Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

"To, to know brother?"

Lu Zhizhi's ears were buzzing, embarrassment, anger, but most of all he was suppressed and sad. All kinds of emotions that he had never had before grabbed him tightly, and his eyes full of anger fell on Lu Xingfu's face.

That face that was almost exactly the same as his... that face that he hated to the extreme at first sight!

Lu Xingfu looked at him indifferently, and when Leer looked at him, he smiled provocatively and mockingly at him.

It was so irritating that Lu Zhizhi's mind was only filled with anger that burned all his reason: "Go to hell!"

Without even thinking about it, he threw the thing in his hand at him fiercely.

Song Le frowned, subconsciously tried to block it, but was perfectly protected into Lu Xingfu's arms, and let out a muffled groan.

Throwing it was a hand-warming stove, and the charcoal fire inside flew everywhere.

One even fell onto the bed, and Song Le didn't have time to react, so he hurriedly extinguished it with a pillow before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Going to look at Lu Xingfu again, the commoner clothes were already thin, but when they met the scorching red charcoal fire, they were scalded immediately and injured their arms.

Suddenly a shadow shrouded the top of the head, and at the same time a face full of hatred and coldness appeared on the lake.

He once watched the fish by the lake, so that it would be more realistic when he painted.

After being rescued, he became seriously ill, and the queen mother kept crying in her arms, cursing the scourge in despair, saying that it was not his brother, but a ghost, a ghost who came to take his life.

When Lu Zhizhi finally left, his hands and feet were cold, and he had already made a cruel decision in his heart. He wanted to expel him and scratch that face!

The queen mother was angry and frightened, so she begged her father to give an order, tied her up in a dirty and cold dungeon, whipped and tortured her angrily.

The water was cold and unfathomable, and he almost drowned.

He couldn't kill this man, just as he couldn't kill him.

After Lu Xingfu heard her voice coming out of the courtyard, he said, "It's so pitiful, she doesn't even look at you."

Song Le was stunned, then looked at the rapidly red and swollen area in shock and distress, bit her lip, and didn't dare to delay for a moment to find cold water to cool down, and said in a low trembling voice: "Wait for me to get the medicine."

close your eyes.The scenes of eight years ago rushed to my face, and I still have lingering fears.

He looks exactly like him, but looks like a life-threatening evil spirit.

When the head is beheaded, the executioner will kneel tremblingly before him; the same is true for hanging; the most appalling thing is that the drinker himself goes crazy before the poison is brought to him!

Running out in a hurry, he didn't even look at Lu Zhizhi from the beginning to the end.

Lu Xingfu's bottomless black eyes were full of coldness, but the corner of his lips raised a cruel smile and said: "Not many, she's the only one."

……

It was as indifferent as a declarative sentence, and there was no trace of the pain just now.

"You bastard!" Lu Zhizhi felt angry again when he thought of that incident, killing intent flashed in his eyes, but he still pressed down firmly.

There were only two people who hated each other in the room, just like looking in a mirror, they were exactly the same, but one was angry, one was embarrassed, one was like a cloud, and the other was like mud.

He was violently pushed down the lake.

"How many more people do you want to harm?!" Lu Zhizhi said angrily and fearfully, no longer as gentle and cheerful as before.

Indeed, otherwise, how could it not be killed.

He didn't want to see how Leer took care of him and how he ignored him.

But during that time, a plague spread strangely in the palace, and countless people fell ill.

After he was released, he recovered without any medicine.

How unscrupulous.

But it can't be killed.Can't kill.Can't kill!

The hatred and jealousy that had been suppressed for a long time surged in Lu Zhizhi's heart, his eyes were full of haze, and he continued to walk back after a while.