I was not reborn to be a substitute

The line of Lu Chen'an's back stiffened, he knew that if the assassin's dagger penetrated half a point, his life would probably be handed over here.Although I don't know why someone can break in despite the heavy defense, this kind of person must not be underestimated.

So in order to appease the assassin, he took the initiative to lower his arms, leaned his head slightly on the assassin's hand, and made a gesture of obedience.

Finally, the assassin's knife didn't go any further, he just hit Lu Chen'an hard on the neck.

Lu Chenan lost all consciousness almost instantly, and collapsed in the arms of the assassin.

I don't know how long it took before Lu Chenan's consciousness gradually recovered. He felt the roughness coming from his wrist. The other party was obviously unskilled or did it on purpose, binding Lu Chenan into an unusually awkward posture, so that his fingertips couldn't move because he couldn't Bleeding and cold.

Huang Chenan moved his stiff fingertips, raised his head and observed the surrounding environment.

Before he could circle around the room, he met the eyes of the assassin in front of him.

The same.

Why... the person in front of me looks like Fu Huai like this.

However, the biggest difference between the two is that Fu Huai has deep green pupils, while the person in front of him has extremely light gray pupils, which can almost be ignored under the moonlight, which makes people doubt him. Is not blind.

"Fu Huai?"

Lu Chenan looked at the person in front of him in disbelief and murmured, but the person in front of him just smiled at this. His temperament was completely different from that of Fu Huai who had been in the officialdom for a long time. If it is a blood-stained sword blade, it will never be retracted into the scabbard.

"drink."

The man spoke very briefly, and poured the tea in his hand into Lu Chenan's mouth.

Seeing him playing with the gleaming dagger in his hand, Lu Chenan didn't dare to disobey, and could only swallow the almost fishy-sweet liquid in his mouth.

The liquid seemed to have a substance, and when it reached the stomach, there was a surge of churning.

"vomit......"

"If you dare to spit it out, I'll scratch your face." The man's voice was very low, as if the blade had fallen to the ground, and the tip of the knife swam across Lu Chenan's fair face.

His strength is controlled extremely well, just the strength that can scare people but can't cause real harm.

Lu Chenan felt that every bone in his body was shaking, but he didn't dare to shake too much, for fear of being scratched by the knife point.

He always felt that men don't need to pay too much attention to that appearance, but he was not sure whether Fu Huai would care.

Having said this again, I am still doubting Fu Huai's intentions at the critical moment...

Lu Chenan began to hate himself for being narrow-minded, so he forgot even the deepest fear.

"The person he's looking at is really good. This appearance makes people want to bully." The man next to him seemed to be talking to Lu Chenan, and more likely to himself, then retracted the blade and pinched Lu Chenan's. The jaw was kissed.

Lu Chenan was so shocked that he only dodged slightly, allowing the assassin to gently kiss the corner of his mouth.

The unfamiliar touch made him nauseous, but the person in front of him actually looked like Fu Huai. These two feelings were intertwined, making Lu Chenan almost think he was dreaming.

If it wasn't for the strong presence of the gauze on the white neck that indicated that he almost died just now.

The assassin patted Lu Chenan's face obscenely: "Don't hide, I'm not very patient."

The author has something to say: Ah, ah, good night! ! !super sleepy