That year, that day, that scene, that person, that love.

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Mr. Yan was shaken, this was a shaken that anyone could see.

When Yin Lu changed her voice with the extraordinary power left by Wen Ya on her vocal cords, she could see shock and surprise and a moment of trance in Mr. Yan's expression.

Yin Lu knew very well this kind of trance. At this moment, in Mr. Yan's eyes, Yin Lu was no longer Yin Lu, but another person.

A person who is unforgettable to Mr. Yan.

"From the first time I saw you, I knew that you saw someone else's shadow in me." Yin Lu changed her voice back and smiled and pulled the two small curly hairs beside her forehead: "I guess I have become that 'shadow' now."

Mr. Yan took a deep breath and returned to normal. He shook his head and said, "No, you are not her, you are not worthy of her. Wen Gu Sheng's trick is good, but if you think you can change your hairstyle and put on some light makeup and change your voice, it will be really ridiculous - I want to knock you down immediately!"

Mr. Yan didn't laugh, he got angry.

He kicked the ground and rushed to Yin Lu with the effect of the "Leap" spell that had not been lifted, raised his right fist, trying to smash the "illusion" in front of him with one punch.

Yin Lu did not panic or dodge. She just turned her eyes and changed her voice again. Chuchu said pitifully: "What? Do you want to kill me again?"

The fist froze in the air.

This time, it was not a trance, but a complete confusion.

Yin Lu did not miss this opportunity. As soon as Mr. Yan's figure paused, a black shadow flew out from Yin Lu's waist and shot towards Mr. Yan.

Fortunately, Mr. Yan just froze his fists and attacks, and did not stop there waiting for slaughter. After just one second of his stagnation, he immediately retreated quickly and successfully escaped from Yin Lu's "black shadow" attack range.

The "black shadow" that fell to the ground, like a giant snake, spreading into a ball, and spitting out a poisonous tongue at Mr. Yan.

"The whip is good and good." Mr. Yan Luodi also had the intention to tease him: "It seems that women will indeed have an unusual preference for things that are 'long'!"

"Isn't men the same?" Although Yin Lu hit the sky with one blow, she seemed more confident. She lifted her long hair and said with a smile: "Dare you say that when you first met the master of this shadow, the one that attracted your attention was not this long black hair?"

Mr. Yan smiled on his face, but he couldn't feel happy at all.

At that moment, Mr. Yan really recognized the wrong person, completely recognized the wrong person.

At this moment, Mr. Yan completely believed that the combination of Wenya and Yin Lu could really reproduce the image of that person - even if it was only for a moment.

Just one moment, just one moment is enough.

Even if it is just a snap of your finger, as long as "that person" can appear, Mr. Yan will no longer be the indestructible body of Vajra.

"That person" is Mr. Yan's only weakness, the only cover on the iron shirt.

She is the only woman in the world who can turn Mr. Yan into a "human".

——Wenya can’t do this, Jiang Yeying can’t do it, and Yin Lu can’t do it. Only she, only the figure that Mr. Yan can never touch, has such magic.

Wenya is terrible because she not only found the correct keyhole, but also created a key that could almost open the big lock.

Yin Lu, who is somewhat similar to "that person", has a changed voice and Wen Ya's understanding of what happened between Mr. Yan and "that person", created this shadow, which may be harmless to others but is absolutely fatal to Mr. Yan.

If only Yin Lu is standing in front of her, Mr. Yan can instantly pinch her to death like an ant. Even if she is a woman who has done "efficacy" with Mr. Yan, if necessary, Mr. Yan can turn against others at any time.

But when she stood there with such a look, and when she said in a voice that does not belong to her that only Mr. Yan should only know what Mr. Yan should only know, she is not just Yin Lu.

In other words, Mr. Yan had no way of treating her as Yin Lu.

One second, one tenth of a second, even if it is only one hundredth of a second, Yin Lu indeed transformed into "that person".

Therefore, Mr. Yan also became a human being, a person who could be knocked down.

Mr. Yan is definitely not a match for these two women, he is definitely not.

This is not a gap in strength, but a fatal pit in my heart.

Wenya grabbed Mr. Yan's fatal point, but Mr. Yan didn't catch him.

Wenya won this battle.

At this time, Mr. Yan suddenly sighed and asked with his donkey lips inconsistently: "What time is it now?"

"Hmm?" Yin Lu, who didn't know what Mr. Yan's gourd was selling, frowned and said, "What do you want to do? Do you sneak attack when I'm watching the time? There is a clock here, right behind you, why don't you turn your head and look at it yourself?"

Mr. Yan said "Oh" and turned his head to look.

At 2:17 in the morning, fifteen minutes had passed since Li Yanyu entered the room.

"It's time already, how long will we have to delay?" Mr. Yan complained helplessly: "That guy is really a waste of time."

"That guy? What are you talking about?" Yin Lu asked inexplicably.

"It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you." Mr. Yan turned around and looked at Yin Lu, and said with a boring look on his face: "Okay, I can't attack you now, but if I just dodge, your whip won't touch me. Do we want to continue to hide and seek like this meaninglessly?"

"Are you so confident?" Yin Lu snorted coldly, shook the long whip in her hand into a circle, and the thorns on the whip stretched out with their teeth and claws, as if ready to tear Mr. Yan's skin at any time.

Mr. Yan looked at the whip shadow like a serpent and shrugged: "If you don't believe it, you can give it a try."

Before Mr. Yan could finish his words, the whip was rolled up.

The figures and whip shadows flashed in the air, and a game of cats and mice began.

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Everything is running steadily in elegant calculations.

But at this time, Wen Ya felt a strange sense of ominousness.

"It's strange." Wenya touched the thin paper with the word "Zong" written on it, closed her eyes and said in a state of concentration: "Strange, what is he planning?"

Why does Wen Ya, who clearly controls the overall situation, feel like she is in a trap?

In the corner of this room filled with yellow paper, on the ground behind the sofa where Jiang Nightingale sat, a hole suddenly appeared, a round hole.

A hand stretched out from the hole and climbed to the edge of the floor.

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It's better to have a holiday...
Chapter completed!