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Chapter 421 Like a Thief

It is like the ding-dong of flowing water, and the rustling of fallen leaves.

His voice was still so deep and charming, like Satan from hell.

That's right.

He is Satan, he is the devil.

The word 'kill' spit out from his lips is so confusing.

The coolness on the dagger shows the deep hatred between them.

Murong Yan's charming eyes closed slightly sadly, his unique scent of agarwood lingered in her breath, pulling her heart: "Then kill, Dugu Lie, if I, Murong Yan, die here today, look Will the entire Dali Temple look for you desperately?"

"Heh..." Dugulie's Adam's apple rolled down, first he chuckled lightly, and then laughed heartily, he suddenly put away the dagger, and then walked around in front of her gracefully, pinching her delicate chin with his slender fingers.

A slight dull pain made Murong Yan open her eyes.

At a glance, it is ten thousand years.

Every time she saw him, Murong Yan's soul seemed to be sucked away.

His perfect outline, rigid lines, curvaceous appearance, and slightly raised deer eyes all made her heart flutter.

Her heart was in severe pain.

But she endured, desperately endured.

On the surface, he pretended to be calm and breezy, with a touching smile on his face: "I didn't expect the majestic leader of the Dugu sect to sneak into other people's tea room like a thief. It's ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" Dugu Lie's amber eyes shone with the light of the dark night, and his whole body was filled with the aura of the quack. This aura is not a pure aura of the quagmire, but mixed with noble blood, like a demon king in the dark night. He curled his lips: " This is not your tea room, so what does this suzerain have to do with you when he comes in."

Yes.

What to do with her.

Murong Yan was blocked and could not speak a word.

She turned her head away, the perfect side face made Dugulie's eyes deep, and he once again straightened Murong Yan's face frantically, there was no tenderness at all, Amber looked at her with scorching eyes, and sized her up. Circle, taunting: "This suzerain hates you wearing this clothes the most."

"Heh." Murong Yan returned him with a mocking smile: "But I just like to wear this dress. Sect Master Dugu Lie doesn't like many clothes, but..."

"Murong Yan." Her indifferent attitude completely angered Dugu Lie, he grasped Murong Yan's slender waist with his generous palm, and pulled hard towards his chest, spraying ambiguous heat on her skin: " do not challenge my limit."

"You..." Murong Yan's face was as red as burning coals, she bit her bright red lips and stared at him coldly: "Shameless, obscene."

"You haven't learned about my shameless obscenity?" Dugulie pinched her waist fiercely, and Amber's eyes stared at her lips presumptuously: "Or do you mean you forgot? Do you need me to help you remember? "

He is too dangerous.

The breath approached, making Murong Yan suffocate: "No need."

"I think you need it." As soon as the deep voice fell, Dugulie took her breath away.

Distressed.

The pain caused Murong Yan to burst into tears, and she slammed Dugu Lie's hard shoulder with her clenched fist.

But Dugulie is a beast, how could Shu Tan let her go before the food tasted.

Murong Yan looked at his curled eyelashes, and felt so painful that she couldn't breathe.

What is he doing?Take her for something.

'Hiss', a gasping sound sounded.

Murong Yan took advantage of Dugu Lie's inattention and bit his shoulder fiercely, almost piercing through his thin clothing and crushing him, as if this is the only way to relieve her anger.

(End of this chapter)