The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"I know! The living king of hell, the big devil, and the ghosts see sorrow! But so what, if I dare to come to you today, I won't be afraid that you will do evil things to me in the future."

"I thought you really didn't care as much about your haircut gift as the rumors say, but I didn't expect you were a brainless person after all." Yuchichi said coldly.

The expression on his face suddenly stiffened, and his feet moved slightly, as if he had changed his stance.

Luo Liyan frowned, looking at his little movements, a slight suspicion arose in her heart.

"The hair extension ceremony is a big event for a woman. How could I not care about it at all? I came out today just to ask you, why did you attack several companies yesterday and hurt my face even though you knew yesterday was my hair extension ceremony."

"Who do you think you are, that you deserve to be given face by me?" Yu Chiche found it ridiculous.

She is just a woman in a boudoir, and she is not worthy of punishing Zhou Zhang.

If she really wanted to blame her, it would be better to blame her unsatisfactory father. He knew clearly that it was her daughter's birthday, but he still had the hothead to step on her own bottom line.

"You..." Luo Liyan's breathing was a little uncomfortable.

Do you want your mouth to be so poisonous?

Being angry to death can be considered a fatal injury, right?

Could she apply for a protective shield for her little heart?

"Yesterday, I got my haircut. It was a happy event. It is not convenient for me as a foreigner to come to congratulate you. The 200 heads at the entrance of the market, plus a river of blood on the street, can be regarded as my gift to you. After all, on such a big day, there is a lot of red. It's only a little festive, so you don't need to thank me too much." After saying these words with a half-smile, Yuchi Che turned around and strode away without even looking at Luo Liyan.

"Ah, no, I'm so angry that my head is spinning." Luo Liyan muttered to herself and rubbed her forehead.

But when she thought about the river of blood and the 200 human heads, she only felt a gloomy wind around her.

Shivering, she didn't dare to stay any longer and hurriedly left.

The moment she left, a black shadow hid in the tree as fast as lightning and followed her secretly.

Unfortunately, Luo Liyan didn't notice at all.

It was very difficult to climb over the high wall. She cringed and lifted the ajar window and climbed in.

After wiping off the shoe prints on the frame, I poured myself a cup of herbal tea.

"Xiao Liuzi, can you be more reliable next time? If Yuchi Che has any taboos that Yuchi Che cannot violate, you should tell him earlier. Otherwise, I really won't live long!" Luo Liyan complained angrily.

[Oh, didn’t I forget this yesterday? Okay, don't be angry! 】Number 666 comforted him with a guilty conscience.

I really can't blame it. The male protagonists in the first two worlds were not as difficult to take care of as this male protagonist. It has been relaxed for a long time, and it is normal to be negligent for a while.

"By the way, I see that today Yuchi Che stood for a while and then changed his posture uncomfortably. Is he injured?" Luo Liyan asked curiously.

If this kind of iron-blooded King of Hell wasn't very uncomfortable, he probably wouldn't show any discomfort in front of him.

[He has a leg disease. He was unable to enter the palace examination because he was not allowed to be in the top three positions in the imperial examination because he had a disability, which would hinder the state body and the holy vision. In a fit of anger, he gave up literature and embraced martial arts. He practiced at the border for three years, won many battles, and was named a general to protect the country. He returned to the capital two years ago when the new emperor ascended the throne. 】

"You mean he's lame?" Luo Liyan's eyes widened in shock, "But you can't tell when he walks!"