Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

Huo Yirong walked to the opposite side of Qin Ruan and looked at her condescendingly. His tone was gentle and straight to the point: "Brother and sister, help me find someone?"

Qin Ruan raised his hand on the couch and put it against his forehead, with a teasing smile on his face: "Brother Rong, do you still remember that last year at your residence, you pressed Song Qing into the water lily vat and tried to strangle her to death? "

Qin Ruan brought back memories of the past, and Huo Yirong coughed uncomfortably: "How long has it been?"

He knew deep down that Qin Ruan already knew his purpose.

Qin Ruan's eyes flashed with a joking light, and his red lips moved slightly: "Song Qing suffered a bloody disaster that day. If you were allowed to continue, she would lose half her life even if she didn't die. I said at the time that you would thank me."

Huo Yirong didn't feel very lucky.

At this time, he was still angry at being betrayed by Song Qing, and he wanted to pull her out and give her a good beating.

Huo Yirong grinded his teeth and sneered: "If I had known better then, I shouldn't have been merciful, so that she wouldn't have made trouble for me now!"

Mr. Huo, born into a noble family and a proud son of heaven, has always done whatever he wants in his nearly thirty years of life. He has always made others unhappy, and few people have the courage to provoke him, leaving him in such a state both physically and mentally. Uncomfortable.

Song Qing had not provoked him once or twice. The anger in his heart was caused by the irritability of being unwilling to lose control of things.

It's like a cat that acts coquettishly against you every day and can only survive by being by its owner's side. In the blink of an eye, the cat runs away, not only forgetting its owner's rules, but also provoking other unclean creatures.

Qin Ruan, who was lying on the imperial concubine's couch, sat up, slouched down, and asked in a lazy tone: "Brother Rong, after you find Song Qing, have you decided where to put her?"

Huo Yirong didn't even think about it: "A disobedient subordinate will have to pay the price if he makes a mistake."

Hearing his answer, Qin Ruan didn't have much surprise on his face, and whispered: "If Song Qing is found this time, your life and death will be entangled again, and I'm afraid it will hurt your body and heart in the future. Are you sure you accept this?" What's the result? If you haven't decided yet, it's better to let her go."

Qin Ruan cannot see through the final fate of the two of them. Song Qing is a demon and has a mystery about her that she cannot see through. Huo Yirong is the proud son of heaven, but he is also an ordinary human being after all. The final outcome of his entanglement with the demon is conceivable and is destined to end in tragedy. end.

Destiny is entangled, and one word of love cannot be escaped after all.

When Qin Ruan met Song Qing for the first time, he saw the unclear relationship between her and Huo Yirong.

But if they were really together, Huo Yirong couldn't keep Song Qing.

At that time, she didn't know the reason, but she understood after learning Song Qing's identity.

Huo Yirong's face turned ugly, and he fell silent when faced with Qin Ruan's inquiry.

After a long time, he sneered softly: "Emotions? They are just accessories to me. How capable is Song Qing that she can still make me stumble."

His words were full of disdain and contempt.

Qin Ruan looked stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Brother Rong, you really won't look back until you hit the wall."

In Beijing, in a manor with a barrier in the north city, Rong Menglan stood in a crowded hall and suddenly sneezed loudly.

The spacious hall decorated in European style is filled with expressionless men and women wearing strange clothes.

Strangely, the crowded hall was so silent that it was as quiet as a pin dropping.

This also caused Rong Menglan to sneeze and attract the attention of everyone in the hall.

But his expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't notice the eyes that were looking back and forth on him.

There was a teasing voice around him: "Hey, Taotie, which little lover is this missing you?"

Rong Menglan cast a cold glance at the man next to him with his passionate eyes, and said in a slightly deeper tone: "Take care of yourself, Chaos!"

Huan Chaos is tall and handsome, with a tender face and a good figure. He looks like a young and energetic sports student. He has both masculinity and the vitality of a teenager.

Who knew that this guy was a ferocious beast that had lived for tens of thousands of years.

Chaos thrived in Haicheng, enjoying the pleasure of violence and blood every day, and he enjoyed it, living happily.

Last month, he was besieged by Ming Tianheng who suddenly appeared. He was brought back to the capital and thrown in front of the Divine Lord. At that moment, he knew that his short-term wanton life was over.

Not only that, but his happy and happy days in the human world also ended completely.

Thinking of the end of his short-lived happy life, Chaos has been releasing an unpleasant aura all over his body these days. Anyone who dares to come forward to provoke him will be beaten hard, and he will either be beaten or severely beaten.

This guy is a fierce fighting maniac. He is extremely arrogant when he wins. He is not upset when he loses. He waits for the opportunity and is always ready to take revenge.

If possible, Rong Menglan didn't want to ignore him, but he didn't feel happy these days.

Song Qing contacted him one after another in the past few days, and the sealed memories gradually recovered. He almost went crazy the day his identity was revealed.

Anyone who has been working for thirty years suddenly learns one day that he is an ancient beast or one of the four famous ferocious beasts. No matter how hard he tries to suppress him, he cannot remain calm.

At the moment when his memory and identity were completely restored, Rong Menglan thought that it was no wonder that he had lived an ascetic life for more than 20 years. Suddenly one day, a mysterious switch seemed to be pressed.

He always feels that beauties and food in the world should not be wasted in such a way. He has the obligation to make all beautiful people and things bloom to the ultimate beauty. It is best for him to do it himself and witness the process of beauties losing their soul and blooming beauty for a short time. This will make him A sense of accomplishment.

Of course, sometimes when he meets the best, he wants to swallow them up and make them his own.

The psychologically twisted and dark thoughts frightened Rong Menglan and made him doubt himself, but he did not think that it was just the bloodline nature in his bones.

Chaos looked at Rong Menglan with a gloomy face and a provocative smile. He approached him and taunted him: "Look at the suit and ties you are wearing, you are not a greedy and lustful guy at heart."

Rong Menglan knew that this guy's hands were itchy again. He looked at the other person with contempt, "You want to fight?"

If he wanted to fight, he would always accompany him, just in time to vent his unhappiness, and also take the opportunity to test how much of his fighting power had been restored.

Seeing that the muscles of the two men were tense and the evil energy was leaking out, and they were ready to enter the battle at any time, Song Qing rushed over.

She stood between the two of them and warned in a deep voice: "The princess's wedding is coming soon. If you are looking for trouble at this time, be careful that the master will strip you of your skin!"

Song Qing was wearing a black tights, and her whole body was covered by clothes except her hands and face.

Rong Menglan thought that it was this woman who would disrupt his life plans for the rest of his life for decades. He didn't even bother to look at her and turned his head to look upstairs.

Chaos didn't want to offend the maid who followed the Fox Clan Princess. The whip wielded by Ah Ruan of the Fox Clan tens of thousands of years ago still left him with lingering fear.