"Mu Hanyan, you... you... aren't you dead..." Miss Zhao Si's eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at Mu Hanyan as if she had seen a ghost.
Next to him, Zhao Sining also had the same expression.
They had long believed that Mu Hanyan was bound to die, and when they suddenly saw him appearing in front of them, they were shocked and horrified, and their minds went blank.
"I'm dead, it's such a miserable death... ah... ah..." Seeing the horrified expressions of the two, Mu Hanyan rolled his eyes and said in a drawn-out voice.
As far as Mu Hanyan's voice is concerned, it's absolutely amazing, with this protracted tone, this vibrato, even Mu Nan next to him felt the hairs on his back stand on end, and subconsciously shrunk his neck.
"Ah... ah..." Miss Zhao Si was completely bewildered, and wanted to scream, but she couldn't scream like a cock that was strangled by the neck.
"I'm so lonely by myself. Why don't you go and accompany me? I will compensate you for what happened in the past. As long as you are willing to compensate me, you can revenge me any way you want..." Mu Hanyan was about to laugh out loud. Thinking of it really scared this guy, how many bad things he had to do to be so timid.
Mu Hanyan's voice dragged on longer, and when she was speaking, she quietly pulled back the hairband with vicious humor, and let her long hair hang down on purpose. The wind blows, her long hair dances lightly, coupled with the snow-white clothes she is wearing today, she looks even more pervasive. I have to say that Mu Dawan sometimes becomes vicious and interesting, which is really amazing.
No, not only Mu Nan's back is standing on end, but even his scalp is numb, and his hands and feet are also a little cold.
Miss Zhao Si's eyeballs began to turn white, and she was obviously frightened enough.
Mu Dawan continued his efforts, and stretched out his hand while letting out a mournful howl like a ghost. She is a daughter, her fingers are much slender and fairer than normal men's, and they are so white that there is a sense of transparency under the sun, which is originally beautiful and pleasing to the eye. But in this situation, Miss Zhao Si looked like a pair of ghost claws.
"Ah... ghost!" Just when Mu Hanyan's fingers touched Miss Zhao Si's body, Miss Zhao Si trembled all over, shivered, and ran away with a scream.
Zhao Sining's ability to escape was still so good, and he was still so proficient. Miss Zhao Si escaped at the same time without stopping her shouts.
"Hiss" came the sound of clothes being broken. Mu Hanyan's fingers accidentally hooked Miss Zhao Si's belt, and when she turned around, a hard and angular jewelry tore her clothes, revealing a large white flesh color.
Although he fled in embarrassment, his fair skin was still faintly visible, and his fair thighs exuded an intoxicating charm. Even though Uncle Zhao was busy running away, he didn't forget to take a look and swallowed heavily.
Holding a piece of rag in her hand, Mu Hanyan stared at Miss Zhao Si's intermittent back, and was stunned.
"Hahahaha, streaking again, streaking again, why does she have to run around every time she sees you? Is she addicted to running around? Doesn't this addiction seem to be very good?" Mu Nan was stunned for a long while, Finally turned around, pointed at Mu Hanyan and laughed.
After being stimulated by this, Mu Nan's back was no longer cold, his head was no longer numb, and his hands and feet became warmer. It's just that the way he looked at Mu Hanyan was extremely weird.
Mu Hanyan was speechless for a while, so what does it matter to me if she is not addicted? If you ask me who I'm going to ask, it's like I like tearing other people's clothes. Don't forget, you were the one who tore other people's clothes last time.