Yi Xiaorou smiled, with a hint of mockery in her eyebrows.

The word angel has nothing to do with his original nature. Regardless of his identity, just judging from his eyes, this Demon Lord is not a good person.

An ordinary person would probably be fascinated by it, but not Yi Xiaorou.

For her, her face was as white as bones, and she might be stunned for a moment when she first saw it, but it was only for a moment.

No matter how beautiful your face is, over time, it will just look like bones.

Wearing a black robe with wide sleeves, he stood quietly under the morning sun. He stretched out his hand towards her, with his palm facing the sky and his index finger slightly hooked, "Use all your skills."

Yi Xiaorou glanced at him coolly, the meaning in her eyes was very sinister, she obviously disliked Nalan Mufeng for talking too much.

The clear amber eyes were shining with water, just like the eyes of a baby, clean and innocent. However, if you look closely at the bottom of those eyes, you can see that they are as indifferent as a machine.

She held the dagger that she had conjured from nowhere, holding it in her hand. She lowered her eyes, jumped up, and stabbed him with the dagger.

Nalan Mufeng's dark pupils reflected the cold light of the blade, with a hint of recognition there. She turned sideways and the blade swiped across her handsome face. With quick eyes and quick hands, she grabbed her wrist and held her life gate.

Seeing that Yi Xiaorou was being restrained by her right hand, her left hand was not free either. One hand knife concentrated the power of the netherworld and struck at his neck. However, the other hand directly clasped the wrist she was about to strike at, and an icy chill came from her hand.

There was a "crack, scratch, scratch" sound, and the palm holding her hand did not freeze into ice like the others.

However, the biting chill still came in waves, like the cold of hell, running straight from the palms of his hands to the pit of his heart, making Nalan Mufeng's bones and muscles all over his body ache.

Yi Xiaorou saw that his attention was slightly taken away by the power of Netherworld Ice. She raised her foot and was about to head towards his abdomen with great force, but was caught by his other slender leg midway.

To stop, Nalan Mufeng raised his eyebrows, with some disdain in his eyes, and his words were rude, "The speed is not enough, the strength is not enough, I can only show some clever tricks, so don't waste my time."

Yi Xiaorou moved her wrist slightly and increased the strength in her hand. The dagger changed its direction and struck straight at Nalan Mufeng's palm.

Seeing this, Nalan Mufeng let go of her hand directly, opened his palm and attacked her chest.

Yi Xiaorou put her hand away and put it against her chest, pointing the dagger at him. She used her other hand to break free from his shackles and took a few steps back.

Her almond-shaped eyes were slightly focused, her narrow sleeves were moving slightly, and the silver light shone in the morning sun. In the blink of an eye, she was behind him, holding up the dagger, pointing the tip of the knife at Nalan Mufeng's back. Seeing that he was about to succeed, he followed

But her back seemed to have eyes. She turned slightly to avoid the silver needle she had just shot from her sleeve. She grabbed Yi Xiaorou's wrist from behind and pulled it forward. Because the strength in his hand was too strong, that

The dagger fell.

Nalan Mufeng's gesture of pulling Yi Xiaorou did not relax at all. He moved forward and threw Yi Xiaorou's body in front of him. However, when Yi Xiaorou was about to fall, he pulled back with another strong force.

, Yi Xiaorou was like a doll at the mercy of others, she just... fell into his arms, her posture was extremely ambiguous.

When outsiders saw this scene, they all applauded and praised what a beautiful drama it was.

However, only Yi Xiaorou knew that it was not as beautiful as it looked at all. Nalan Mufeng's chest seemed to be made of iron. In addition, his strength was not small. When she fell like that, she felt like a relatively hard heart.

The egg hit the ground, and she felt as if her bones were about to break.

Nalan Mufeng put his arm around her slender waist, and his heart, which had never fluctuated before, wavered slightly, and an inexplicable light flashed across his eyes. He joked, "Is this a beauty trap? No, it should be.

It doesn’t count, it’s just an ugly girl trick.”

Not only did he take advantage, he also insisted on using a vicious tongue...

"..." A dark light floated in Yi Xiaorou's eyes, she frowned, stretched out her hand to push, but when she was less than half a step away from him, she was pulled hard by the waist and fell heavily on his chest.

Yi Xiaorou's amber apricot eyes were full of coldness.

"Tsk, it seems it's not your plan, but a sincere offer." Nalan Mufeng said lazily. "However, I don't accept everyone's offer."

After Nalan Mufeng said this, Yi Xiaorou's face turned completely gloomy. She had seen shameless people before, but she had never seen such a shameless person.

Under the morning sun, the two hugged each other tightly, like a couple.

Well, it's not that the two of them embraced each other, Yi Xiaorou was purely forced to do so.

However, only the person involved knew this. At least, in the eyes of Zi Ling and the others, the two embraced each other like a couple and looked at each other affectionately.

Zi Ling didn't originally plan to come to see Yi Xiaorou, but there was too much movement, so he came over to take a look out of curiosity, but he didn't expect to see such a scene.

Zi Ling looked at that scene and couldn't tell what was wrong in his heart. All kinds of feelings came to his heart, but he didn't know what to do.

Yi Xiaorou is fine. So, she should have known it last night, she must have known it. What will she do? Who is that outstanding-looking man? What is his relationship with her? Yi Xiaorou hates others.

It's just a touch, but...

Zi Ling's heart was full of melancholy, but she couldn't tell what was really on her mind for the moment.

There was a faint worry in her heart, as if a stone had been pressed down on her, making her feel uncomfortable. However, although he was worried in his heart, the look on his face was not at all flawless, and his expression was as indifferent as if he were looking at an outsider.

Nalan Xianzhang looked at Zi Ling steadily and sighed softly in his heart.

She had no intention of being cold, but she only had a soft spot for him. She had been waiting for him for ten years just to get his eyes to stay forever.

After so many years, her hands were stained with blood, just for him, for him, she could do anything she wanted, she had no complaints, she just wanted him to spend the rest of her life with her.
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