Xiaona was ashamed, she really wanted to say that this person was just a piece of wood.
"Get up." Looking at him kneeling for so long, Xiaona didn't have the tendency to abuse others.
"Yes, Saint." Phew! Lan Yan stood up and stood there straight.
Xiaona frowned, and then said with a headache: "Don't call me a saint anymore." It felt like calling me a leftover girl. She was eighteen years old and had just bloomed.
(Niba: I’m not ashamed. I’ve already married someone and yet I still call myself a flower. Xiaona: What? Are you envious that I’ve been married? Then go ahead and get married. Niba: I’m sorry, I’ve never seen you before.
So shameless. Xiaona said proudly: People who use their butt as a face have the nerve to call me shameless? Niba: — —|||)
"What should I call my subordinate?" Finally, there was a hint of doubt in Lan Yan's tone.
"Just call me Xiaona, hehe." Xiaona sat cross-legged.
"I don't dare." Phew! Lan Yan knelt down again.
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"Get up!!!" I couldn't stand it anymore. Why did the ancients always kneel? She was not his elder. Is it fun to kneel?
"I obey!" Phew! Lan Yan stood up again.
"Do you want to listen to what I say?" Xiaona asked.
"Of course you must listen respectfully," Lan Yan replied coolly.
Lan Yan is very tall, about 1.83 meters tall. There is a cold aura surrounding his whole body. His hair is as black as ink and is tied high behind his head. Some of his thin bangs cover his face like a deep cold pool.
His eyes were like eyes, and there was a piece of black cloth under his eyes. Xiaona thought to herself that he must be a handsome man.
"Then since you want to listen to me, you have to call me whatever I tell you." Xiaona's tone didn't sound like she was joking, but had a hint of the status of a saint.
Lan Yan hesitated for a moment, but finally compromised: "I obey."
"Call Xiaona to come and listen." Xiaona was lying on the bed like a gangster.
Three black lines fell from Lan Yan's forehead, and then he shouted awkwardly: "Little... little..."
"What are you Xiao? I didn't call you Xiao Xiao, I called you Xiao Na!!" Xiao Na was about to go crazy. Is it so difficult to call her name?
"Xiaona." Finally, Lan Yan called out awkwardly. Now Lan Yan's heart was in confusion. He only heard the leader said that the saint had forgotten the past, but now it doesn't look like she has lost her memory, but rather like
A different person. Looking carefully at the saint's appearance, there is only a red birthmark on her face, and the rest is exactly the same. It is impossible for there to be such a similar face in the world, and even the voice is exactly the same. But even Yi
Yes, the purple flame on the saint's left breast is absolutely impossible to imitate.