Twelve aristocrats

I haven't seen you for a few days, what about Sheng? . .How did it become like this?

Seeing him like this, An Xiaoruo's heart really hurts! !

The murderous aura in the silver eyes was frightening, and the faint black light flowed in the blue-purple eyes. At this time, he seemed to recognize no one, and raised his arms, and a group of black mixed with blue-purple flames jumped out. In the palm of his hand, in the blink of an eye, he threw it straight at the direction where An Xiaoruo was.

An Xiaoruo didn't even have time to think about avoiding it, but was quickly pushed away by Fanyin Yichen.

An Xiaoruo was thrown heavily to the ground by Fanyin Yichen, his body hurt a little from being pushed by the huge force, An Xiaoruo couldn't help frowning.

"An Xiaoruo, if you want to die, I won't stop you. Now he has lost his mind. If you still treat him as the former Sanskrit Ran Sheng, you are wrong!!" Sanskrit Yichen said every word abnormally seriously.

An Xiaoruo stared intently at Fanyin Yichen, and then at the young man in black robe surrounded by black air. Now he is like a demon from hell, a fallen angel. She doesn't believe that the perfect His Royal Highness in his mind will become With this look, I don't even believe that he will hurt himself.

An Xiaoruo didn't listen to Fanyin Yichen's words. On the contrary, she stood up slowly and looked straight at the young man who was only a few meters away from her: "Do you know? In fact, black is not suitable for you..."

"An Xiaoruo, are you crazy!! Take my words for granted!!"

Seeing An Xiaoruo's behavior, Fanyin Yichen had the urge to strangle her to death. For more than 20 years, he had never been angry, but today he was angry because of a little girl, which is really strange.

An Xiaoruo didn't care about Fanyin and Yichen, walked into Sheng step by step, raised his eyes, looked into Sheng's eyes firmly, and said slowly: "He said you would hurt me... I know you won't... .Is it right?"

Sanskrit Ran Sheng didn't say a word, his lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, but his eyes struggled a little bit, but the movements of his hands still didn't stagnate a bit, and he spread his palms out, and there was a mass of black mixed with blue and purple flames.

The moment his hand was raised high, An Xiaoruo closed his eyes, and said calmly: "If you want to kill me, you do it. I'll just stand here and not go anywhere."

An Xiaoruo didn't feel the pain as he imagined, and his affirmation that Sheng would not hurt him became even more unquestionable.

An Xiaoruo knew that his Sheng would not hurt her, just like back then, even if his life was in danger, he didn't force himself to stay by his side. He was so proud that he didn't want anyone to sympathize with him.

An Xiaoruo opened her eyes, and saw his hands stopped stiffly in mid-air, his body was trembling slightly, his struggling and complicated gaze was flustered like never before!

"Let's go!" Sanskrit Ran Sheng's expression was grim now, it seemed that he was having difficulty even speaking!

"If I don't leave, I know you won't be able to make a move, right!!" An Xiaoruo happily approached Fanyin Ransheng again.

"do not come!!!"

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Tang: Sheng! !work harder! !Maybe, the last hero is you! !Last update!Thanks a lot!