Twelve aristocrats

An Xiaoruo's head is full of black lines. Do you know that his words can easily arouse people's daydreams, so a playful smile flashed in An Xiaoruo's eyes, and he said innocently: "It's just that I got rid of you." Is it necessary to make such a fuss because of your clothes, just by looking at your body?"

"..."

His face turned black immediately, what the hell was this dead woman talking about, his clothes were clearly on his body, but they were intact, Sheng Yujie was a little puzzled.

"I mean, why did my injuries heal so quickly?"

Sheng Yujie's complexion was not very good, he didn't want to talk nonsense with An Xiaoruo, he knew that this woman liked to talk nonsense.

Just as An Xiaoruo was about to speak, Sheng Yujie found Fanyin Ransheng standing not far away, blurted out subconsciously, immediately shielded An Xiaoruo behind his back, and said with a full face of vigilance: "The Sanskrit is of a different race."

Indeed, Fanyin Ransheng spent a lot of superpowers in order to save Sheng Yujie, and now he has not yet returned to his human form, and has always maintained a vampire state.

The breeze gently lifted Sheng's silver hair with blue light, and even the white robe on his body fluttered with the wind. He was as angry as a banished fairy, his eyes were closed, and his long and dense eyelashes cast a shadow. The handsome cheeks stained with dust, the soft lips like cherry blossoms were slightly pursed, the layer of blue-white light covering Sanskrit Ransheng gradually disappeared, and the faint pure white rose petals fell to the ground.

(Tang's eyes are red: What a beautiful boy!! Screaming!!)

Both Sheng Yujie and An Xiaoruo were stunned. Is this the Fanyin alien race?

It can be so beautiful to such a level, is this the so-called vampire's temperament, but it doesn't look like such a fairy-like temperament!

As the blue-white light disappeared, the gust of wind gradually stopped, and Sheng's eerie long silver hair also stopped fluttering. His eyes suddenly opened, and a strange black air flashed through the blue-purple pupils. Blood spilled from the side, dripped down the jaw and condensed on the ground into a bloody rose.

An Xiaoruo pushed Sheng Yujie away, ran towards Sanskrit Ran Sheng, grabbed Sheng's white robe, and said nervously, "Sheng, are you okay!"

Fanyin Ransheng suddenly shook An Xiaoruo's hand away forcefully for a moment, the black air in his eyes gradually enveloped the blue-purple streamer, looked at An Xiaoruo who fell on the ground, spread his hands, "噗" Suddenly, a cloud of blue flame mixed with black air emerged from his palm, and was about to hit An Xiaoruo at that moment.

Suddenly, Sheng fell directly behind him, and was caught by the young man in red. It turned out that Fanyin Yichen knocked him out from behind.

Fanyin Yichen's green eyes were still so bewitching, his bewitching eyes fell on An Xiaoruo, and his thin lips slightly raised an arc: "Meet you again, little girl!"

An Xiaoruo sat on the ground blankly, before she had time to react, she was picked up by Sheng Yujie and retreated a long way.

"Stay far away from people of the Sanskrit race." Sheng Yujie's cold voice lingered in his ears.

An Xiaoruo ignored Sheng Yujie, but asked Yichen, "What's wrong with Sheng? Why did he suddenly become like this?"

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