She raised her hand and was about to wipe the blood from the corners of her lips with her sleeve. A piece of snow-white silk hand was handed to her. Feng Xiaoxun's voice was a little depressed and low: "Use this."
Fang Xiyan was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly. For some reason, she subconsciously didn't want to use his stuff, so she took a step back: "No need!"
There was a flash of light in Feng Xiaoxun's eyes and he said coldly: "Don't dirty your clothes!"
Fang Xiyan: "..." It turned out that he handed her a handkerchief because he was afraid that she would dirty his most precious green clothes...
Somewhere in her heart twitched slightly, and the pain came very suddenly, but when she found it, she disappeared without a trace.
She shook her head secretly and looked at the handkerchief that was handed to her. She looked faint on her pretty face. She took the handkerchief and wiped the corners of her lips. The blood prints were dyed on it, like a half-open red plum blossom
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A voice sounded in his mind: It turned out that he was thrown away like a rag...
The voice was sad, and an inexplicable feeling of pain came from the depths of her heart, making her feel a moment of trance.
However, she quickly came to her senses and shook her head secretly. Have you watched too many bloody dramas in her previous life? This line is quite similar...
There was a faint fragrance of tea and flowers on the veil. Fang Xiyan frowned and after wiping it, she threw the veil aside like a garbage dump.
Looking up again, Feng Xiaoxun was no longer in front of him. He slowly walked to the pillar and looked down at A Zi who was huddling on the ground. His voice was cold: "Who allowed you to do anything randomly?!"
The wind.
A Zi was beaten by his palm and only half of her life was left. At this moment, she lay there and listened to his cold words, and her body trembled even harder: "Demon Lord... Lord Demon Lord, I am just looking at her if I don't want it.
Move, who violated the Demon Lord's order, wanted to... want to teach her a lesson..."
"Teaching her a lesson? It's up to you?" Feng Xiaoxun's voice was soft: "What are you?! Is it worthy of teaching her a lesson?"
A Zi's pretty face turned pale, and finally realized that she had stepped on the bottom line of Lord Demon Lord. She was also a quick-responsive person. She immediately kowtowed repeatedly: "I'm wrong, Lord Demon Lord forgive me this time..."
Feng Xiaoxun looked at her coldly, without saying a word, but the breath around her was getting colder and colder...
A Zi was even more frightened. In fear, she was blessed to her heart. She suddenly crawled a few steps towards Fang Xiyan and looked at Fang Xiyan sadly: "Just just now, A Zi was a bastard and offended the girl. She also asked the girl to atone for her sins and go to the demons.
Lord Jun begs for mercy and spare Ah Zi this time..."
Fang Xiyan frowned. Although she was an exorcist representing justice, she was not a body of the Holy Mother. She was not a smile that could be used to eliminate grudges with just a few good words.