Since the mysterious man in black left that mark on her chest that night, she has basically not had a good time in the past few days.
Yan Hui's personality is also proud. Even if she is insulted by Zi Tong, she secretly gritted her teeth and didn't know how many times she thought she would take back a scene, not to mention that the other party wanted her to be a dog, so she would not be willing.
But whenever I think of this, I always feel very humiliated, and I just want to use my own star power to wipe off the mark on my chest.
Unfortunately, things went against her wishes every time, but she wanted to erase this mark. The power on the mark became stronger and stronger, and the pain only increased once. No matter how strong Yan Hui's personality was, she had been tortured to almost collapse.
Finally, compromise.
"You will know in the future that being my dog is more proud of than being the empress of Beizhou."
Above his head, the man's voice sounded faintly, still as calm as God and as proud as God.
Among them, the empress in Beizhou obviously implies purple pupils.
Yan returned to her chest, and the pain gradually faded. She gasped and wanted to raise her face.
"Don't forget, you are a dog now. What will the dog look like when he sees his owner?"
Yan Hui was stunned.
dog?!
She also raised her when she was young. I remember that every time she came back from outside, the little yellow dog would yell from a distance and run out, then come over, smell it from her left and right, and then lick her feet.
Could it be that she wants to lick his feet like a dog?!
No, she can't do it.
Just as she thought that she couldn't do it, the pain in her chest came fiercely again. Yan Hui's eyes turned dark and she almost fainted, but she never fainted. The pain seemed to be very good at this kind of game. She could torture her torture every time, but she wouldn't let her die.
Yan Hui gritted his teeth, but still couldn't stand it. He supported the ground with his hands, crawled over and licked the man's feet.
The man was wearing ink-colored boots embroidered with golden cloud patterns, and the boots were spotlessly clean, as if the dust in this world could not fall into him.
With a gentle touch on his head, he actually touched her head with a palm, but the feeling was similar to the feeling of touching the dog she had raised.
"Very good." The palm on her head was removed, and the man rarely praised her, "Get the snow knife."
Then, the palm of the hand stretched over.
This time, Yan Hui saw it very clearly. It was a white palm as white as jade. The palm was clean without a single thin cocoon. It was obviously pampered and the fingers were thin and long. It was an extremely beautiful palm.
She raised her hand, took out the snow knife from the ring, placed her hands in the man's palm, and never dared to look up at the other person's face from beginning to end.
The man raised his palm and looked at the snow fallen knife between his fingers. His other palm moved over and gently covered the knife. A thick purple light immediately overflowed from his palm, wrapping the snow fallen knife.
Yan Hui felt the power, and was curious in his heart and raised his face slightly.
At this time, the purple light had obviously faded a lot. Through the light, she clearly saw that there seemed to be a layer of water-blue things melting on her snow-falling knife. As the light gradually weakened, the water-blue things also sank into the blade bit by bit.
Suddenly, the light flashed and everything went away. Only her snowfall knife was left in the man's palm, but compared to before, this knife was already very different.