As soon as he opened his mouth, his throat felt like it was being torn apart.
Fu Yan quickly raised her hand to cover his mouth, frowning impatiently: "Your throat hurts, don't talk."
Xiao Xin nodded and groaned, "Mm."
Seeing that he had regained consciousness, Fu Yan's brows furrowed coldly as he glanced at Xiao Xin and said, "I am not He Yunzhou."
Those few words were like a thunderbolt that exploded over Xiao Xin's head.
He is not...
He shoved Fu Yan away and looked at him in disbelief.
Fu Yan didn't give him another chance to run away. He grabbed his wrist and brought him back to him.
He grabbed Xiao Xin's chin, forcing her to look up at him, his tone displeased: "Did you see clearly?"
With a closer look, you can see a small but noticeable beauty mark at the corner of Fu Yan's left eye.
Xiao Xin was stunned for a moment. Yes, the person in front of him was not He Yunzhou.
He Yunzhou isn't that fierce...
He Yunzhou died long ago.
Xiao Xin looked at Fu Yan indifferently, her wrist struggling to break free, "Let go..."
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
Fu Yan smiled, glancing at Xiao Xin with a playful look in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Now, your life is mine. I didn't ask you to die, so you can't die."
Yu Muqing rolled her eyes at Fu Yan from behind. It felt strange coming from Fu Yan's mouth.
A smug and unrestrained smile appeared on Fu Yan's handsome and aloof face.
As Xiao Xin watched, a chill inexplicably rose in his heart.
He suppressed his discomfort, chuckled softly, took a step back, and looked up at Fu Yan: "Who are you? Do I know you?"
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