Chapter 27 Waste Wood or Genius

The man took two steps forward and held her hand with a smile, "It was this hand that hurt me just now? Do you know what will happen to anyone who hurts this king?"

Hexi slowly calmed down and breathed, the pain in her internal organs made her complexion as pale as rice paper.

He moved his wrist lightly, trying to get rid of the man's control, but his body was pulled hard by him and pulled into his arms.

"Last time, in order to arouse the interest of this king, a woman who pretended to be arrogant pointed her sword at this king in public? Then, she couldn't hold the sword anymore." The low voice carried a bit of evil. The danger of charm, "Little girl, do you think I should abolish your hand or the meridians of your whole body?"

"If you want to waste it, you will waste it. What do you say so much? Do you think I will beg you?" Hexi raised her head and sneered, her face was bleak, but her eyes were bright as stars, full of stubbornness and arrogance, without any retreat.

The man's heart moved slightly, and for a while it seemed as if something was imprinted in his heart by these eyes, and the heart lake, which had always been calm and condensed, had inexplicably ripples.

He couldn't help laughing lowly, the pressure on his body faded, and there was a bit of helplessness in his voice: "You are so young, why are you so stubborn?"

Hexi frowned, and was about to retort, when suddenly he felt a stream of pureness penetrate through the body through the wrist vein that was buckled, and instantly spread all over the body.

The cool breath, with the domineering domineering of others, roamed quickly in her body until she reached her dantian. The pain that was about to tear her internal organs apart disappeared, replaced by a refreshing feeling that made her feel so comfortable that she wanted to sigh.

"What are you doing?" He Xi was surprised, is this person healing himself?

But what responded to her was the man's incomparably shocked expression, he tightly clasped Hexi's wrist, his expression changed, and after a long while he said solemnly: "I heard that the third young lady of Nalan House, Nalan Hexi, has been tortured since she was a child. Diagnosed as a rubbish who can't cultivate, that's why he was abandoned in this mountain and wild land with thin aura. Are you—really the rumoured rubbish Nalan Hexi?"

Hexi was startled in his heart, but the expression on his face did not change at all. He said lightly: "Didn't you find out about my identity and background before you tracked it here? What's more, who would I be if I wasn't Nalan Hexi?"

snort! This body is indeed Nalan Hexi's, and there has never been a precedent for rebirth in this world. As long as she doesn't recognize her, no one can say that she is not Nalan Hexi!

The man laughed in a low voice, his voice full of playfulness: "Haha, what a waste who can't cultivate. There are so many blind people in the world."

He Xi was startled, and repeatedly asked, "What do you mean by that?" The little face that had been calm and calm, finally showed a slight fluctuation at this moment.

The warm palm suddenly clasped her jaw, the man leaned down, stared at her clear phoenix eyes, and slowly said: "Is it Nalan Hexi? This king remembers you, I believe we will soon. Goodbye."

"Who the hell are you?"

Hexi's cold and stern question just sounded, but he only felt a breath, and the man who was standing in front of him disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The candles flickered in the whole room, but she was the only one, standing alone, as if the strange man who had just appeared was just her hallucination.

asshole--! Hexi scolded secretly, gritted her teeth and lay back on the bed, dodging back to the space.

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