man in a suit and tie came forward, with a handsome appearance and a bright smile, and handed Zhang Mingzhu a gold-plated business card, "Hello, I am the chairman of the food company. I wonder if I can be lucky enough to meet the lady?"

Zhang Mingzhu was first talked to by such social elites, and for a moment she was flustered and said stammeringly, "No, no."

The young elite laughed instead of anger, "You are so simple and cute. If I have a girlfriend like you who is straightforward and persistent, I will wake up in my dreams." Before the words were finished, someone was punched in the face. The unruly boy grabbed his collar, "Ducker, take advantage of me to hook up with my little fairy, are you feeling too long?"

The young elite have always been pampered and elegant, and they are not a match for being generous. They were kicked to the ground by the boy, and their foreheads hit the white wall with a bang, and blood was pouring on them.

Blood quietly penetrated into the wall.

"This is what you asked for!"

The boy knew that he was inappropriate and refused to apologize with his neck.

Zhang Mingzhu was a little scared, "He... Could he be dead?"

The boy was stunned and immediately retorted, "How is that possible? I just kicked it! It's not that the porcelain bottle will be broken when touched!"

Zhang Mingzhu couldn't bear to see the blood on the young man's forehead, so she moved her eyes away in a panic and accidentally swept the portrait.

Wait, it seems a bit strange.

She moved her gaze back. The frame was an upside-down old man's face, and her kind eyes also showed a bit of evil because of the special viewing angle. Zhang Mingzhu's heart hopped and comforted herself that this was art, and it was normal for ordinary people to not understand it. She wanted to withdraw her gaze, and the human eyes were covered with sticky blood, and she crossed the frame and made bright red marks on the snow-white walls.

"ah--"

Zhang Mingzhu screamed in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" The boy hurriedly hugged her.

"Blood...the eyes are wrong, there is blood in the painting!" She shook like a sieve, and pointed to the painting directly in front of her with one hand.

The boy turned his head to see it, and was stunned on the spot.

The picture frame was gone without the drawing paper, and a mirror hidden inside was revealed. At this moment, a face full of acne marks was clearly reflected in the mirror, with small eyes and a flat nose, which was completely incompatible with the beauty.

What made him even more collapsed was that this ugly woman was still in his arms!

"Ah! There's a ghost!"

The boy went crazy, and rolled and crawled out.

Zhang Mingzhu was pushed by the boy and staggered before she stood firm. She had no idea what was going on. Until she saw the portrait in the mirror, she grabbed her face in fear and scratched a few blood marks, "No, how could it be like this? This is not me, my face, my face?" Almost at the same time, screams in each exhibition area fluctuated with each other.

Linlang glanced briefly and saw that the people in the picture frame disappeared like a painting paper, leaving only mirrors, large or small. Without the embellishment of colors, the hall lost its vitality and was frighteningly empty. The crowd was in turmoil, and they were spinning like headless flies, panic and despair came in their eyes.

Li Yang's face changed slightly, and she bent her long legs, grabbed Linlang's waist and walked forward, whispering, "Let's go to the ancient Tibetan area of ​​Loudi, where there is a channel at the bottom of the lake!"

There was a huge explosive power lurking under his thin body. Linlang's waist was gently snatched by him, and his feet almost left the ground. In order to balance, she had to hold onto Li Yang's shoulders, "What should I do with my classmates and teachers?" In order to give the decent students time to observe and study, Linlang was specially approved by the professor to act alone one hour before, and the two teams walked separately.

"I'll go back to find them when you go out." Li Yang lowered his eyes and covered his coldness.

Linlang smiled gratefully when he heard this, "Thank you, Li Yang!"

Her loose and warm white sweater drooped to her knees, and her mint green hollow skirt was stingy and revealing her slender ankles. She was so exquisite and beautiful that she was as beautiful as a young girl in an oil painting. Perhaps because of her lover, she softened her eyebrows and her eyes were like a line of spring rain, which was rippling and seductive, which made the audience have the idea of ​​possession of beauty, and even wanted to kill her lover and replace her.

The girl seemed to have no idea of ​​her charm and let her black curly hair pour down, leaving only a crystal carp hairpin in her ear.

Li Yang withdrew her gaze and ran all the way with her slender waist.

His movements were straightforward and neat, and naturally he developed a convincing natural aura. Many people's eyes lit up, as if they had grabbed the backbone and ran behind him.

A group of people ran to the lowermost ancient Tibetan area, with the wooden doors closed and the sign saying "Tourist stops".

Li Yang raised his hand.

"Bang--"

The wooden door was smashed open with brute force and Li Yang took Linlang to flash in. He pressed his back and closed the door.

Tourists outside the door were confused.

Then a loud thunder sounded violently.

"What door are you locking! Bastard!"

"Please, please open the door!"

The screams of anger and pleading pierced the eardrums, and accompanied by countless curses of resentment, Li Yang tightened his knuckles and his face became stiff. But the person in his arms didn't know his struggle and shouted anxiously, "Why are you closing the door? Let them in quickly! It's very dangerous outside the door! Li Yang? Have you listened to me!"

"Go!" He spit out a word and raised his hand to point her in the direction. "Just after that golden toad picture, you lift it and touch the dark square to the left, and the passage will open."

She begged, "Let them go with me."

Li Yang looked at her and his posture was cold. "The passage only allows one person to pass through, and too many people are prone to trampling. You walk for a while before I put them in. Do you walk? Every minute is very important now, are you sure you want to waste it on arguing with me?"

She opened her mouth and lowered her head dejectedly.

Linlang turned around and ran away. Suddenly she thought of something. She pulled off a strand of hair because she was too quick to move. She tucked off a strand of hair. She stuffed the hairpin into Li Yang's palm, and the warm fingertips of human beings touched his cold skin.
To be continued...