The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 135 The Overlord’s White Moonlight Is Back (47)

Amid the woman's upgraded complaint, Fuso opened the closed curtains.

Even through the thick glass, the harsh afternoon sun can feel the scorching heat.

Looking around, the blue sea and the blue sky are in a line, and the windless sea is as calm as a mirror.

She is actually at sea?

Fusang frowned.

She drifted on the sea for a few months before returning to Yuncheng, and in just a few days, she returned to the sea again?
angry!

"Go back to bed and lie down, you can't walk around, this is not allowed!"

The woman walked quickly to Fusang's side, pulling her arm to pull her onto the bed.

Fusang shook her off irritably, and strode toward the door with bare feet.

She thought that the door would be locked, or that someone was blocking the door to prevent her from escaping, but she was miraculously not encountered any obstacles, and the process of walking out of the room was extremely smooth.

Except for a nagging foreign woman who kept saying no to Fusang.

Fuso thought, maybe because she was at sea, Akashi felt that there was no way for her to escape.

This is a private yacht.

Step out of the bedroom and you'll soon be on the outdoor deck.

The sea breeze with the unique salty smell of the sea rushed towards his face, and his soft hair was entangled around his neck.

Fusang raised his hands and tied his hair behind his ears, and stepped onto the scorching sun-baked deck with his bare feet.

"Wow wow wow wow!"

The woman screamed in surprise.

"Wait! Wait! I'll get you shoes! Wait for me!"

Fusang ignored the bluffing woman, she walked straight to the end of the deck and stopped in front of the guardrail.

It was the hottest time of the day, and she was just exposed to the sun, and the burning sensation on the soles of her feet dissipated the unspeakable negative emotions in her heart.

Within a short while, her fair skin was slightly reddened by the sun, and fine beads of sweat emerged from the tip of her forehead and nose.

Someone approached from behind her, went straight to her and squatted down.

Cool palms grasped her slender and delicate ankles.

"Lift your feet."

Fusang lowered her eyelids, from her angle, she could only see Mingsi's soft and refreshing hair top.

He knelt down on one knee, devoutly like a sincere knight guarding the queen.

Fusang followed his strength and raised her legs, obediently letting him put on her shoes.

Looking away from Mingsi, Fusang silently looked at the endless sea.

"What are you looking at?"

Ming Si stood up straight.

The scorching sun made him start to sweat too.

"I want revenge."

The task given to her by the system is to find out the real culprit behind the plot to poison the original owner.

In fact, it is already clear who the murderer is. Fusang only needs to find out more details, and the task can be almost completed.

But the nightmare that seemed to be possessed just now made Fusang suddenly overwhelmed with the heart of the Virgin.

Tang Fu, that vicious woman, designed a poisonous scheme to destroy the original owner's life for her own selfish desire.

But the real culprit who tortured and made the original owner worse than death was the boss behind the prostitute village.

Damn him!
revenge?

Revenge for what?

Ming Si showed doubts in his eyes, thought about it, and asked tentatively: "Sister, have you recovered your memory?"

Fusang's eyes shifted from the distant sea level to Ming Si's face.

He and Ming Zhan are brothers.

But in fact, the two have no similarities in appearance, temperament, and temperament.

When Ming Zhan was 17 years old, Ming Bosheng died of illness. He was just a sophomore in high school that year and took over the Ming Group under pressure.

As for Ming Si, who is also a sophomore in high school now, but has an extreme personality, black-bellied and paranoid, and he is not like a normal person when he goes crazy.

Two completely different people, but brothers of the same father and mother.

"Although the memory has not been fully recovered, it reminds me of a memory that is worse than life and more terrifying than being in hell."

Fusang told Ming Si about the horrible and humiliating experience of the original owner in the prostitute village.

The young man listened quietly, with an indifferent expression, and a strong shadow of prey flashed across his eyes, as cold as ice.

Even though he was standing under the scorching sun, there was a gloomy and cold aura flowing around him.

"The deal between us is not over, I want revenge, only you can help me!
When it's all over, my eyes are still yours! "

Fusang's words successfully made Ming Si's eyes fall on hers.

These eyes were as clear and clean as when he first saw them, as beautiful as black pearls.

He has always wanted such a pair of thick black pupils.

A trace of envy appeared in the amber pupils.

The cold breath stopped, he tilted his head slightly, his beautiful eyebrows showed a well-behaved and harmless expression.

"However, this ship is bound for country Y, and I have no way to change the course."

Fusang has been very used to his emotional changes that can be freely retracted.

Standing on tiptoe, she put her tender lips close to his jade-like ears, and her hoarse voice was somewhat coaxing: "Hey, you can do it, Mingsi won't let sister down, right?"

The faint fragrance spread into the nasal cavity, as if it came from the bones, more alluring than poppies.

Ming Si buried his face into Fusang's shoulder uncontrollably, and took a deep breath.

The powerful arms firmly locked her slender waist, so strong that he wished to rub her into his own flesh and blood.

"Sister, you smell so good."

(End of this chapter)