Twelve aristocrats

"An Xiaoruo, don't look at me with that kind of eyes, do you hear me?" Ivan Xia was irritated by An Xiaoruo's sympathetic eyes, her purple eyes were full of flames, as if she wanted to burn everything.

"Ivanxia, ​​it's meaningless, stop it!"

An Xiaoruo really doesn't want to see Ivanxia go wrong step by step. I really don't want to. An Xiaoruo used to want to change him in the past, but the facts have proved that delusions are delusions after all. No one can change anyone, but he himself Are you willing to change.

Ivan Xia snorted coldly, as if she no longer believed in anyone's nonsense, she evoked a sarcastic smile: "An Xiaoruo, are you begging me now? However, your attitude doesn't seem very sincere."

"I didn't beg you, I just wanted to tell you that everything you did was meaningless." There was no trace of impurity in An Xiaoruo's eyes, only a firm belief that could no longer be firm.

"Is it?"

Ifanxia walked towards An Xiaoruo step by step. Originally, Bei Yinzhe wanted to protect An Xiaoruo behind him, but An Xiaoruo refused. From a distance of one meter away, he stared at Ivanxia without fear, his calm and unwavering eyes wanted to see through everything.

Ivanxia is getting closer and closer to An Xiaoruo. An Xiaoruo just feels that faintly familiar scent is getting closer and closer to him. However, his heartbeat will still speed up uncontrollably, and his face will never turn red. How can An Xiaoruo guarantee it? , because she has long been immune to Ivan Xia.

(Sugar: Do you believe it? I don’t believe it. Ruo: You won’t be able to blush, you’re immune! Uh! If Ivan Xia is really in front of you, and the closer you get, will you be immune to it!)

Ivan Xia pinched An Xiaoruo's chin with a sneer, and breathed like blue: "You will beg me later."

An Xiaoruo opened Ivanxia's hand in horror. This guy seemed to have said this more than once, but the usual omen for him to say this was when he would die miserably.

So, when he said this, An Xiaoruo felt a little apprehensive.

Ivan Xia was quite satisfied with An Xiaoruo's reaction, and sneered nonchalantly: "Didn't you always think that the person next to you was Zi Ye Zhuo?"

"What do you mean!!" Why, An Xiaoruo would be so uneasy, could something really happen.

"An Xiaoruo, I found that you are getting more and more forgetful." Ivan Xia still smiled hypocritically, but this time it was just a reminder.

[Both of them are in my hands, I will give you a chance now. . . 】

【An Xiaoruo, I let you choose. 】

"You mean he is not Ziye Zhuo, the real Ziye Zhuo is in your hands." An Xiaoruo recalled the scene after Ivan Xia appeared just now.

"Papa" Ivan Xia clapped her hands and praised sarcastically, "You are not so forgetful after all."

An Xiaoruo was slightly stunned, originally it was just her guess, but after Ifanxia's verification, it turned out to be true, and An Xiaoruo really couldn't accept it, maybe when she was in the pavilion, all the weird behaviors of Zi Yezhuo made her feel uncomfortable. She should have found out a long time ago, but she didn't want to believe it, and she didn't dare to believe it.

An Xiaoruo turned around and looked blankly at that "Zi Ye Zhuo": "Who are you?"

Cotyledon Ye Zhuo looked at Ivan Xia as if asking for advice: "Your Highness..."

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Tang: Will the heir be replaced, and will Zhuo recover?And where is Xiao Ruo?Where is Sheng Yuye going?What will happen to Sheng Yujie in the Death Organization?Each of these mysteries will be solved one by one later.