That is a man who can no longer be described as handsome. His face seems to be carved out, with sharp angles but still soft face shape, set off by a high bridge of nose. Coupled with the sultry thin lips, and those pair of

The dark eyes that can make people sink into them without paying attention... How can the word handsome be so great?

Mo Zifei, who was dressed in white, glanced at him, and a sharp light shot out of his eyes. Xiao Lige shuddered, and finally woke up from the handsome boy's confusion.

"You, why are you wearing such strange clothes?" She then noticed that the other party was actually wearing an ancient robe. The black hair was in sharp contrast with the white robe. Men have long hair and wear robes? She used

I glanced at the bearded men from the corner of my eye, and they all had long hair.

Could it be that he has traveled through time?

Ignoring the ever-changing expressions on Xiao Lige's face, Mo Zifei pinched the index finger and thumb of his right hand, and then looked at Xiao Lige. At this moment, she seemed to be sure of something, and she nodded her head several times and walked towards her.

"Hello, handsome guy, my name is Xiao Lige. Thank you for saving me just now, but can you do me one more favor? It's very simple! Just pinch me to see if I'm dreaming."

She still had a playful smile on her face, unaware of the danger of her current situation. Mo Zifei's face, which had never changed much, twisted, and he was surprised. This woman seemed to be able to break his soul-leaving technique.

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With a movement of his body, he came to Xiao Lige, his eyes cold: "Tell me, who are you!"

"Me? I'm Xiao Lige! Please don't pinch my chin so hard, the bones are almost broken by you." Apparently Mo Zifei pinched her chin too hard with his hands, his clear eyes

A layer of mist appeared in the middle, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

"I ask you for the last time, who are you, and why can you break my soul-leaving technique?!" Mo Zifei frowned slightly, feeling very unhappy, but the strength on his hand was relaxed. A human,

If her jaw was crushed, she would probably die before he could ask any questions.

Xiao Lige looked very aggrieved: "I don't know what the art of soul separation is, where did you get the crack? Why were ancient people so suspicious?"

Looking carefully at her eyes, they were as clear as water and without any impurities. She didn't look like she was lying. He let go of his hand and snorted coldly: "The art of soul separation can separate a person's soul from the body. If the soul is separated from the body after an hour,

If he doesn't come back automatically, then that person's soul will never come back, which is what you think - death."

The heart in his chest suddenly beat rapidly: "You mean...their souls are not in their bodies now?!"

What answered her was the sound of wind whistling in her ears, as if something was crying in a low voice.

"You, you, you...are you a ghost?" Her index finger trembled and pointed at Mo Zifei, who was silent.

His frown deepened: "No."

"So..." A strange light flashed in Xiao Lige's eyes: "Are you a god? Are there really such creatures as gods..."

The surprise in her eyes was so obvious that it made Mo Zifei's usually calm eyes tremble. Is there something wrong with this woman's brain? She actually compared him to those gods and goddesses!
Chapter completed!