This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

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The words almost came out of the mouth, Fu Shiyu himself was a fluke.

Carl was instantly stiff and stuck in his throat if he wanted to exit. His face grew pale every inch, and the light in his blue eyes gradually replaced death silence.

Turns out… he used him as a substitute.

Karl was very ironic. How did Fu Shiyu, a Westerner, associate Night Xuan with him?

His heart was tight and his pale lips were almost bitten by his teeth, and he could almost taste that sweetness in his mouth.

For a long time, Carl hooked his lips and a pale smile appeared on his face: "Teacher! ”

He was laughing, and the voice was dull after lust, but it sounded so hollow, like a puppet drawn from the soul, without anger.

Fu Shiyu's dark eyes stared at Karl half a dozen times, his emotions gradually dissipated, and he rose from Karl. Obviously, he had lost the excitement he had just received.

Carl got up from the table, didn't care about the dirt on his body, picked up his clothes and quickly put them on before he looked at Fu Shiyu.

By this time his divine colour had returned to nature and his face was a little pale.

“If it's all right, I'll leave first.” Carl spoke faintly.

Fu Shiyu naturally noticed Karl's change and knew his psyche at the moment, but he felt he had no need to explain.

Because Karl is just a toy with a higher value for him.

When he walked to the door, Karl suddenly stopped, turned around and looked calmly at Fu Shiyu.

Fu Shiyu looked at him with no hesitation and waited quietly for Carl to say the following.

“Fu Shiyu... you better not fall in love with me. ”

Karl said with utter serenity.

Fu Shiyu hooked his lips and his eyes revealed a mockery: “Love you? ”

He smiled twice before saying: "Love... is true, but love you... heh! ”

The meaning is self-evident.

Karl shook his body slightly, his fist held tight a few points on his side, nothing more to say, and turned around and left the hilltop villa.

Fu Shiyu took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer, smoked one for himself to ignite, and the smoke spit out of his mouth one lap at a time, but the annoyance in his heart lasted a long time.

……

The top floor of the Royal Hotel is not a luxurious presidential suite, the whole floor is a venue, usually the rich people of City A would choose to host banquets or other high-end parties.

And today, there seems to be a big banquet.

Men in suits, men with commercialized smiles, ladies and ladies with exquisite makeup, the hottest female stars in the entertainment industry, etc. walked into the banquet under the guidance of waiters.

Qin Heng, dressed in a red suit, walked in with a few cynical smiles on his face and a beautiful young mold.

The turbulent red suit, accompanied by a beautiful young model with a face, instantly attracted the attention of the majority of the banquet.

Qin Heng naturally doesn't deliberately dress like this to attract attention, because that's what he always does.

Seeing the young president of East Entertainment, a number of people immediately approached him and greeted Qin Heng.

Yang Yifen walked over with two glasses of red wine and handed one to Qin Heng. He only laughed: "Yo! Master Qin, why are you alone? Where's Big Brother Qin? ”