No wonder this woman was irreconcilable with him before, and she found a way to resolve her grudges with him in the blink of an eye.

Change of faces is faster than turning a book, and even his color is sacrificed.

It turned out that there was an injury behind her. She knew that she could not hold on and would sooner or later fall into his hands.

"What a shameless and cunning woman."

After living for so long, this is the first time that the same woman has been plotted against so many times.

He looked at Xinxian's tender and delicate face, and after a while, he smiled helplessly.

Forget it, what are you calculating about with a little girl?

He held his heartstring into his arms and let her head rest on his shoulders, revealing her back.

He raised his hand, and the black evil spirit lingered in his fingertips. After a while, he gradually penetrated into the wound behind his heartstrings.

The ferocious and bloody wound was slowly healing at a level visible to the naked eye, and finally a layer of scab was formed.

Xinxian had a long dream, and she dreamed of the reincarnation of the evil emperor again.

He was in the clouds, covered in evil spirits swept under the sky, and his blood-red robe roared in the wind.

The moment he turned around, Xinsheng met his eyes and she saw something very complicated inside.

But before she could understand, the air blade hit and directly exploded her heart.

Severe pain spreads throughout the body and perception is instantly lost.

The moment she died with her eyes closed, the mask on the Evil Emperor's reincarnation's face fell off.

She saw his appearance, that perfect evil face, exactly the same as a fake!

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly curled the corners of his lips and smiled grimly at her: "You finally fell into my hands again! Go and die!"

Heartstrings were awakened by fright.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the ink-colored night sky and the stars in the sky.

She wiped her cold sweat, and it turned out that she was dreaming.

In the dream, the reincarnation of the Evil Emperor actually overlapped with the fake.

Fortunately, it's just a nightmare.

The fake is not the reincarnation of the evil emperor, and he did not kill himself. Maybe he felt that he could not get over it because he had taken advantage of her.

Xinxian didn't expect that she would have a day when she needed to sell her appearance to survive.

It's really...heartbroken.

She sat up and found a bright bonfire lit beside her, and warmth kept coming.

Where she slept, eight white-patterned tigers lay around her, surrounding her.

The white-patterned tiger's huge figure blocked the cool breeze at night and prevented her from catching a cold.

My heart moved inside, this fake guy was quite careful.

She glanced around and saw a fake guy sitting on a branch not far from her.

He leaned against the trunk of the tree, stretched one leg straight against the branch, bent one leg, and put his hands on his legs casually, looking particularly lazy.

He opened his eyes and looked at the endless night sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

The heartstrings and feet pointed, flew up from the ground, landed on the branch where he was, and sat down.

"Did you treat the wound for me?"

"Can I still find a doctor to bandage you?"

Xinxian was stunned. She wanted to find a topic and thank him, but she didn't expect that this guy's mouth was so bad and he didn't cooperate at all!

She frowned, and the fighting spirit in her heart came up again: "Then have you seen me and touched me all over again? You disciple, a big hooligan!"

"So, I should be a gentleman. If I don't help me, I will leave directly? You said it earlier, why should I ask for scolding?"

Xinxian was stunned. She wanted to thank her, but why did it start to quarrel again in the blink of an eye?
Chapter completed!