Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

My mind was spinning quickly to find the answer, but it ended in failure.

An Chuxia tried to ignore the smiling eyes and expressions of "Nangong Zifei", and began to look around. This is just a small room, empty, without a chair, neither the floor nor the ceiling is made of wood. The lighting used was also an emergency light, which seemed to be installed after Xia Xinyu and the others arrived.

Looking through the window of the small room, it was dark outside, but it could be seen that there was more than one room in the cabin they had been looking for before. So... Han Qilu is probably also locked here.

But how did Han Qilu get caught by a little girl from Xia Xinyu? It seems that a lot of changes occurred during her coma. I don’t know how Han Qilu is now...

An Chuxia began to worry about Han Qilu unconsciously.

"Don't ask me why I caught you? Obviously...I have such a good relationship with you." Viscount Nangong squatted down in front of An Chuxia again, his face full of playfulness.

An Chuxia collected the complex emotions in her heart, raised her eyes and answered without fear, "Why should I ask? If you want to say it, you will say it yourself. If you don't want to say it, I will ask. It’s no use. Isn’t it?"

The smile on Viscount Nangong's face grew stronger and stronger: "Interesting."

"You..." An Chuxia paused, gritted her teeth and stared in awe: "You are not Nangong Zifei!"

An Chuxia thought that Viscount Nangong's face would change, at least she would be stunned, because she suddenly said such a thing, anyone would be surprised or frightened. But Viscount Nangong didn't even blink his eyelids, still carrying that owing smile.

He reached out and touched his chin, still smiling, "Oh? Why do you say that?"

He didn't deny or admit it, which made An Chuxia a bit confused by the second monk. Could it be that he really is Nangong Zifei?

"Because Zifei never looked at me with this look, and never hurt me." She still pretended to be calm: "And you, although you are exactly the same as Zifei, you even have the same voice, but This doesn’t mean anything. You, not Nangong Zifei! Who are you?!"

"Haha." Viscount Nangong stood up with a hearty smile: "It's really funny. I really am not Nangong Zifei."

"Then who are you, why do you want to pretend to be Zifei!" An Chuxia asked. I thought to myself, is he an admirer of Nangong Zifei, because he likes Nangong Zifei too much, so he went to have a plastic surgery to be exactly the same as Zifei? But technology hasn't reached this level yet, can even the sound be adjusted?

Viscount Nangong stopped his smile: "It seems that I need to introduce myself seriously. In Xia Nangong, Viscount Zifei told you that they are twins."

The twins...An Chuxia's mind is getting more and more confused.

"For what you made me find interesting just now, how about let's play a game?" Viscount Nangong's smile began to overflow on the face that was as handsome as Nangong Zifei but with a trace of darkness.

"I don't want to play games with you!" An Chuxia refused without thinking.

"Haha..." Viscount Nangong laughed: "It looks like you need to know a story."

This time An Chuxia chose silence. From Viscount Nangong's calm narration, she knew the story of Nangong Zifei. He and Viscount Nangong were orphans since they were young. When they escaped from an orphanage in the United States, they happened to meet the boss of the American black street at that time, so they were taken to the gang and received the cruelest training.