The Blackened Male Leads All Want Me

It looks great.

The eyelids are drooping, and the dark eyelashes are long and curly.

A cinnabar mole is at the corner of the eye, like weeping blood.

The lips are pink and tender, which is amazing at a glance.

Su Yan stopped.

The man raised his eyes.

It's not a pretty peachy eye.

Looking at that pupil, it felt quite innocent.

It makes people feel pure and beautiful.

She knew this face by herself.

The sovereign itself.

He didn't say anything, just leaned in Su Yan's arms and looked at her like that.

Half a moment, just one sentence

"What's wrong? Yanyan?"

Su Yan stopped.

She looked around.

A foggy, bowed head.

Like stepping in shallow water, the water is rippling.

The clear reference to her face.

She asked

"who are you?"

The person next to me smiled

"Yanyan, it's me."

Su Yan didn't speak, but just raised his hand, and grabbed the man's neck.

She looked at him seriously

"If you don't say it, I will strangle you to death."

As soon as Su Yan's hand was hard, the person coughed.

Coughed up with a mouthful of blood.

Su Yan let go of her hand.

Suddenly, I saw that man showed a weird smile.

The fingers turned grayish white, and the nails pierced straight towards Su Yan.

Thunder can't cover your ears.

The distance between the two was close again.

There is no time to resist.

Stabbed.

The nail chāj touched Su Yan's shoulder blades.

Nothing changed on Su Yan's face and raised his hand.

Stand up.

He pressed his head with both hands, and pulled it off with the force of the fall.

Boom.

The body fell to the ground.

Has not changed into its original form.

It is still the appearance of Junyu.

Falling there, Su Yan frowned slightly.

She knew he was fake.

However, I still don't want to see it.

Look away.

Covered his wound.

Xiaohua exclaimed

"Host, you are injured!"

Su Yan responded

"It's okay, not serious."

Xiao Hua feels distressed while wondering

"Host, you know that he is not Lord Junyu, why are you soft on him?"

The blood ran down the shoulder blades and wet the clothes.

She pressed and continued to move forward.

"It's just a guess, there is a 10% probability that it is him."

After all, she had been hugging him all the time.

Not aware of being replaced.

I'm afraid I'm not only hit by illusions, but also hearing hallucinations.

Therefore, when she saw him vomiting blood, she let go.

Xiaohua whispered

"If this is Xiao Hong, the host must have killed it."

The host always writes to himself.

Only when you meet a great person in the domain, you will think so much, will you have so much uncertainty, for fear of hurting him.

Su Yan clutched the wound and continued to move forward.

A piece of white in front.

Faintly, I heard a small humming sound.

Gradually the picture changes.

She was plunged into darkness and she came to a prison.

Walking on the long corridor of the prison, you can smell the **** and humid breath coming across your face.

Every prison is empty, with only one candle burning.

The candlelight was shaking, a little dim.

The farther you go, the more pronounced the singing becomes.

The voice is brisk, it seems that the singer is in a good mood.

Just in this environment.

Listening to such a small tune again, it seems a bit oozing.

Until, Su Yan walked to the deepest part of the prison.

There is no way ahead.

A huge black cloth blocked the door of a prison in front.

It can be heard that she is very close to the singing voice.

Su Yan looked around.

Finally, raise his hand.

Holding the black cloth, he pulled it off.

There was a crash.

The black cloth intersected with the wind to make a sound.