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1073. Being the Little Follower of the Beastmaster 3

Ming Yan turned around indifferently, her eyes filled with indifference that had nothing to do with her, as if she was asking her why she was holding him.

Mu Xianning couldn't help but turned her palm towards him, only to see bright red blood flowing out from the few small wounds, which was dazzling. It was very different from her ordinary appearance.

The contrast was huge, as if the one who was injured was not her at all, but someone else.

It's not Mu Xianning's fault. Who asked her to live at the point of a gun? She didn't care at all about a small injury like a needle prick.

The moment he saw the blood stains, Ming Yan's brows frowned slightly.

He has no common sense in life, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know that humans can get hurt.

Seeing her understatement, my good mood disappeared inexplicably.

Before Mu Xianning could react, Ming Yan's big palm suddenly grabbed her crotch and brought her hand to her lips.

Mu Xianning's heart skipped a beat. Pictures of men blowing women's fingers in modern TV dramas immediately entered her mind. She subconsciously pulled back, but the force of the nightmare was too strong, and it directly knocked her

Putting the palm of his hand to his lips, Mu Xianning was caught off guard, stretched out his tongue, and licked the bright red color into his mouth...

There was a feeling of moist heat in the palm of her hand, and Mu Xianning withdrew her hand as if something was wrong, and shouted ungratefully, "What are you doing!"

Her gaze was extremely sharp, as if Ning Yan was a deceiver.

But Ming Yan still had an indifferent expression, and his eyes were as calm as water as he looked at her.

Mu Xianning suddenly felt as if her anger was hitting cotton, and she felt powerless.

"Okay." Ming Yan's eyes fell on her hand, as if to remind her something.

Mu Xianning subconsciously raised her hand, only to find that the place where there should have been a faint sting was completely healed!

Mu Xianning was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised her head and looked at Ming Yan.

"Dragon's saliva can heal wounds." Ming Yan's voice was still calm, as if nothing had happened.

Mu Xianning immediately knew that she had misunderstood Ming Yan... There was a hint of uncomfortable embarrassment on her face.

"Young disciple!" Suddenly, a voice interrupted the two people's thoughts.

The next second, a storm suddenly came, and a hint of murderous intent suddenly appeared in Ming Yan's eyes! He pulled Mu Xianning into his arms, and a light shield rose up in an instant, protecting the two of them!

A ray of light condensed in Ming Yan's hand in an instant, and Mu Xianning immediately shouted, "Stop!! We know each other!"

Ming Yan was about to make a move, but he paused for an instant. The light disappeared in his palm. But he still did not let go of Mu Xianning's hand.

"Let her go." The voice was extremely cold. He didn't need to show mercy to anyone other than her, let alone someone who was scorning her while he was away.

Jun Ruoshui almost wanted to cut that man into pieces instantly.

"Shui, have you forgotten him?" Mu Xianning struggled out of Ming Yan's arms anxiously.

Ming Yan just looked at him talking to her coldly, as if she was staying out of it.

Upon being reminded by Mu Xianning, Jun Ruoshui's chilling aura immediately cooled down a bit. She looked up and down at the man who had just flirted with Mu Xianning, and narrowed her eyes slightly, searching for such a person in her memory.

"Is he that silly boy in the tomb?" Ming Yan seemed to recognize the glaring Jun Ruoshui under the cloak first and said.

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