Leng Mei was stunned for a long time and then turned around mechanically.
When she saw clearly the man standing behind her in the dark night, her voice couldn't help but tremble: "Yan... is that you?"
Behind her was a vast expanse of dark night. Looking back, she saw thousands of green mountains, everything was quiet, and the world was silent. The moon hung high on the treetops like a wheel, and its silver glow illuminated everything in front of her extremely brightly.
The fiery red figure stood lazily on the crown of a thousand-year-old tree. His fiery red robe was like a blue fire in the dark night, which would never go out or dry up.
That peerless and stern face stared at her coldly.
Noble, proud, and unique.
Leng Mei suddenly realized something after what she just said. She took a step back, hiding all the expressions on her face, and asked coldly: "Yan Lie, why are you here?"
A strange cold wind blew by, and before she could react, a slender hand was already holding her delicate chin.
She was so frightened that she forgot to react for a moment and stared blankly at the handsome face so close to her.
"You..." Before she could say anything, he raised a finger on her lips and gently pressed them.
"Stop talking." He raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a half-smile.
Leng Mei froze, motionless.
The Yan Lie in front of her was too weird. Just a moment ago, he was already in front of her. She was at the fifth level of the Xuan Level, but she couldn't even see how he moved.
How could his speed be so fast?
Also, what kind of aura was surrounding his body? Why was she unable to resist this inexplicable pressure?
night,
Quiet.
The wind blew through their hair.
From the corner of her eye, she saw strands of his flying ink hair, tangled with her hair, like the most lingering lover...
The two of them maintained this posture, motionless.
Finally, he let go of her, but he didn't move. She backed away again. Under the moonlight, his handsome face was as charming as a charm, breathtaking.
He lazily asked: "I took a closer look just now and found that you are just an ordinary girl. Except for your good looks and your talent for all illusion skills, there is nothing special about you. But why does this heart like you so much?
And you?"
This heart?...?
Leng Mei was obviously aware of something strange. Her beautiful eyes turned cold, and the slight drunkenness she had just felt disappeared. She suddenly pulled out the Fire Feather Sword and shouted in a cold voice: "Who are you?! You are not Yan!"
"Haha..." The handsome man lying on the eaves with a lazy attitude couldn't help laughing.
He had a really beautiful smile, with a pair of long and narrow handsome eyes raised sideways, a pair of mysterious eyes shining brightly, brighter than the stars in the sky, and a world-famous handsome face that was even more intoxicating.
Leng Mei remained motionless and sneered: "You are not Yan! Although you are exactly the same as him, your breath, your words and deeds are not him!"
Everything is explained.
Why did he attack her when she went to find Yan Lie?
Her inflammation will never attack her!
My heart suddenly hurt. It hurt so much without any warning.
She covered her heart suddenly, and cold sweat slowly ran across her cheeks. She actually felt heartache. Didn't she promise that she would never open her heart to any man again this time after rebirth? Didn't she secretly make up her mind that she would be free and happy in this life?
Men are definitely not a fetter on her path forward.
But why is it still painful?
"I am Yan. Yan is me." He stretched out his slender palms lightly, and a ball of flames rose in the palms of his hands, bright, fiery red, and strange flames!
