For example... the candlelight goes out in an instant, and everything in front of you is pitch black. What would it feel like if the candlelight is lit again and a beautiful woman appears next to you?
Under the hazy moonlight, the person's profile was breathtakingly beautiful. If her pair of phoenix eyes were slightly curved, they would be so beautiful that women would feel ashamed of themselves, and even men would be fascinated by them.
However, these black pupils were filled with hostility and gloom, and there was a hint of gloom in the eyes, which only added danger to this beauty.
It was difficult to tell whether this beauty was androgynous, but Fei Wan was very familiar with this beauty. She was none other than Song Ditang, whom she had always been wary of.
Sure enough... reborn.
Fei Wan lowered her eyelashes, her eyes fell on the dagger at her neck, but she was not panicked and spoke lightly.
"Who are you?"
Song Ditang leaned close to her, the corner of his lips brushing against her ear, so intimate that it gave Fei Wan goosebumps all over her body.
"Hmm...? Wanwan, who am I?"
He snorted softly, looking at her with eyes full of affection, but in an instant they darkened, "Wanwan, stop pretending, I know..."
"You're just like me."
This sentence was like a thunderclap, and Fei Wan realized that he couldn't get away with it.
She was the one who cleaned up the mess left by the original owner.
Tsk, trouble.
However, there are challenges.
“Is that so…?”
Fei Wan smiled gently, and slowly put her hand against the finger that was holding the dagger, but she didn't use much force. Instead, she leaned forward slightly and moved closer.
The dagger was not an ordinary item, it was just slightly modified. It was not that Wan controlled the range well, but that it cut the skin but did not leave any blood marks.
Now, she doesn't need to hide it.
Many things have changed in the past few days since she was expelled from the sect. Song Ditang couldn't believe that she was still the same person as before.
Why don’t you say she is not the original owner?
She was sure that if Song Ditang knew this fact, he would drag her to hell. Song Ditang didn't know her true nature before, but now he only thought that her current personality was just like that.
"You can't touch me."
It’s just a simple sentence. Song Ditang is a smart man and it’s impossible for him not to understand it.
It is not surprising that he was able to sneak into Tianmiao Sect with his current cultivation level, but if he touched her, Rongze would definitely know it at the first time.
It wasn't that Fei Wan didn't want to resist; she was cultivating. Even though Ling Xijian was dormant, she could summon him. But Song Ditang's identity was too special, and she didn't want to get involved with him and get into any trouble in the Tianmiao Sect.
He didn't care about the life or death of the sect behind Song Ditang, but the most important thing was... he was a demon lurking in the sect.
Once he takes action in Tianmiao Sect, Tianmiao Sect will follow the clues to find the demonic forces behind him.
The original owner... really left her with a huge surprise. She really dared to provoke anyone.
"Wanwan...is this what the real you is like?"
There was a hint of surprise in Song Ditang's eyes, but he was not afraid of Fei Wan's words. Instead, his eyes were filled with deep interest, and he became even more excited.
Before Fei Wan could speak, Song Ditang's eyes darkened, and a sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of his lips: "No matter what, you are the one who seduced your own master and got entangled with your fellow disciples..."
He paused, his expression uncertain, "Oh, no... Ye Nanxing, he's now your junior fellow apprentice, and you spend every day with him. Do you want to continue your relationship with him this time?"
Song Ditang moved the dagger upwards, and Fei Wan felt the cold touch and... the obsession and extreme danger in his eyes.
"If scratching my face can make you feel better, then do it."
Fei Wan didn't resist at all. She closed her eyes and looked like she was ready to do whatever he wanted.
I can't confront Song Ditang. The more I resist, the more this pervert Song Ditang likes me.
She had no idea whether Song Ditang would really want to scratch her face in extreme anger. After all, she had been deceived for so long. Even though she had been punished before, she still couldn't suppress her emotions when she saw a familiar person.
"Wanwan..."
Song Ditang half-closed his eyes, but suddenly stopped talking.
The clear voice of a young man was heard outside the door.
"Has Senior Sister rested?"
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