He Lanyao looked at the little boy running towards her in a hurry, stretched out a finger and lifted the little boy up from the collar, smiling softly: "Why, we just met and you already like me so much?"
"You, you, you."
The frail boy's face turned red, and he pointed at He Lanyao as if out of anger: "You are shameless."
"Oh," He Lanyao nodded, "I'm still a witch."
He Lanyao turned to look at Li Xin, who seemed to be blushing, and secretly wondered, could it be because she just talked in his ear?
But she looked at this kid who looked so steady, and it didn't seem like he would blush because of such a thing.
People.
"By the way, I'll call you Xiaoxin from now on, little guy."
It's not that Li Xin's name sounds unpleasant, it's just that she prefers the name Xiaoxin.
"Young Master, you have told this witch your name," the frail boy stuttered.
Li Xin nodded, what's wrong with the name?
He Lanyao looked at Li Xin, Li Xin's face was still red, and he said in a stiff tone: "Don't call me little guy, you are not older than me."
She was already in her twenties.
He Lanyao was about to speak when she remembered that she had only been in this body for fifteen years.
He Lanyao knocked on Li Xin's head: "You always look small, but look, you are not taller than me."
Li Xin is actually almost as tall as He Lan Yao, and even one centimeter taller than He Lan Yao.
Just because of He Lanyao's comparison, Li Xin's face turned even redder, and he said to He Lan Yao with a bad look on his face, "I'm leaving first."
Really, half the teenagers these days can’t bear to be told the truth.
Helan Yao blew her fingers again and saw a thin and small body next to her, about to follow Li Xin.
He Lanyao stretched out her hand and grabbed the young man's collar: "What are you going to do?"
"I'm chasing the young master," the frail young man tried to move forward, but was pulled by He Lanyao and couldn't move forward.
The frail young man saw his young master getting further and further away from him, tears almost oozing out of the corners of his eyes.
"You witch, let me go.
I want to be with the young master."
Why did this sound so awkward?
He Lanyao suddenly felt guilty about being a mistress.
However, how could she let this kid go?
If this kid left, how could she make Li Xin listen to her?
"Xiaoxin has entrusted you to my care.
Of course you can't leave."
"Impossible," the frail young man's eyes had lost sight of his young master: "My young master will not abandon me, let alone entrust me to a monster like you."
The young man didn't finish his words, because He Lanyao's bright dagger began to dangle in front of his eyes again, and the young man's neck suddenly began to hurt.
That's right, Helan Yao patted the young man's clean face, "I like obedient people, and, for those who try to escape or don't obey my orders, my approach is generally not gentle."
Behind He Lanyao The young man who was about to run away suddenly stood up at attention, obediently not daring to move a step.
The witch just shook the dagger.
Damn it, the young man felt that his eyes were hurt by the dagger.
Young Master, how could you leave him like this no matter where you are?
The young man's heart was bleeding.
How could the girl in front of him, who was only about the same age as him, be so dangerous?
Could it be the daughter of that demon sect in the world?
The young man wrapped himself in his thin clothes and suddenly felt that his future was in doubt
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