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It was a very pleasant male voice, and it sounded very young.

It was a very unfamiliar voice, and Yan Hui was not familiar with it.

She wanted to turn her face to look, but she couldn't move her fingers, and she wanted to open her mouth to ask, but found that her lips couldn't spit out a word.

Who is he?!

Yan Hui's heart had huge doubts, and at the same time, fear arose.

It was an instinctive fear of something powerful and unknown.

"Who am I?" The man seemed to chuckle very softly, "If a man knows something he shouldn't know, he must die, and if you don't want to die, don't ask these frivolous questions." ”

Then, he walked over.

Walked out from behind Yan Hui and stood in front of her, facing the valley in front of her with his back to her.

Yan Hui saw him, it was a man dressed in black, very tall, because she had no way to side his face, so she didn't see his face, his body was covered with a black big hat, the hood was rolled up to cover his head and face, and not even a single hair was exposed.

Yan moved her eyes, which was the only movement she could move.

She looked at the palm of the other's hand, but she was still disappointed, the sleeves of his robe hanging down, swaying gently in the night breeze, and Ben didn't show even the tips of his fingers.

"If I give you a chance now, what would you want?" The man asked, turning his back to her.

What does she want?!

Yan Hui was a little puzzled by what the other party meant.

"Anything goes, whatever you want." The man explained.

Hum!

Yan Hui snorted coldly in his heart.

You can get what you want?!

With such a tone, is he a god?!

As if an invisible palm was pinched in his throat, Yan Hui's breathing suddenly became short.

The invisible palm was still tightening, as if it was about to crush her throat, and Yan Hui felt that she was about to die.

She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, her empty lungs ached hotly, her heart seemed to jump out of her chest, and the scene in front of her was blurring little by little.

If she continues like this, she will surely die.

Before the last of her consciousness could blur, the force that had been placed on her throat suddenly vanished.

The air poured into his mouth and nose, and Yan Hui coughed violently.

"It's just a small punishment, and next time, it will be even more painful here."

The man's tone was calm and did not have much emotion, as if, for him, life and death were originally ordinary things, and that posture, like a high god, did not have the slightest emotion of anger.

Can God be angry with an ant?

Of course, no!

It took Yan Hui a long time to stop coughing, and in her heart, she was quickly thinking about the other party's question.

What does she want?

What does she want most?!

Looking at the man in front of him, a figure similar to him flashed in front of Yan Hui's eyes, it was also a man who liked black shirts - that was Beichen.

Along with Beichen, there was another figure.

That figure is much smaller and more slender than Beichen, it is a woman, to be indeed, it is a girl, she has a delicate face, the corners of her lips always like to rise slightly, and the smile is very cute and harmless, but Yan Hui knows best that when she smiles like this, I am afraid that it is when someone is going to be unlucky, because when she laughs, her eyes are not smiling, and in that pair of dark purple eyes, there is more coldness in the world - that is purple pupils.