When Tang Jiaren thought that Duanmu Xiagui was the son of the second prince, it was easy to pick out two criminals who seemed guilty but were wronged. Just like her theory of the Demon Sect killing your whole family, people with a certain status naturally had to do something, so that they would be worthy of the word "identity".

However, when she sat in the carriage and saw Apan walk into the home of the cloth shop owner, and then naturally returned to the carriage and raised the whip, she became disgusted with the word "identity" for the first time.

The wheels rolled forward, crushing the land and moving forward.

The owner of the cloth shop spit out his tongue of flames, covering up the cruel truth in the burning flames.

The owner of the cloth shop was killed, and no one would continue to pursue justice.

At this time, it was clearly nothing to do with Tang Jiaren, and she was just a fresh soul targeted by the evil ghost. But now, Duanmuxia sent Apan to kill the owner of the cloth shop in order to take her away! With this move, Tang Jiaren could no longer stand outside the circle to look at this matter. The life and death of others seemed to be tied to her, which made her breathless.

People in the martial arts world have their own way of living, but they have nothing to do with the people.

The return of compacting camels is not the last straw, but the limit of piles of straw.

Tang Jiaren did not become hysterical because of the death of the cloth shop owner, but she wrote a note to Duanmu Xia in her heart. This stroke was a bit deep and bloody.

In the carriage, Tang Jiaren put down the small curtains, as if she was isolated from the noise outside; when she withdrew her gaze, she seemed to be unable to see the wanton laughter of the flames.

Duanmuxia narrowed her eyes and looked at Tang Jiaren's every move and every change of her expression. He had a curiosity about her, and it could even be said to be a desire to explore. When he saw her, he was sure that she would become his person, not limited to women.

Not only did she have a beautiful appearance, she was quick-thinking and good-talking, but most importantly, she made him want to laugh.

He is Duanmuxia now, and he smiles every day. It is just right, neither hurry nor slow, nor arrogant, and strives to be the father who loves, is the most sensible, responsible, and kind, and tolerates the son who is most like him. He knows his shortcomings, knows the pain of no one supporting him, but is not ready to turn back. He will never live a life where he cannot be trampled by others. Look, how good is it now, he is arrogant, and the lives of others are like an ant to him. This feeling is really great.

So good that he hopes someone can share with him.

So good that he doesn't want to continue pretending to be himself.

So good that he is willing to take a risk.

Duanmuxia curled the corners of her lips and said: Are you scared?

Tang Jiaren looked up at Duanmuxia and asked: How do you want me to answer? Which answer corresponds to what result

?

Duanmuxia stretched out the fan, picked up Tang Jiaren's chin, slowly approached, looked down at her, and slowly said: You are an interesting woman. Let's play a game, choose one of two. First, you can choose to be my plaything, a woman who is competing for favor in the backyard; second, you can choose to be my knife and be qualified to stand by my side.

Tang Jiaren sat up straight and looked at Duanmuxia.

Duanmu Xia was quite surprised and asked: Do you dare to look at me on the same level?

Tang Jiaren said: Isn’t it a choice of two? I choose dare.

Duanmu Xia's eyes were sleek and she burst out laughing. He said: Do you know who I am?

Tang Jiaren replied very wisely: What I know about you is just as you know about me.

Duanmuxia retreated, looked at Tang Jiaren again, and said: I haven't met a brainy woman for a long time.

Tang Jiaren mocked: That's because you have been staring at those women's breasts, right?

Duanmu Xia choked, and a strange feeling appeared in her heart, a little joyful and annoyed, and some unexplained feelings stirred up.

He simply shut up and said nothing.

Tang Jiaren said: The night is long and the wheels are rolling. We are alone and widowed and we are living in the same room. Should we say something?

Duanmuxia asked: What do you want to say?

Tang Jiaren said: I'm quite puzzled, why do you like me? Even who I am, why don't you ask me if you appear here?

Duanmu Xia turned her eyes away from Tang Jiaren, looked at the Qishen Feng Deng, and said: I don’t know why you appeared here, but I know you were not here for me. This is enough. I need a knife, but I don’t want the tip of the knife to face me. People in this world come and go, and it’s no different from passing by. The more you know, the less you can walk together. Holding hands by chance may not be an opportunity.

Tang Jiaren leaned against the car board, slowly relaxed her body, looked at Duanmuxia carefully, and savored what he said, a trace of sadness flashed through her heart.

Duanmuxia's face is not as bright as the sky, nor as soft as the feather Qianqiong, nor is it as beautiful as the Yang Diao Diao Diao and the Qiu Yuebai's cold and handsome. His face is pretty and looks like the brother next door, so he should smile and make people happy. But now, his face is stained with vicissitudes and loneliness under the swaying light, but sharpness and desire are gradually accumulated in his eyes.

Tang Jiaren really wanted to ask, if time goes back, would he be willing to recognize the second prince as his father?

Perhaps, she should not ask this question, but whether she hated her?

If she had not appeared, he would not have been taken away by the second prince; if she had not been taken away, he would not have been regarded as his father; if she had not been regarded as her father, he would not have the glory and wealth of today; without her wealth of today, he would not have been touched by blood and would continue to rise to power; if she did not have to step on the bones, he would not have made acquaintances unable to recognize the face in front of him. He should have been pure and happy, but he had to smile and say that he was doing well.

Tang Jiaren's lips moved, and she wanted to say something, but she didn't spit out a word after all.

Nowadays, she and he are no longer the silly fat girl living in the alley and Xia Jian, a gambling-loving civilian.

Even if she admitted that she was a fat girl, what could she do? When the second prince sent someone to arrest her, Xia Jian was deeply hurt, but when she turned around, she still regarded the thief as her father? She didn't blame Xia Jian, but she also thought that he was wrong to do this. But the heart that could be close to her was quietly alienated because of this.

Between her and him, there was not only his identity, but also some hatred. She wanted to kill the Second Prince for a day or two. It was an opportunity to go there this time. However, the Second Prince was a big tree that can be climbed by Duanmuxia. If she wanted to pull out the big tree, it would definitely hurt Duanmuxia's interests. Perhaps, this was another turbulent contest.

Tang Jiaren closed her eyes and felt a little tired. Xiuxiu and Diao Diao had not found it yet, and they caused trouble again. Oh, by the way, their little babies are still on Xiao Xuehua. It hurts if you think about it.
Chapter completed!