The two people in the room stopped. The white-haired man left the black-haired man, then picked up the clothes that had fallen on the ground and put them on, then walked towards the little wild cat peeping at him outside the door.
Opening the door, the light illuminated the person in front of him. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said with an evil smile: "It turns out to be a pervert."
If you don’t know it, you will be shocked at first glance. This man is extremely handsome. His three-dimensional facial features are as perfect as a knife. He has a slender figure. A thin layer of sweat seeps on his chest, highlighting his originally perfect body.
More sexy and beautiful
The man's hair on both sides of his ears was shoulder-length, and the long white hair at the back was draped on the back of Ci Mei's neck. His silver-grey eyes stared closely at the dirty blond girl in front of him, with moderately thick red hair.
An evil smile appeared on his lips, "Little pervert, where did you get out of here? I should remember that this place is heavily guarded and cannot be entered by a commoner like you." He asked lightly, but Xuan was relieved.
An invisible sense of oppression
"I didn't mean it, and I didn't mean to peek at you." Xuan Shiran, who finally recovered, planned to explain to this man calmly. She knew that she couldn't fight him, so she didn't make any unnecessary struggles.
"Oh" Xuan's relieved attitude seemed to make the man feel a little satisfied, but the next second when he saw the sword tightly held in her hand, his eyes darkened, "Where did you get this sword?"
The man's sudden cold attitude made Xuan Shiran scared. She hugged the sword tightly in her hand and could not let go. She lowered her head and said timidly: "It's mine."
"That's nonsense." The man's tone was as ruthless as exposing Xuan Shiran's vicious and greedy lies, "This thing does not belong to a despicable commoner like you, give it to me."
When he was about to reach out and try to take the sword in Xuan Shiran's hand, he was about to get it. Xuan Shiran panicked and hugged the sword tightly, "What are you going to do? You have no right to take this sword away." And this
The sword was cherished by her grandfather, and it was also her only hope of returning home.
"Untouchable, how dare you resist me?" The man restrained his wild expression, his expressionless face showed coldness and sharpness in his eyes, he quickly stretched out his hand instead of grabbing the sword, he pinched Xuan Shiran's thin neck and raised it high.
"Ahem, let me go." Xuan Shiran was so sad that she couldn't care about the sword that fell to the ground. She stretched out her hand to try to grab the hands that were squeezing her neck because she was almost out of breath.
"King" The black-haired man sitting on the bed saw Wang's abnormality for the first time. He was at a loss and could only watch as Wang would kill the girl in his hands at any time.
"Kill you, and I can take the sword away." A cold taste oozed from the corner of the white-haired man's mouth, and his eyes were cold. He would kill the pariah in his hands.
"Ahem." Blood oozed from the corners of Xuan Shiran's mouth. Her consciousness became farther and farther away, and her eyes became darker and darker. She seemed to see her grandfather and the others. Tears fell unconsciously from the corners of her eyes. She was about to die and she hadn't replied yet.