Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

"So I said from the beginning that it is better to rely on others, especially women, no matter how capable a man is, that is his, not yours." Leng Yetong sneered, adding a cup of tea to himself, He smiled softly, with infinite sadness under his eyes, and said with a bitter smile, "No matter how capable your family and your man are, that is their own, not yours. If one day they intentionally abandon you, you They have no room to fight back. They can only be manipulated by others. If this is the case, why not make yourself stronger earlier, and then don't rely on anyone, even if they are dead. "

"Hitomi, I'm sorry, it reminds you of bad things in the past." Luo Qingrou's eyes flashed with distress, and she reached out and hugged her. She passed until she was there. At that time, Hitomi was an abandoned son, and the family had a little status. The servants would bully her, and later she became stronger and killed all of them, including her father, who was half-blooded.

"What's the matter, it's a society with weak meat and strong food. As the weak, I paid my price. Similarly, when I was reborn in the fire, they as the weak must also pay the price." Leng Yetong smiled coldly With one hand playing the tea cup in his hand, there was a icy coldness in his eyes, and he said with a sneer, "The same is true in this era. Weak meat and strong food will eventually come, but in this era, people call it retribution, such as Liu Suxin. "

"Okay, Hitomi, these unhappy things are over, we don't want to." Luo Qingrou held her arm tighter a bit, and seemed to want to transfer all her unhappiness to herself. Talking.

"It's okay, let's talk about your situation now." Leng Yetong smiled slightly and patted Luo Qingrou's back with a backhand, signaled that she was fine, pushed her away, frowned, and said positively. " As a person of the 21st century, I think you have also watched fantasy dramas and novels of fairy tales, so I will tell you the correct version. "

"Hitomi, shouldn't there be any ghosts in this matter? Will she be the injustice and come back to ask for my life?" Luo Qingrou's shoulders were stiff, and the hairs on her body stood up, shivering. Looking at Leng Yetong, he asked carefully. She wasn't afraid of anything, but she was afraid of ghosts. The reason was because she had a grandma who worshipped Buddha at home all day.

"You are half right, she came to ask for your life, but she is not the wrong soul." Leng Yetong thought about what Luo Qingrou said, then nodded slightly, and gave Luo Qingrou a breath. For a moment, she smiled strangely and continued, "She is a zombie."

"Zombie !?" Luo Qingrou exclaimed, and then seemed to realize that her volume was a little high, and her hands were immediately covering her mouth, her eyes were round, her eyes blinking with terror, and she whispered, tentatively, With broken arms and legs, they walk like the American zombies with headshots, or the Chinese zombies who walk up and down and use spells to suppress them? "

"Neither, how to say it, the mind is resurrected, but the body is not resurrected. The body will still rot and need to be repaired with other people's skin, just like the patch of clothes." Leng Yetong shook gently. Shaking his head, frowning, searching all the words in his head to describe the woman's state after being reborn.