However, when the lilac mist around the man faded, Huang Qingwan's heart trembled inexplicably, and his eyes couldn't help but widen!

The person in front of him, with a delicately contoured face, has no facial features!

It's empty, only a white Mori Sen dough!

The contrast between the front and the back, the beauty and the horror, was too sudden, even though Huang Qingwan was used to seeing strong winds and waves, but he was still startled by this man with no facial features.

In this world, Nima is fantastic!

"What, scared?" The faceless man snorted coldly, his voice long and cold.

The jade fingers moved slightly, pinching Huang's chin lightly, "Hmm, this face is really good-looking." ”

The coldness of her fingers, with a slight touch, seemed to freeze her whole body.

Huang Qingwan forcibly calmed down, staring at the faceless man in front of her, she still hasn't figured out what happened to her, but those night eyes are still a little bloodthirsty, "Who are you?" ”

"Mozun." The faceless man's voice was as light as an orchid, as if floating from a distance, but it was like a brand, deeply seared into her heart.

"Trouble hands to get away." Huang Qingwan stared coldly at his hand that lifted her chin and said.

"Huh." Mo Zun laughed lightly, picked up her chin, slid down, went around her neck, and pressed the phoenix under her body to one side.

Huang's heart was cold, but his body couldn't exert half of his strength.

Mo Zun buried his head in her neck socket, although he had no facial features, he still had five senses, smelling the clean gardenia fragrance on Huang Qing's body, he seemed to be a lot quieter.

Huang lightly stretched her body, her brain was clear and calm, in the current situation, she naturally would not act rashly, but now she has come to an unknown world, and if she is not careful, she will be crushed.

After a while, Mo Zun said quietly, "You don't seem to be afraid of me much?" ”

"Should I be afraid of you?"

Huang's voice did not fluctuate in the slightest, she was indeed taken aback when she saw him before, but it was only a fleeting surprise.

Now that I'm calming down, I don't feel anything terrible.

In the bloody wind and rain, people who lick the muzzle of the gun to live their lives must have a strong psychological quality.

"It's kind of interesting."

Mo Zun sneered, although he had no facial features, he could clearly outline the contours of the corners of his mouth that did not exist.

Her eyebrows frowned slightly, her red eyes condensed, and in a short period of time, she had already drawn up N plans in her heart.

"Heh, I advise you, it's better not to think too much."

Mo Zun seemed to see through her thoughts, snorted coldly, his voice was light but cold, and pressed her under him, without an inch, exuding a faint fragrance of wine and lotus flowers, and her snow-colored skin was slightly red.

"What do you want to do?" Huang Qingwan looked at him coldly.

The hot breath on Mo Zun's body made her hairy, and countless discordant images flashed in her mind in an instant.

"Spring Festival daughter, lonely men and widows, dry firewood, what do you say?"

Mo Zun's voice was as ethereal as a cloud, and every word clearly fell on Huang Qingwan's ears and hit her heart.

There were suddenly 10,000 divine beasts running naked in her heart!

But he only heard Mo Zun's inaudible sneer, and in a flash, his figure had already let go of the phoenix, and the next moment he was already standing next to the ancient bed.

The long silver hair was a little curly, hanging down on his waist in layers, dyed a little rosy, especially bewitching.