The world's most favored alchemist

Chapter 190

Luoxi breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of his lips twitched uncontrollably. Dealing with demons, he really couldn't relax for a moment. Who knew when he would suddenly lose his nerve and snap himself,

"Mr. Ling, if the little girl has offended you in the past without knowing the depth, and I hope that you will be generous and forgive me a little, then don't worry about it with a mere little girl. Mr. Ling is handsome and handsome, and his demeanor is even better in the world. No one can match her, and she will be a person who will achieve great things in the future, and the little girl is just an ordinary and ordinary weak girl who can no longer be ordinary. In this life, she only hopes to live in a corner and have three meals a day. The people around you can be safe and healthy, and it is enough to live a mediocre life, why do you bother to hold on?"

"Oh? You can also be considered a weak woman, so you don't know how to plot against your aunt, frame your elder sister, ruin your reputation, turn around and play ghosts, beat your father and concubine, and ruin your concubine's appearance... If you are a weak woman, there is no poison in this world." wife."

The man sneered, a pair of deep and evil black eyes slantedly glanced at Luoxi, his thin lips lifted, and he leaned lazily against the back of the chair, sneering in a rather disdainful tone,

Luoxi didn't even twitch her eyelids, she combed a simple hairstyle in front of the bronze mirror, looked around, took out a simple but elegant hairpin from the dressing box, and put it on.
There is no way, she may not have much talent in women's grooming. After studying for so long, she has not even learned the superficiality of a complicated and cumbersome bun style, so she can only make do with it.

After tidying up her makeup, she looked at the bronze mirror and saw that there was nothing wrong with it. She listened attentively, and saw the sound of footsteps coming from outside, which was still in a mess, but she didn't hear any high-pitched shouts, shouts, it seemed The fire is under control, or is about to be extinguished,

Luoxi smiled slightly at the corner of his lips, lowered his head, lowered his eyes and carefully smoothed the wrinkle-free skirt,
Regarding the insidious and vicious things that someone unceremoniously exposed one after another, any one of them may drive her into a desperate situation,

Her expression was indifferent and calm, and there was no movement in her brows, as if the man was talking about an irrelevant person, and there was no trace of nervousness and panic dodging after the evil deeds were exposed.
Everyone in Yexiao Palace can live in the palace in a stately manner. It is conceivable that its power is huge. It is not difficult to find out what a weak woman in her area is doing. Besides, she will not be afraid if she does To be discovered and revealed someday,

She wasn't the mastermind of those things, she was just fueling the flames for others, changing roles temporarily,

Is it possible that if someone wants to kill her, she must wash her neck and send it up? If someone wants to destroy her innocence and tarnish her reputation, she should just wait to be accused by Wan Fu,
"Mr. Ling, the fire has been brought under control. Someone will search here when there is half a stick of incense at most. Shouldn't you leave the palace quickly?"

Ling Hanyu's sinister and gloomy cold eyes stared at Luoxi with radiance, the eyes were deep and sharp, and a bloodthirsty coldness flashed by,

"Women who are too smart are really disgusting. If Miss Ouyang wants to live a long life, it's better not to pretend to be smart in the future."

The sharp cold wind blows through the ears and temples like a sharp blade, and a strand of hair flutters down,

The flickering candlelight in the room was instantly dimmed, Luoxi felt a tingling pain on his face, and the blood flowing all over his body was as cold as if frozen in ice,

In the darkness, Luoxi sat silently in the chair for a while, then slowly and nonchalantly took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, fumbled to wipe a not-so-deep wound on his temple, his eyes were cold,
(End of this chapter)