The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Agarwood leads the way into the huge entrance garden of the Pang family manor.

It was quiet all around, and the bodyguards didn't stop her.

She was alone, her head lowered and staring at her footsteps.

At this moment, I feel cold all over my body, as if I have fallen into an endless abyss.

There was darkness and cold all around, without a trace of light or warmth.

Loneliness follows him like a shadow, and Agarwood feels that he has nowhere to hide and no way to escape.

She stood in front of Pang's house and rang the doorbell.

The moment the door opened, I expected to see the butler, but I didn't expect that it was Pang Xianshun himself who opened the door.

He had a bright smile of unknown meaning on his face, as if he was enjoying some kind of game.

"Miss Shen, what a coincidence that you came here. I'm making afternoon tea." Pang Xianshun's voice was relaxed and pleasant.

Chen Xiangyin's eyes were full of anger, his hands were clenched into fists, and his nails dug deeply into his palms, dripping with blood.

Her voice was low and hoarse, and every word was like a curse coming from the depths of hell: "Why did you do this?"

Pang Xianshun fiddled with the tea set on the table and raised his face inadvertently: "What?" His voice was frivolous, and Chen Xiangyin caught a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Pang Xianshun was pouring tea, and as the water poured into the tea cup, the agarwood smelled of the oily skin of bergamot orange and other orange fruits.

This scent inexplicably calmed her down a bit.

But this calm is just the calm before the storm.

Pang Xianshun continued to pretend to be innocent and entertained him warmly: "Good tea should be drunk at the right time. You came just in time. Come and have a try."

His words were full of sarcasm and contempt.

The anger caused by agarwood was like a volcano erupting in an instant.

She rushed forward, picked up the teapot with boiling water on the table, and threw it at Pang Xianshun's face.

Pang Xianshun jumped up and dodged sideways.

"Young Master Pang is so nimble." Chen Xiang sneered coldly, picked up the teacup on the table with her backhand, and banged it on the table.

The tea cup shattered and cut her palm. Chen Xiangyin felt no pain. He picked up a large piece of ceramic shard and flew toward Pang Xianshun, waving his arms.

Pang Xianshun just dodged the blow and leaned back awkwardly to avoid it, and was scratched on the abdomen by the ceramic piece.

"Why aren't you agile again?"

Chen Xiang kicked the ground with all his strength, jumped up and grabbed Pang Xianshun's hair, put his elbow on the side of his neck, and stabbed Pang Xianshun's eyes with the hand holding the ceramic piece without hesitation.

Pang Xianshun suddenly burst out with a strong aura, and quickly blocked Chen Xiang's hand holding the murder weapon.

Chen Xiangyin tried his best to fight against it, the cold sweat on his forehead rolled down his cheeks, and his arms trembled slightly.

"Miss Shen, what are you doing! Where did I offend you?!"

Where did it happen? !

Chen Xiangyin's heart felt like it was torn into millions of pieces. She thought of He Chongtian's unbearable expression, and strong despair and helplessness swept through her body.

"What did I do wrong? Just tell me and tell me!" Pang Xianshun was still arrogant.

Agarwood mobilizes the mind and thoughts and increases the strength of the hands.

The irregular sharp points of the ceramic piece were no closer than Pang Xianshun's fragile eyeball.

Pang Xianshun suddenly turned around and burst out with inhuman strength, burning Chen Xiangyin's hand.

The fire of karma is indeed on him!

In this case, the clue on the CD is that Pang Xianshun did it on purpose!

Pang Xianshun took a few steps back and said, "Agarwood! I'm helping you!"

Chen Xiang ignored it and chased after him step by step. He gritted his teeth and said, "Where did you hide the evil statue?!"

Pang Xianshun kept backing away from her.

"Why do you want to be an enemy of him? Don't you understand yet? You and He Chongtian are not the same kind of people! Isn't it bad that he sees it? How long are you going to keep it secret?"

"If he doesn't want to accept you, everyone will abandon you, but..."

"Master Pang..." A timid female voice sounded behind Shen Xiangyin.

Chen Xiang looked back and saw a woman who looked very similar to herself!

The woman was wearing a bright red cheongsam, and her figure was very similar to hers!

Chen Xiangyin froze on the spot in shock, "Who are you?!"

Pang Xianshun's phone rang suddenly. He picked up the call and listened to a few words. His brows became tighter and tighter, and he turned and walked out the door.

Chen Xiangyin stepped forward to chase after him, but after just two steps, the woman behind him begged with a tearful voice: "Miss Shen!"

Chen Xiangyin suddenly stopped and looked at the woman who looked exactly like him again.

The image is not like the spirit, too cowardly, without her sharpness, nor her boredom.

"Who are you?!" Chen Xiangyin raised his voice and asked again.

"My name is...Xiang Ying, yearning for Xiang, shadow's shadow."

Chen Xiang's disgust reached its peak, "What else?"

She couldn't see the pitiful, disgusting, and strange look on this woman's face against hers.

"I am..." Xiang Ying lowered his eyes, "I don't know how to say it."

Chen Xiangyin turned around to see that Pang Xianshun hurriedly answered the phone and had already left.

"What's your relationship with Pang Xianshun?"

"Hire."

"What's your relationship with Pang Wenkui?"

"Same."

Chen Xiang's eyes turned colder, and her brows were full of disgust: "Why do I hire you?"

"Appreciate...appreciate..." Xiang Ying raised his face and secretly glanced at Chen Xiangyin's expression.

Agarwood feels like eating a dead fly.

The woman in front of her had no strength or any trace of magic power. She looked like an ordinary person.

She didn't know what to do with it.

Ignoring it, she couldn't do it.

She can't kill innocent people indiscriminately.

How many idiots do Pang Wenkui and Pang Xianshun still have? ! How much backup did Pang Wenkui have? !

What on earth are they going to do! !

Chen Xiangyin squatted down with some collapse, put his arms on his knees, slowly opened his palms, and the ceramic piece slipped off.

Physiological nausea struck again, and the agarwood caused vomiting.

"I'm sorry, Miss Shen..." The soft voice was accompanied by the soft touch. Chen Xiang's eyes sparkled, and he caught a glimpse of Xiang Ying squatting in front of her, wiping the cuts and burns on her palms with a handkerchief.

"I know it's a great offense to me to do this to you...but I have no choice..."

Chen Xiangyin didn't respond. He drew back his hand and kept his distance from her.

She didn't dare to think about what Pang Wenkui or Pang Xianshun had done to have such a fake by their side.

Did they take her for her? !

why? !

Disgusting, so disgusting!

Agarwood was filled with anger and shame.

Immortality, everyone is flocking to her, and everyone can't get it, so they flock to her and do whatever they can to pervert her!

Chen Xiangyin felt that she was naked and ugly, and her personality had been trampled into mud, but they still wouldn't let her go...

"Miss Shen, don't be in trouble with your body..." Xiang Ying approached again, this time carrying the medical kit.

Chen Xiangyin seemed to see himself through his dazed tearful eyes.

This time she didn't pull her hand away and let her bandage it.

"Why do you say you have no choice? Someone is threatening you?"

Xiang Ying smiled bitterly, helplessly dazed for a moment, and for a moment, his mind was like the empty space caused by agarwood.

"It used to be for money, but now... I can't escape it."

Can't escape...

Three harsh words.

Chen Xiangyin suddenly said firmly: "I'll help you."