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He has rarely been beaten a few times in his life, and that is because he doesn't know why he was sacked by others, and he can't always find out who did it. Except for the Waterloo in his life, Qiao Jiarui is true. Didn't get hurt at all.

His skin is even more delicate than a girl's under careful care, and that slap is directly a five-finger print.

The pained Qiao Jiarui wanted to roll all over the floor, looking at Galadriel thinking that he had given the other party a set of eighteen tortures.

He didn't even use magic, he simply slapped the other party, and the other party just lay down with a nosebleed and his face was swollen. Why did he call it the same as killing a pig?

Galadriel also looked at his hand and made sure that there was nothing wrong with his hand. After confirming for a long time, he was very sure that he really just slapped him.

Qiao Jiarui is touching porcelain.

Galadriel was originally angry because the other party called Qiao Nan, and was even more angry because of Qiao Jiarui's touch of porcelain.

Instead of being angry, he smiled, and a smile appeared on that iceberg-like face.

Galadriel's face is naturally extremely good, and it ranks first in the entire elves.

He smiled like a spring breeze, which was refreshing.

It's just that Qiao Jiarui's impression of Galadriel was still on the other side's icy appearance, he had never seen him smile, and for a while he felt that the other side was like a ghost in hell.

"Who is the bastard?" Galadriel stood in front of Qiao Jiarui, stretched out her fingers and pinched Qiao Jiarui's face: "I'll give you another chance, and if you say something wrong, you'll have your tongue pulled out."

"Yes, it's me."

"You're not being honest." Galadriel slapped Qiao Jiarui again, this time on the other side, making Qiao Jiarui's face symmetrical.

"What the hell are you trying to do!"

"Tell me all about Jonan, all that you know—all—things—"

Qiao Jiarui's handsome face was swollen like a pig's head at this time, and his words were a little vague, "He, he is my brother, an illegitimate child."

illegitimate child?

impossible!

Your Majesty is an elf...

No, His Majesty was reincarnated as a human race, so naturally he has brothers and sisters.

"His mother was also an illegitimate daughter who seduced my father and became pregnant with Qiao Nan."

Qiao Jiarui received another slap on the face.

This time Qiao Jiarui knew how to speak properly. Galadriel wiped her fingers with a handkerchief, and lowered her eyes to listen to Qiao Jiarui talk about His Majesty's childhood.

"Qiao Nan's mother had a relationship with my father. It was my father's first love, but my father wanted to inherit the Qiao family, so he couldn't be with that illegitimate daughter." Qiao Jiarui spat out a mouthful of blood with teeth: "But At that time, the woman was pregnant, so she came to the door with a belly on her stomach and asked for an explanation, but my mother beat her out with a broom."

Having said this, Qiao Jiarui habitually laughed: "I want to fly to the branches and become a phoenix? Don't even look at what I am."

"It seems that you still don't understand what I'm talking about." Galadriel grabbed Qiao Jiarui's hair and picked him up: "Now, immediately, apologize to Qiao Nan and Auntie."

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☆、Chapter 46

My vests are all over the world

Volume 1

Chapter 46

Chapter 46

"Are you really not coming?" The evil of the world said slowly in Qiao Nan's ear, "I have a lot of things here that you don't know."

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Jonan gestured to Amos, pulled his hand away, and walked through the darkness to the door.

That gate is an iron fence, which separates the other half of the red world into two completely different worlds, and the person who speaks is exactly the same as the outside world, but with a richer and deeper black.

These blacks were almost condensed into substance, and a vague human figure could be seen. Qiao Nan stood in front of the door and saw everything in the door.

When standing far away, Qiao Nan didn't smell the smell here, but when he stood close, Qiao Nan smelled the stench emanating from the door.

The red fog inside the door shrouded the building behind it, blurring it, and only vaguely could see that it was a building similar to a castle.

The black mist condensed by the evil of the world saw Qiao Nan, but smiled lightly, the human figure moved to the door, and stretched out a hand from the door.

When the hand stretched out of the fence, it became an arm exactly like a human limb. The arm had slightly pale skin, slender fingers, pink and round nails, and distinct joints. It was obviously a man's hand.

That hand wanted to grab Qiao Nan, but Qiao Nan subconsciously avoided it.

"Why are you so afraid of me." The old and hoarse voice of Evil in the World became the voice of another person, and the black mist became another person that Qiao Nan was familiar with under Qiao Nan's eyes.

The man has long golden hair that hangs down like a waterfall, and his golden-green eyes are full of tenderness. He wears a laurel crown on his head and wears a pure white robe, with ornaments made of leaf patterns on his arms and neck.

It was Galadriel, but not the Galadriel he was familiar with.

Galadriel in his impression should be a little boy with black hair and golden eyes and a shy smile. Even in the last days of his life, Galadriel still looked like a small child.

Instead of the current situation, there was some sarcasm and indifference in the smile, as if everyone was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

"Why did you become him?" Qiao Nan asked with a frown.

He didn't want to see Galadriel, especially in the evil of the world.

"Don't you like him?" The Evil of the World imitated Galadriel's voice and said, "Then I'll change another one, who do you like more? Amos? Cyril? Or Li Bai, or maybe Bo Ceci?"

It said that while exchanging its appearance for the appearance of the person it said it had.