The female supporting role of the abusive novel was once again manipulated by the coquettish villain

After the surroundings quieted down, Ying Lian walked to the hanging corridor outside the gate of the hall and looked at the layers of towering ancient trees.

Knowing that these words are just rumors and cannot be fully believed, she still feels turbulent because of these bamboo poles that move the water.

She couldn't help laughing at herself.

This feeling is really, not very good.

At this time, the servant girl Xiao Xun came over, bowed behind her, and saluted.

"Your Majesty, please see me on the fifth floor."

Ying Lian naturally knew that the fifth owner was Su Linhua, she hesitated for a moment, and said, "Please come to Xingwu Palace."

The Xingwu Hall is a bedroom that Su Yu prepared for her in the Burning Blood Nether Palace, and it is almost exactly the same as the Xingwu Hall on Hengyue Xianshan Mountain.

Although he has been forcing him to stay in the lord's bedroom, it is not suitable for receiving guests.

"Yes." After Xiao Xun answered, he walked out along the hanging corridor.

Ying Lian looked at the dark forest corner in the distance, and frowned.

Su Linhua can appear with her real identity. It can be seen that she has discovered her real identity. However, even if she knows that she is a fetish, she does not necessarily know her real body.

So, what is the purpose of her coming to her?

Without any high probability thoughts, she looked away and walked slowly towards the designated location.

there is always a solution to a problem.

There is nothing more reassuring than saying it clearly in person.

soon.

Walking into the Xingwu Temple, she immediately saw Su Linhua sitting at the table wearing an exotic purple gauze dress.

She didn't speak, but walked slowly to sit opposite her, poured a cup of tea for her, and poured another cup for herself.

"Please." She had a distant smile on her face, and she was justly knowledgeable and reasonable.

Su Linhua glanced at her, and noticed the faint haggardness on her face and the darkness in her eyes, she couldn't help but be surprised.

It seemed that Ying Lian didn't want to stay in the Burning Blood Nether Palace, nor was she attached to the Queen, a position that symbolized power.

She originally thought about all the scenes of meeting Ying Lian again, she thought about the anger she felt after being cheated, or the disappointment she felt after she made a wrong payment.

But no, she is just, like a perfect queen, receiving unfamiliar guests.

She lowered her eyes to hide the darkness in them.You can be so indifferent only if you don't care. For Yu Yinglian, she actually just met by chance from the beginning to the end.

"Long time no see, you are so pale." Su Linhua said jokingly.

Ying Lian's current status does not know how much higher than her, and she is not afraid, she randomly throws a crime of "big disrespect", which makes her breathless.

Ying Lian shrugged indifferently, and chuckled, "The fortune is bad."

If those women chasing power were here, they would definitely be ironic after hearing this.

After all, being able to be below one person and above ten thousand people is already a delusion that they can't pursue, but in Ying Lian's mouth, it is like a rag that can be discarded like a worn-out shoe.

Su Linhua curled her lips into a smile, her fox eyes were raised up, her charm was as gorgeous as spring peaches and plums, dazzling.

She put her hands on the table, bent her elbows to support her face, looked at Ying Lian, her face was full of enchantment and laziness.

"Hey, I want to know, how on earth do you know my real identity?"

With the other hand shaking the tea in the cup, she lowered her eyes in the middle of her words, and her eyes fell on the tea leaves in the white porcelain cup.

Ying Lian raised the teacup in his hand, took a sip, and placed it on the table in front of him.

"At first." She said calmly.

When Su Linhua heard this, she just paused for a while shaking the hand holding the teacup, and then swished the tea lightly.

As expected, Ying Lian really knew her true identity from the very beginning.

But she was very puzzled, since she knew her details from the beginning, why did she still follow her play and accompany her to continue acting.

Seeing the suspicion in her eyes, Ying Lian raised her eyelids and looked straight at her, "Everything in this world has a cause and an effect, I just want to find the effect from the cause."

Butterfly effect, one hair will move the whole body.

Following the development of the plot, she had to do so.

The facts were indeed as she had imagined, just that she deviated from the original track in some places, and the Heavenly Dao sent her the Nascent Soul Thunder Calamity, which was comparable to the Thunder Calamity Out of Body.

It can be seen from this that Tiandao has already noticed her strange existence, if she is not the chosen one, she will definitely be obliterated.

However, she still doesn't know which one she is.

"It seems that I was too careless at that time." Even so, Su Linhua's face was only calm.

If it was someone else, they would definitely exclude dissidents intentionally because they were afraid of her disaster, and no matter how bad it was, they would try their best to avoid it.

But Ying Lian is a person who can perfectly combine cherishing life with not being afraid of powerful enemies. Amid her stubbornness, she also has her own way of life.

She thought, if Ying Lian had known Su Yu's true identity from the very beginning, as long as he hadn't done any real harm at that time, even if she knew that he would be a devil in the future, she wouldn't take advantage of him to be weak when he was young. Soon after he comes out.

It is impossible for the most just and strict people to define crimes for others.

"I think that's the reason why I haven't done anything to you all this time." She tilted her head, and hooked her lips again, with her own charm.

She had to admit that Ying Lian had a personality charm that she had never seen before.

She is like a lotus that grows into thorns, even if surrounded by layers of sharp thorns, even if the delicate petals are cut by sharp thorns, she will not lower her head.

Firm and soft, cold and warm.

"Even if you do something, I can fight back." She was stating the facts.

"Tell me, what about you? How do you know?" This question was not explained, but everyone in the authorities knew it well.

She actually wanted to know where the plot started to deviate from.

In the original plot, Ying Lian should have died in the Vientiane Clock, at the hands of long-term abuse and fake Suyu.

But now, the plot has deviated. In the original plot, Ying Lian reached the Nascent Soul stage later, and she did not receive the inheritance of Ling Yun's sword art.

If the plot started to deviate from an earlier place, perhaps, she could better bring the general direction of the plot back to the original track.

Otherwise, what she will face will be the obliteration of heaven.

"During the time when you disappeared, but I wasn't sure about it at that time, but I was sure about it last night."

She took a sip of tea, but because she didn't know how to taste tea, she was frowned by the bitter taste.

"So, how are you doing?" She tentatively asked, but there was not much worry on her face.

Su Linhua put down the teacup in her hand and glanced at her, as if thinking of something funny, she straightened her body.

"I originally wanted to tie you back to the Demon Realm, but now, I don't dare."

She said she didn't dare, but she still had a lazy smile on her face, as if what she said was not something that caused conflicts, but just a child's prank.

"so?"

"Now, I want to use a more peaceful way to kidnap people or something, it's too unladylike."

She pinched the red cardamom on her fingertips, turned over the back of her hand, stretched her hand far away, and carefully looked at the pink color on her fingertips.

"What you want to know, there is someone who can tell you very clearly." Her tone remained unchanged, but there was a hidden whirlpool.

"Huh?" Ying Lian stroked the hair that was blown against her cheek by the wind, wondering.

"You know what I want to know?" she asked.