ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

She hadn't felt good for the past few days since the mysterious man in black left that mark on her chest that night.

Yan Hui's personality is also proud, that is, she was insulted by Zitong, she secretly gritted her teeth I don't know how many times, thinking about snatching back a scene, not to mention, the other party wants her to be a dog, where is she willing.

It's just that every time I think about it, I always feel very humiliated, and I just think about using my star power to erase this mark on my chest.

It's a pity that every time it backfires, but she wants to erase this mark, and the power on the mark is getting stronger and stronger, and the pain is once and for all, and no matter how strong Yan Hui's personality is, it has been tortured to the point of almost collapse.

Finally, compromise.

"In the future, you will know that being my dog is something more to be proud of than being the empress of Beizhou."

Overhead, the man's voice sounded faintly, still as calm as a god, and as proud as a god.

Among them, the empress of Beizhou is obviously alluding to the purple pupil.

Yan returned to her chest, the pain gradually receded, and she gasped to lift her face.

"Don't forget, you're a dog now, what will a dog look like when it sees its owner?"

Yan Hui was stunned.

Dog?!

She had it when she was young, and I remember that every time she came back from outside, the little yellow dog would bark and run out, and then he would come over and sniff at her, and then lick her feet.

Is she going to lick his feet like a dog?!

No, she couldn't.

She just thought that she couldn't do it, and the pain in her chest hit fiercely again, Yan Hui's eyes were dark, and she almost fainted in pain, but she never fainted, and the pain seemed to be very good at this kind of game, and she could torture her to death every time, but she didn't let her die.

Yan Hui clenched his teeth, but he still couldn't stand it, so he supported the ground with his hands, crawled over, and licked the man's feet.

The man's feet were covered with ink-colored boots embroidered with golden moire, and the boots were spotlessly clean, as if no dust in this world could fall on him.

On the head, with a slight touch, it turned out to be a palm that touched her head very lightly, but the feeling was similar to the feeling she felt when she touched the dog she had raised.

"Good." The palm on her head was removed, and the man rarely praised her, "Snow knife, bring it." ”

Then, the palm of that hand reached out.

This time, Yan Hui saw it very clearly, it was a palm as white as jade, the palm was so clean that there was no trace of thin calluses, it was obviously pampered, and the fingers were thin and long, it was an extremely beautiful palm.

She raised her hand and took out the snow knife from the ring, placing her hands in the palms of the man, not daring to look up at the other person's face the whole time.

The man raised his palm and looked at the falling snow knife between his fingers, and the other palm moved over and gently covered the knife, and a rich purple light immediately overflowed from his palm, enveloping the falling snow knife.

Yan Hui felt that power, and in the end, he was curious, and raised his face slightly.

At this time, the purple brilliance had obviously faded a lot, and through the brilliance, she could clearly see that her falling snow knife seemed to be melted with a layer of aqua blue things, and as the brilliance gradually weakened, those aqua blue things also sank into the blade little by little.

Suddenly, there was a flash of brilliance, and everything was gone, and only her falling snow knife was left in the man's palm, but this knife was very different from before.

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