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An Qian forced herself to calm down. She clenched her teeth, not allowing her voice to sound scared from fear.

She pretended to give up her struggle for power, pretended to be embarrassed, and pouted. "Sang Yan, don't be like this. If you try to force your way in, won't that make others look down on you? "

"If you look down on me, then look down on me. I, Sang Yan, do not need anyone to look down on me." Because those who look down on you will all die! "

"…" This man was simply too presumptuous.

Such a domineering and domineering style was comparable to Mo Eversnow's.

"At the very least, you have to let me see how you look like. You're wearing a mask, isn't that a little too scary …" "I can't get into the atmosphere at all …"

After saying this, An Qian wished that she could kill herself! His tone was like he was acting coquettishly.

The man's actions halted as a hint of thought flashed through his dark eyes.

This expression was caught by An Qian.

She secretly summoned her strength. Today, she would definitely die! She didn't want to be a ghost. At the very least, she had to know who killed her. After she died, even a wraith would come and take her life!

Thus, she quickly raised her hand and knocked off the silver mask that the man wore.

Both of them were shocked at the same time.

The man never seemed to think that this woman would be so daring as to slap his mask off. Astonishment and astonishment was written all over that handsome and elegant face.

His face could be said to be of the highest quality. Her skin was bronzed and exuded a healthy glow. His sword-like brows were jet-black as if they had been dipped in ink. The yin owl-like eyes emitted a wild and unruly light, and it was deep and dizzying. This kind of gaze could not be looked at directly. Looking at it, it was as if one was about to be sucked in. Under his tall and straight nose, his thin lips were pressed into a cold straight line.

This was definitely a peerless beauty that existed between the strong and the weak, between yin and yang. Amongst the demons, there was a little bit of innocence, but there was also a little bit of evil in their sincerity.

An Shuang was dumbfounded. This man was simply a masterpiece by God, a Satan who had created trouble for women!

After a brief moment of astonishment, the corner of her voice revealed a playful smile as she teasingly said, "So, are you satisfied with this trash?"

"Satisfied?" An Qian also quickly regained her senses. She nodded seriously and said, "I am quite satisfied."

"Then what are we waiting for?" "Let's continue." The man seemed to be really lustful. He impatiently hugged her slender waist, and moved his lips closer to hers.

An Qian's body cleverly dodged the attack again.

Sang Yan suddenly stopped. His brows slightly furrowed as he looked into her eyes. The initial frivolous and playful look slowly turned into a warning. And his tone was as cold as a winter hailstorm.

"Woman, do you know what happens to this sovereign after meeting me?"

An Shuang blinked and asked, "What is it?"

He lifted her hair and brought it up to his nose. Smelling it, he said, "Either be my woman, or... "Die!"

An Qian held her breath, her face unperturbed as she spoke.

"However …" Sang Yan unhurriedly opened his mouth, and said with a frivolous yet somewhat emotional tone, "You smell so good, I'm not willing to let you die. "Therefore, you can only be my woman."

His expression, his handsome face as he spoke, the admiration in his eyes. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed to be the case. However, An Qian wasn't stupid. Although she was still young, she wasn't naive enough to believe that this man had fallen in love with her after meeting her for the first time.

This was simply too ridiculous! If that was the case, then Sang Yan lacked a lot of love. But the fact was, he should have countless women by his side.

She lowered her head and lowered her eyes, thinking about what she should do next.

After all, a weak girl like her would surely be unable to defeat him. Moreover, there was no way to know where she was right now. Moreover, it was unknown how many people from Sang Yan's group were outside watching the battle, so it was hard for them to escape.

When her thoughts fell into the man's eyes, it was with hesitation.

He stretched out his slender fingers and gently lifted her pointed jaw, forcing her to raise her neck. He looked straight into her eyes. In the man's eyes, there was a hint of a dark owl within the shadow of a smile.

This must be a man who had lived a long life of self-confidence and conceit. He should be the same as Mo Eversnow; he was never allowed to be rejected.

Sang Yan said, "Woman, your choice is to be my woman or to die."

Of course she wouldn't choose to die! It was even more impossible for him to choose to be his woman.

An Qian gave a charming smile. This was the first time she revealed such a smile in front of Sang Yan. Her arm coquettishly wrapped around the man's neck. She opened the corner of her eyes and smiled slightly.

An Shuang was simply as beautiful as a fairy, a stunning sight to behold!

Even someone like Sang Yan, who had read countless people, couldn't help but see through it.

Until the woman, who was as gentle as water, became addicted to the idea of aphrodisiac, "Death is such a scary thing, I don't want to choose."

Sang Yan's face sank, but his eyes flashed with an incomparably domineering light. His arm was like an iron hook as it wrapped around her waist. With a bit of force, he pulled her body closer to him.

"Then be my woman!"

An Qian slightly frowned, her face blushing. "But …" I want to take a bath. " As he spoke, a pair of innocent big eyes stared at the man with limpid eyes.

The man smiled. Since this was his territory and there were soldiers defending outside, he didn't believe that she would run away.

"There's a door. If you turn left, you'll be in the bathroom."

"Thank you." An Qian smiled gently as she lowered her wrist from the man's neck.

An Qian walked towards the door, while Sang Yan stood on the spot and cast a deep glance at her delicate back. Suddenly, he said, "Take off your shoes."

An Qian was stunned for a moment. She turned around and suspiciously asked, "Are you going to leave me here?"

"That's right." The man smiled.

Outside, it was all weeds and dead leaves. Even if she found a chance to run out, she wouldn't run too far. For such a weak woman, if she were barefooted, her feet would soon be punctured. How could she endure this pain?

However, An Qian was not aware of this. She knew nothing about the situation outside. In order to make the man trust her more, she happily nodded. "Okay." Thus, she took off her shoes in front of the man.

Sang Yan's face revealed a satisfied smile.