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Yan Nuo took a step forward, glanced at Mo Heng, didn't react, raised his eyebrows, and pretended to have amnesia?

"You ......"

After throwing the word 'you', Yan Nuo became dumb, Mo Heng ...... It's a little different.

Looking at Mo Heng's blue eyes and long eyelashes, she was quite annoyed when she saw it, with undisguised indifference, and the cold light in the corners of her eyes was enough to make outsiders feel cold, so strange, really strange, like a stranger!

His eyes flowed, and Yan Nuo's eyes were as black as a deep pool, with a little bitter taste.

Raising his head, Yan Nuo smiled lightly, "The injuries on your body are healed?" ”

Lanzhi, who had just moved to Yan Nuo's feet, felt a bitter pain in his heart, sat up, and said:

"Girl, young master...... The young master, the young master seems to be ......"

As he spoke, the tears began to flow uncontrollably, was the young master really devoured by the heart of the heart?

So, young master...... Will it become a puppet and end up as a half-dead man?

Why, why is this happening?

Yan Nuo sighed, it was tricky, he really sighed.

"You're going to ......"

After only two words were spoken, Mo Heng's familiar and unfamiliar voice came:

"Who are you?"

His face was still the usual evil and enchanting, and the condensed ice dew burst out all over his body, close to his heart, and there were bursts of colic, and he almost suffocated in pain.

"I'm Yan Nuo."

"That's you."

Mo Heng stared at the girl in front of him, it was her, the person he wanted to kill was this little girl?

"Well, that's me."

When she said this, Yan Nuo was already standing three steps away from Mo Heng, and just as she raised her foot to take another step, a fierce palm wind hit her face, Yan Nuo subconsciously dodged, and the palm wind brushed her side face and hit the big tree behind her.

The ancient tree hugged by the five of them fell to the ground with a cloud of dust, ending its hundred-year career!

There was a sharp pain on the side of the face, and then, a little itchy, as if there was fluid flowing on the face.

"Da-"

A small sound sounded in Yan Nuo's ears, but it was exceptionally clear.

Raise your slender hand, pick up your index finger, and gently wipe the blood from your face, isn't it, if you can't dodge, you will die?

The answer, apparently, is, yes.

He's going to kill himself!

The corners of Yan Nuo's mouth hooked, and his mind flashed, 'I won't allow anyone to hurt her......

It's like someone pressed the repeat button, and this sentence keeps echoing and lingering.

After Mo Heng waved this palm at will, the pain in his heart became more and more aggravated, his body trembled slightly, and he couldn't stand on his feet, why is this?

Why is this happening?

In his mind, he was very sure that he had never seen this woman, but why did it hurt when he was going to kill her?

The right hand, tightly covering the position of his left atrium, flashed with complexity under his eyes.

"Young master, young master, don't you remember? She, this girl, is the woman you love the most! ”

Laneige was in tears, and he couldn't cry anymore, but he still desperately controlled his emotions and said:

"You told the slave to take her away and get out of here, but why...... In just a few moments, you've ...... Just ......"

was already weak, and this time it was sobbing again, Laneige only felt dizzy for a while, and then his eyes were dark, and he fell into an emaciated embrace.

Yan Nuo twisted his eyebrows and placed Lanzhi on the ground smoothly before he said, "Can you give me a reason to kill me?" ”

Reason?

He kills people, so why do they need a reason that is not worth talking about?

Amusing!

But when Mo Heng lowered his eyebrows and met Yan Nuo's eyes, and wanted to say the words in his heart, he suddenly felt speechless, and he didn't know why, he couldn't say it.

"Forget it, you don't know, do you?"

Yan Nuo tried to evoke a smile, all along, she didn't know what it was like to Mo Heng, and now, now she knew very well that she was a little reluctant, reluctant.

Nostalgia, the ink of the past.

But what does it feel like?

With a little loss, a little desolate, a little helpless, a little bleak, at this time, the sky of Yan Nuo is gray......