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your identity

After an overly quiet atmosphere, the man finally spoke, "Come here." He ordered her in a king's tone.

Xuan Shiran did not take a step forward. Although she was afraid, she would not listen to this guy's words because she felt that she hated him, especially when she saw his unreal eyes.

"Do you still want me to carry you over?" The man suddenly smiled, but his smile was overbearing. He was about to lose his patience.

Xuan Shi reluctantly finally took a step forward. Now she was like a sheep that fell into a wolf's den. She couldn't escape. She only had the fate of being eaten or bitten to death.

She admitted defeat. This was the outcome she was destined to have as soon as she agreed to come here.

The man raised his eyes and looked at Xuan Shiran, who was already walking in front of him. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. Sure enough, the Xuan people are not so good-looking, as dazzling as the sun god. "Haha" he suddenly said sarcastically.

Xuan Shi was shocked when he laughed out loud. Is this man crazy? Doesn't he know that laughing like this will only make the face covered with curse lines more ferocious and terrifying?

"Why, I think my face is ugly." The man saw Xuan Shiran's face turned away and smiled coldly, his words full of ridicule.

"I can't save you." Xuan Shiran spoke, and once again focused his attention on this pitiful and hateful man. At this time, his eyes lost a bit of fear and became a bit serious, "I have no special abilities.

If you were a king, you would definitely be able to sense from my body that I have an aura that does not belong to this world, so it would be in vain for you to go through so much trouble to find me."

She decisively determined her identity, but the white-haired man disagreed, "I know that you came here from different time and space, but I am very sorry to tell you a fact, you." He suddenly reached out and held the girl tightly.

He lifted his wrist, ignored her struggle, and said coldly with dark eyes: "They are descendants of the Xuan clan, the family that killed King Ayers I, and the cursed clan. Relief, no." The man smiled sarcastically.

, "Xuan Shiran, this is your full name, isn't it?"


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