The air solidified in this second.

Shura's hands remained in the air blankly, and a nearly weird loss of consciousness appeared on his face. All the coldness and cruelty were swept away when he heard the name Meimei, and slowly, they turned into a helpless, even a little desperate desolate and tenderness...

"Meimei?!" He looked at Xiaoxing almost insanely, and the hand that was parked in the air began to tremble gently. After a long time, he slowly raised his head, his eyes shining with two balls of burning blood, and each word seemed to bite out of his teeth: "Huanye, what did you just say?"

"Shura, I said she is Meimei!" At this moment, Huan Ye's expression was almost gray, and there was no trace of blood on his face. But she knew clearly that this matter could not be hidden, and she could never be hidden anymore. Finally, she took a deep breath and looked at Shura, "Shura, you heard it right, Mo Yuxing is Meimei!"

"What, how is that possible?!" Shura slowly turned his head and his eyes fell back to Xiaoxing without moving.

But Xiaoxing's confused expression obviously showed that she didn't know anything: "Mei, Meimei?! Hey, why are you... you look at me like this?! I... I don't know anything Meimei..."

Huanye closed his eyes and sighed: "You don't need to know you, you are yourself!"

"I am?!" Xiaoxing became even more confused, "How is it possible? How could I be beautiful? Are you wrong?! I am Mo Yuxing, the second lady of the Mo family in Qingtian, Mo Yuxiao's sister - Mo, Yu, Xing!"

"No, you are not Mo Yuxing." In this second, Huan Ye's eyes were also staring at Xiaoxing, as if he wanted to completely reveal the secret. "You should know more than anyone else. You are not the second lady of the Mo family, because you are just a little girl picked up by Mo Yuxiao!"

Xiaoxing's eyes suddenly opened wide when Huanye said this. How could she know this?! At the same time, Shura seemed to get a hint of signal in her shocked expression, and a hint of hope immediately emerged on his face: "You are really a child picked up by the Mo family?"

Xiaoxing was a little injured. She raised her head and met Shura's gaze: "So what if I am a child picked up by the Mo family? That doesn't mean that I am Meimei? Let me tell you, you are not allowed to look at me with such strange eyes? I am not Meimei! Not Meimei! I am not!!"

At this moment, she was almost hysterical. Because, although she didn't know what kind of relationship the girl named Meimei had with the man named Shura in front of her, when Shura looked at her, the tenderness and love in her eyes as deep as the sea made her heart inexplicably scared. Yes, she was afraid, she was afraid that he looked at her like this, she was afraid-she might have really become the girl named Meimei...

"There is a way to know if you are?" At this moment, Shura suddenly spoke, with obvious depression hidden in his voice. He seemed to try hard to calm himself down, but his eyes looking at Xiaoxing were still so suffocatingly and urgent.

"You, you, what do you want to do?" Xiaoxing watched him approaching him little by little, his voice exuding a strong fear.

However, no matter how she hides, Shura's palm hit her back like a gust of wind. The next second, with a "tear--" sound, Xiaoxing's clothes on his back were immediately torn a long hole.

Shameless! He, he dared to take off her clothes—

In an instant, a sense of humiliation immediately surrounded Xiaoxing, and tears gushed out of her eyes. At this moment, she couldn't care about anything and tried all her strength to break away from Shura's confinement. Then she waved her hand, and with a "pa" sound, a loud slap cut through the darkness of the cell like a sharp sword, tightly grasping everyone's heart...

But.

Shura's eyes never left Xiaoxing's back for a second.

That kind of gaze.

That desolate look as snowy as gaze.

Let Xiaoxing stop the next second after he waved his slap.

Why?!

Why was it clearly him who bullied her, but at this moment, looking at his eyes, she felt guilty!

His face was swollen and red, but he seemed to have not felt it, just staring at him like a wounded beast. His eyes were so quiet and so sad that Xiaoxing's heart hurt little by little...

What's going on?!

What's going on?!

…………

for a long time.

Huan Ye gently placed Xiaocheng, who was touched by the acupoint, and the tears on Xiaocheng's face had already dried up. At this moment, she widened her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her, with a look of surprise on her face.

"You should believe it now, right?" Huan Ye slowly approached Shura and said in an apology tone.

She knew how much Shura wanted to see Meimei again, but she could always hide Meimei's whereabouts. She was really guilty of this.

Shura nodded, and his eyes gradually returned to calm. Then, he looked at Xiaoxing with a painful look: "Meimei! I didn't expect that you, really, are, Meimei..."

"What, what does it mean?" At this moment, Xiaoxing began to panic in his heart. Why? Why did he tear her clothes and think that she was the beautiful look. Why did she do something inexplicable? "You made a mistake! You must be you made a mistake! I am not a beautiful person! I will not have anything to do with you bad guys! You made a mistake! You must be made a mistake!"

"Meimei, stop talking!" Huanye's cold voice interrupted Xiaoxing's shouting.

Then, Huan Ye turned his head and looked at Shura. The two seemed to have reached a tacit understanding. Then the next second, they almost tore open the clothes on their backs at the same time...

"How is that possible?" At this moment, Xiaoxing was almost stunned, "Impossible, impossible..."

She didn't know why there was a purple-red mark on their backs that was the same as herself. Isn't that ugly thing the birthmark that only she has? Why do they have it? Why...

In this second, Xiaocheng was thrown in the corner and opened her eyes widened. There was actually a piece of the same thing on the backs of the three people, exactly the same...

Oh my God, what's going on?! How could Xiaoxing have something to do with Hell Pavilion...
Chapter completed!