Chapter 1381: Doubts in the night

The little demon in front of him is a standard character who stepped down and climbed high. Such a person can cut two sides with three swords, can flex and stretch, and uses whatever means to achieve his purpose ...
Such a person can be friends with anyone when they are not in power. As long as you have a little use for her, she will be enthusiastic about you. After a saddle horse, a small mouth can coax you into a group of people with weak will. Maybe they will really be friends with this kind of person, and take heart to her.
But as long as you don't pay attention, she will stab you in the back! You betrayed the fastest! And once she gained power, she would immediately raise her tail for a long time, but all her friends at the time stepped on her feet and flirted--
It is this type of person that Fang Xiyan hates most in her life, and this Azi is obviously the best representative of this kind of person. Fang Xiyan hates it so much that she naturally won't betray her.
She has given her face without stepping on her! Still want her to plead? dream! She was not possessed by the Virgin!
She stepped back in disgust, pondering whether to kick her in return for the vengeance she had just had ...
A Zi naturally understood her silent rejection, but she didn't give up. She reached out her hand tremblingly and wanted to pull Fang Xiyan's skirt corner: "Girl ..."
Unexpectedly, she just reached out her hand, and a ray of red light came straight on! There was a loud noise, and A Zi screamed, her wrist was actually cut off by the red light ...
Fang Xiyan was busy and took a step back, so as not to be sprayed by the purple blood spraying from her wrist ...
Azi's face was so pale that she almost rolled around. She thought that she would touch heaven, but she was pushed back to so soon—
"Devil, Master Devil, forgive slaves--" She did not care about the blood on her wrists, and trembled for mercy.
Feng Xiaoxun glanced down at her, smiled suddenly, and smiled, but everyone shivered: "Do you want her green dress?" His voice was flat and gentle, like a close Man shopping in the mall, softly asking his girlfriend.
Azither flinched and shook his head again and again: "Dare, Azi is afraid--"
"I didn't dare, but I didn't want to--" Feng Xiaoxun's voice was slow and slow, and she felt cold. But let Azi's heart sink instantly, and he hurriedly hoeed: "Slave-slave is unwilling ..."
"Not willing? I hate this color?" Feng Xiaoxun's voice was softer, but also more trembling.
Azi shuddered even more: "Slave was never afraid to be dismissed. Slaves ... are not worthy of this color ..." She finally realized that she had a few pounds or two weights in the heart of the demon. Compared with Fang Xiyan, She couldn't even match her hair!