Chapter 786

"I finally caught you."

The man's voice was low and dull, as if he was suppressing a certain mood that was about to collapse.

Thump, thump.

Don't cherish Yan's sudden jump. There is always an illusion in his heart that this person is Murong Yu.

But it's impossible.

She immediately rejected the idea.

"You, who are you?"

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed her consternation, and looked at the man staring at her as calmly as possible.

"You don't remember me?"

The man's eyes shrunk tightly when they fell on Mo Xiyan, and the turbulent black fog surged up at the bottom of his eyes, as if she could swallow her in the next second.

He is angry?

This understanding made Mo Xiyan instinctively shrink his head, and then step back as much as possible.

She stared more vigilantly at the man in front of her and told herself to be calm and never be impulsive again.

Because this man wants to kill himself, just like pressing an ant to death.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, I..."

The man may not have thought that she would be so alert to him, afraid of him, and even want to stay away from him.

For a time, I seemed to realize that there might be something wrong with their attitude, and I thought that they hadn't really been together for so many years, which was inevitable.

What's more, the Mo Xi Yan in front of us is not the Xi Yan in those days

Thinking of this, the man vented his breath instantly, and the momentum of his whole body weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mo Xiyan obviously felt that the pressure on himself was reduced and couldn't help blinking and looking at the man.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into the bottom of his eyes as deep as the deep sea.

As soon as she was stunned, she rubbed her eyes and only looked in again. The man seemed to have a more serious injury in his heart?

Mo Xi Yan pursed his lips and pressed down his impulse to comfort a man.

Tell yourself that the other person may be acting.

But her eyes, her heart, still involuntarily pay attention to this man.

At this time, she found that although the bottom of the man's eyes was dark and deep, it was still difficult to understand. When she looked carefully, there was a hard to understand regret, a deep tenderness, and a burning persistent look that surprised her.

Just looking at her eyes, she will think that this man loves himself.

But when he saw his own figure, reflected in his purple pupils like burning flames, his stunned expression was incompatible with his almost paranoid eyes.

Yes, it doesn't fit.

These four words made her lose for no reason.

He took it for granted.

After all, I don't know this man very well?

No, no, you love him. For thousands of years, the only man you love is him.

She just came up with that idea.

In my heart, a voice quickly denied her and told her in a positive tone.

She loves this man.

But is it possible?

Mo Xi Yan was stunned and looked up to see the man seriously, but he only felt that the figure in front of him was a little shaking, and he had held a black flower and handed it to her.

"Send you."

The two, like the black flowers, sounded with a cold voice, but forced Mo Xiyan to hear the taste of love.

She felt that she was probably influenced by the voice in her heart.

Otherwise, how could such an illusion occur?

Stay away from this man because he is dangerous.

She reminded herself soberly.

The man noticed the change of Mo Xiyan's eyes. The slightly reddish eyes were stained with fear and vigilance. The glittering and translucent eyes were suffused with hazy water light. It seemed that two lines of clear tears would fall in the next second.

The eyes with fear and fear were like a knife, which stabbed the man's heart and made him tremble from body to soul.

"This flower is called Moyuan."

The man's heart filled with an emotion called reluctant to give up. He gently took Mo Xiyan's hand, gently spread it out, and put the flower in her palm, gently closed it, "it's also called desperate love. I'll give you all of me."

"I..."

Mo Xiyan felt a stagnation of breath and didn't know how to answer men's questions.

At this time, she only felt that her heart was beating irregularly.

I don't know whether it's because of the man's attitude, or because of the man's voice, or because of the flower?

Although she doesn't know the flower.

But from the man's serious attitude, it can be seen that the flower named magic abyss must not be simple.

In addition, he added the following sentence: "I'll give you everything." the hint here is that even if you're stupid, you can't guess it.

"You don't have to rush to answer."

The man saw the tangle in Mo Xiyan's heart. He gently held her white wrist and gently rubbed her delicate white wrist for a long time.

Mo Xiyan found that the man's hand had not left since he had just handed her the flowers.

It made her embarrassed and ashamed.

Just raised his eyes, but he sank directly into the man's deep, confused eyes.

At this moment, she found that men not only have a frightening momentum, but also his appearance is beautiful and evil, which can overturn the impression of all beautiful men in her memory.

Such a strange and beautiful face is not feminine at all. Coupled with its tall and strong body shape and aggressive momentum, Mo Xiyan, who is half a head shorter than it, is like a kitten who has not been weaned, and does not have any threat at all.

Even her slightly trembling body now because of the fluctuation of emotion made her feel trembling because of fear.

Too fragile and too pitiful, the man involuntarily pulled up her wrist and pasted it gently on his lips. In contact with the gentle and delicate touch, his whole soul seemed to find a sigh, so that he couldn't help opening his lips and softly called, "Yan Yan."

Too, too much.

Mo Xiyan only felt that the ear socket was numb, and the whole soul trembled gently because of the man's magnetic voice.

This man is similar to Murong Yutai in both temperament and voice. Although his appearance is somewhat different, their body shape is the same.

It's just a cold evil spirit maniac, the other is upright and round. The only thing that makes Mo Xiyan feel special is that this man is very similar to Murong Yu's eyes, as well as the cold and strong aura of the bully.

She looked at the man in front of her and gradually became distracted. Then the next second, her wrist was painful, "hiss, what are you doing?"

She stared at the man in displeasure and quickly took back her hand. She just wanted to continue scolding. She just shivered when she raised her eyes and touched the bottom of the man's cold evil eyes. At this time, she remembered that the man in front of her was not Murong Yu