Underneath him was a woman on the verge of collapse, her clothes already torn.

I could only hear the man's voice spread with anger and hatred, as if with a flood of anger, which distorted his already handsome face.

"Yanxiao, how dare you!"

When she heard this name at first glance, her heart seemed to have a dull pain like a steel knife, Wu Xiaonuan couldn't tell where it was true and what was false, but in this dream, the protagonist she dreamed of was a different person, not the previous Yanzi, but a face that was equally beautiful and frightening.

And this person, called by the arrogant man in purple, Yan smiled.

The eyes of the woman below her instantly burst into a fiery red.

Her smile was cold, the red under her eyes seemed to be weathered blood and tears, with endless resentment, she suddenly smiled, laughed miserably, and the next moment, she suddenly opened her lips and bit the collarbone of the man in purple.

"Ji Beihuang, this mouthful, you owe me!"

"Smack!"

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the man suddenly hit the woman's face fiercely.

"You shameless slut!"

On the contrary, the woman stopped crying or laughing by this time.

"Ji Beihuang, I'm really blind, how can I be."

She didn't say a word, but Wu Xiaonuan had already felt her sadness.

The man on his body was disturbed by her, and he didn't know whether he was angry or panicked, but he became more impatient.

He chuckled, a little distorted.

"Yanxiao, this name is not suitable for you at all."

He suddenly hooked her chin, flirtatious and affectionate.

"In your life, you only deserve to cry and laugh, are you worthy?"

"Ji Beihuang, you don't know, how much I hate you!"

It turns out that as others say, you can really be so ruthless, even to me, you can still do it.

The woman's crying voice suddenly spread to the bottom of Wu Xiaonuan's heart.

The man was already flustered, and he could only use his body to accuse his anger, and the woman had already been tortured by the man, and he suddenly smiled irritably.

"Yan Xiao, the deity wants you to be the slave of the deity for the rest of your life!"

"No !!"

Wu Xiaonuan woke up suddenly, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

God, what kind of messy dreams did she have, and in her dreams, she still saw the woman and Ji Beihuang.

I was scared out of sweat all of a sudden.

Thinking that it was just a dream, Wu Xiaonuan finally woke up from the terrifying situation just now, and now there is still a trace of fear, thanks to just a dream.

Xiaolan once said that if he is seriously injured, when he recupesces, there is only one way, self-cultivation, he can only recuperate in his sleep, and no one can disturb him, and the number of days of coma is determined by the degree of injury, and Xiaolan has been sleeping for a day, I am afraid that he will be pinched like Ji Beihuang, and it is estimated that he will be injured.

Thinking of this, Wu Xiaonuan slowly put Xiaolan in her sleeve, and put the package in a very inconspicuous place, lest Ji Beihuang continue to come to find trouble, but after a day, she really didn't understand what Ji Beihuang meant by imprisoning her here.

In the evening, as Wu Xiaonuan expected, the charm came again, just like the enchanting smile she had brought before, she got up and smiled politely at Wu Xiaonuan.

"Wu Xiaonuan, the master is invited."

"Wu Xiaonuan, the master is invited."

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

Wu Xiaonuan couldn't help but take two steps back.

Why did she see the face of the upside-down sentient beings in front of her, why did she think of the first thing she thought of in such a helpless situation, she was never afraid of challenges, but what she was afraid of was that she was completely tormented by life and death without knowing any situation, and she didn't have time to resist.

---Where is the male protagonist, where is the male protagonist? An unscrupulous author laughed, wanted the male protagonist, handed over the ticket, and the male protagonist came out within two days.