Villain of Destiny: Start from crushing the protagonist

Hearing the dickhead man in front of him mention watching movies again, Sa Luoli's pretty face flushed with embarrassment.

As a powerful person who has stepped up to the pinnacle of the world step by step from the law of the jungle that is crueler than beasts.

Sa Luoli regards her own life more preciously than most people.

If it wasn't for being on the verge of life and death again and again, struggling to survive with all your strength.

No matter how talented she is, it is impossible for her to reach the heights she is today.

So compared to your own precious life.

Watching a movie in front of a man, the shame of a woman is really nothing.

It's just that although I have made a decision in my heart, I think of myself a minute ago, and I vowed to boast in front of this dick.

Even if I, Sa Luoli, were to die, I would never watch such disgusting movies.

It's only now that every minute has passed, but I have to hug my phone and say it smells so good.

This makes the arrogant god of destruction, Lord Saroli, really ashamed!
"Boss, do you still like the style of Blame Shushu vs. Youth Lolita?"

Shen Qingyan seemed to have seen through Saroli's mind, seeing her pretty face turned blue and red, and her whole body seemed to be about to suffocate internal injuries.

With a smile, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on the unfinished action movie, and handed it to Sa Luoli again.

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Sa Luoli looked at the mobile phone that Shen Qingyan handed over, and the hand that grabbed the man's neck visibly trembled slightly.

But thinking of this thing does have the miraculous effect of distracting one's mental power and alleviating one's pain.

She hesitated for a moment, and finally let go of Shen Qingyan's neck.

With a blushing face, she took the man's cell phone and began to look at it intently.

"I don't want to look at the pure little loli."

Sa Luoli looked at it for a few seconds, then raised her head and stared at the hateful man in front of her with her foggy eyes.

He hesitated to say this sentence, which made her extremely ashamed.

"There are more than 30 G films, and there are all kinds of styles."

"What do you like to watch, swipe the screen to find it slowly."

Shen Qingyan looked up at Sa Luoli, and only half-spoken to ask her to find the film by herself.

But when he met the woman in front of him, those eyes seemed to melt everything in the world.

What he hadn't finished speaking came to an abrupt end!
What the hell!

What did I see?
The most terrifying goddess of death in the dark world, Saroli, who is regarded as a taboo by countless powerful people, actually has such a tender demeanor! ! !
The peerless childlike face, the slender waist that can be grasped gracefully, and the towering and proud mountain peak.

The skin on the body is like a baby, white and smooth without any blemishes!

The temperament is cool and elegant, revealing a bit of charming and charming.

Such a charming girl, a natural beauty in the heart of a loli girl.

What would it be like to be held in his arms?

Shen Qingyan met Saroli's eyes, feeling a little suffocated, even showing signs of losing his mind.

He never thought that the number one beauty in the dark world, who unintentionally revealed her charm, would possess such a terrifying charm!

This woman is simply a fairy!

"I don't want to see pure little lolita"

Saroli was stared straight at by the man in front of her, and somehow panicked in her heart.

But even though she felt very at a loss for this weird emotion.

But the stubborn Lord God of Destruction still emphasized to Shen Qingyan that he didn't understand the requirement of pure little lolita style!
Watching movies is already embarrassing enough for Sa Luoli.

I want her to choose and watch the genre she likes.

This matter between a man and a woman is still only in the textbook, for Sa Luoli, who is a blank sheet of paper.

The degree of shame is no less than that of being in a movie with a dick.

"Okay, I'll change it to the boss right away."

Shen Qingyan was stunned for a few breaths before slowly waking up from Saroli's charm.

Although in his heart he couldn't understand the strange behavior of the woman in front of him.

But still pretending to be a dick who obeyed her orders, leaned against her and swipe the screen of the phone, and began to change styles constantly.

"how about this?"

"what about this?"

"Don't you like this?"

"Uh, so you like this kind of thing."

Shen Qingyan changed more than a dozen action movies in a row with different styles.

Sa Luoli blushed and glanced at him, then stared at him with her beautiful eyes, without saying a word.

Until he accidentally slipped into a small video recorded in a cosplay with Liang Xuebing.

This very picky woman finally began to concentrate on watching!

"Fortunately, it's easier to pretend to be Yang Xiaofan."

"Otherwise, if you suddenly reveal your real identity because you are choosing a film for this woman, you will die of laughter."

When Shen Qingyan saw Sa Luoli staring at the video of herself and Liang Xuebing, her face flushed red.

For a moment, he felt a little weird.

But fortunately, this woman didn't know Liang Xuebing, so when she came to Yang Xiaofan's house, she simply changed her appearance.

There is no need to worry, because the matter of watching the film exposed the true identity of the young master of the Shen family.

"Clean the kitchen knife with white wine, and continue to use the knife to remove the shrapnel from this seat."

Sa Luoli blushed and watched the film for 2 minutes, feeling that the pain of her wound had eased a lot.

She turned her head and glanced at Shen Qingyan beside her, pointed to the kitchen knife in his hand, and gave the order to fetch the shrapnel again.

"Okay, I'm going to clean the knife right now."

Shen Qingyan saw that Sa Luoli seemed calm on the surface, but her toes were unconsciously tangled together when she was stepping on the floor.

Knowing that the goddess of death at this time, her heart must be as turbulent as a stormy sea.

With a smile on his face, he nodded respectfully.

Turning around, carrying the white wine, he walked to the kitchen, and honestly went to clean the kitchen knife.

"I don't know when Saroli and I go to the psychiatric hospital to find Lord Xiao back."

"He suddenly realized that he was worshiping a god in his heart, and he could only look at the master who dared not blaspheme from a distance, and fell in love with a little bastard like me who has no power to restrain a chicken and only knows how to talk."

"Will our Grand Palace Master Xiao be so angry that he vomits blood again and be admitted to the mental hospital again?"

Shen Qingyan was washing knives in the kitchen, peeking out of the corner of his eye at Sa Luoli who was twisting and turning on the sofa, who was clearly emotional.

Thinking of this in his heart, the smile on his face, which was more evil than the devil, couldn't help but become deeper and deeper.