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Chapter 1943 Nightmare (11)

"Why... why can he resist my touch even though he wasn't awake?" The girl bit her lip tightly: "What's going on with this man?"

"Miss, let's go quickly. If the lord appears, she will definitely be furious."

The maid's expression became more anxious and she hurriedly said.

The girl was pulled out by the maid, and she was a little reluctant, her eyes always stayed on the man on the ice bed.

Even if he just glanced at him one more time, he would be satisfied.

However……

Just as the girl was about to step out of the stone chamber, the man who was originally lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

What kind of eye is that?

It seemed as if thousands of things in the world were gathered in the depths of his eyes.

At that moment, the girl's heart was almost sucked in by the man's eyes. She pushed away the maid who was pulling her, and walked towards the man involuntarily.

"You... Hello, my name is Mo Xinyan. You were brought back by my master. What's your name?"

The girl's face showed an innocent expression, her smile was bright and pretty.

The man's hands rubbed his temples tightly, and when he heard the girl's voice, he slowly raised his head...

"You..." The girl's breathing stopped slightly.

She never thought that there would be someone so perfect that even his eyes could easily catch people's hearts.

I'm afraid he is the best beauty in the world and cannot be compared with this man.

"roll!"

The man's red lips slightly opened and his voice was domineering.

There is obviously no wind in the stone room, but his silver has no wind, like a demon, shocking.

The girl took a few steps back, raised her head in surprise, her eyes were innocent, but her tone was filled with grievance: "What's wrong with you? Are you sick? Why are you so fierce to me? If you feel uncomfortable, tell me that I will ask the alchemist from the Lord's Mansion to help you see a doctor."

The man slowly lowered his hand tightly pressed his head. His fingers were slender and fair, so he could see the most.

Mo Xinyan revealed that there was no place on this man's body that was flawed, and his voice was even more magnetic, which touched her heart.

Her calm heart lake was like a stone thrown down after the man appeared, causing trouble.

"Why don't you speak?" Mo Xinyan saw that the man did not answer her words and continued, "You haven't told you my name yet. I am Mo Xinyan, just call me Yan'er."

Yan'er?

hiss!

The man pressed his head tightly again, and a severe pain came out, but his mind was blank, as if all the memories had been pulled away...

"Yan'er?"

He tried desperately to recall the past, but the more he thought about it, his mind became more and more explosive, as if there were hammers chiseling his head.

Mo Xinyan was happy: "Young Master, if you like it, you can keep calling me Yan'er in the future..."

The man's eyes changed from initial confusion to gloomy, and there was a cold temperature in his red lips.

"You are not worthy of the name Yan'er!"

boom!

Suddenly, the man flew up from the ice bed and started a strong wind.

Mo Xinyan didn't know what happened, but was blown to the ground by the strong wind.

She lay in a mess on the ground, looking in surprise at the direction where the man left, her pretty face turned pale.
Chapter completed!
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