( ARC 5 - 9) Quick wear: The host of Bailian is milky and sweet

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If it was his Ah Shen his, he would definitely throw himself down now, with a smile in his eyes and extreme possessiveness.

With a dangerous tone in his ear his, grinding the earlobe to open.

"My little Hua Kui actually misses others."

"Ayang, what should you do?"

This is his Ah Shen.

Ji Sishen always uses Xiao Hua Kui, and A Yang's calls him.

Nanyang knows when to call him Xiao Hua Kui and when to call him A Yang.

"Do you think that I will like you if you look like him?"

Yu Xiang stopped pretending, and her eyes her were instantly paranoid and fierce.

"Nanyang! Where am I inferior to Yi Shen?"

"Don't you like the way he looks? Do you see how similar I am?"

"Is it not enough for me to pay like this for you?"

There was a bit of disgust in Nanyang's eyes his.

"I like him only."

"It's not like he can't, and it can't be if it's not him."

Yu Xiang laughed a little crazy, "Nanyang, you are really heartless."

"I have learned this for the sake of it, but you still see through it at a glance."

"I really don't understand, what's so good about people like that."

Nanyang's eyes are gentle only when he mentions Ji Sishen.

"As long as it's him, everything is fine."

Yu Xiang knew that he lost.

Completely lost from the start.

What if he showed up first?

Even if he pretends to be more like, what about wearing this face?

Nanyang still won't like him after all.

Yu Xiang snorted softly.

"Really? Since you like him so much, I'll ruin everything for him!"

When the words fell, Nanyang saw the hosta in Yu Xiang's hand his.

It was the betrothal thing that Ah Shen gave him.

"Ayang, you should keep this hosta."

Nanyang's eyes sank, and the murderous aura all over his body his showed.

Before Yu Xiang could drop the hosta, Nanyang used the hidden machete to throw it straight, cutting off Yu Xiang's hand holding the hosta.

And Nanyang himself took it back at the moment when the hosta fell.

Hold it in the palm of your hand like a treasure, wipe it, and put it on your head again.

It's okay, it's still there, it hasn't stopped.

The sound of Yuxiang's pain is endless.

Howling horribly.

The whole pain fell directly to the ground shaking.

Nanyang took back the machete he flew out and walked to Nanyang again.

He crouched down expressionlessly.

"You don't deserve this face."

Even before Yu Xiang had time to ask for mercy, Nanyang had already peeled off that face.

Blood dripping, horrible to see.

Yu Xiang even screamed incessantly.

The entire flower building appeared at the door, and the old man was the first to appear.  Looking at this scene, he fainted with fear.

Others even gasped, not even daring to let out the air.

Nanyang has always believed that only dead people will not jump around, and will not be disgusting people in front of his family his, Ah Shen.

Especially with such a face.

So quickly and ruthlessly, he cut Yu Xiang's throat.

Blood poured out like a water column, and Yu Xiang's body her twitched for two days, her eyes her widened and she lost her breath.

Dead restless.

Nanyang just quietly put away his machete, took off his blood-splattered coat, threw it on the ground, and left the famous building without looking back.

When the person left, the talents of the famous building reacted with hindsight, and Nanyang killed the person.

In a panic, I quickly called the doctor, but to no avail.

The prostitute who woke up was holding Yu Xiang's corpse in pain.

Overnight, Nanyang's bloodthirsty reputation spread throughout the entire imperial city.

Mentioning it is even more terrifying than hearing about Ji Sishen's reputation his as King of War.