The First Genocide Hatred

  "What? You're scared?" An's smile grew thicker, he thought she had a big temper, but didn't expect that she would also have times when she was afraid.

  "I'd be afraid?!" Losing what can't lose dignity, this is Mei'er's style, being strong-willed like her, how could she lose?

  "Don't worry, I'll let go!" An said, and the big hand that was gripping her waist suddenly loosened.

  "Stinky man, you dare... Ah!" Before she could finish her sentence, Mei'er felt her body plummeting straight down into the ground, shocking her into a loud cry.

  She thought she was going to fall and get hurt, but just as she was about to hit the ground, a pair of strong and powerful hands tightly grasped her slender waist!

  Her soul still unsettled, she slowly rotated along with his powerful spin, their eyes locked in a gaze, an unusual feeling flashing across each other's eyes!

  After standing still, Mei'er finally withdrew her gaze, pushed him away and angrily said: "You're really sick! You're a madman!" She admitted that she was scared just now, and her heart is still racing wildly until now!

  Her mind had never been so muddled before, she thought she was scared, that's why she had this strange feeling!

  "Don't worry! I absolutely won't let anything happen to you!" Anan suddenly blurted out a sentence, and this time, his voice was absolutely normal.

  She looked back at him in astonishment, but couldn't tell if she was seeing things. She thought she saw a glimmer of confirmation in his eyes, but the next moment he reverted to his usual sly expression, making her even more certain that she must have been mistaken.

  "On this small hill, you can see the starry sky all over the place. Appreciate it well, once you enter the palace of Shangguo, you will never see such a beautiful view again!" Anan said as she lazily lay down on the grass.

  Mei'er only then realized that in just a short while, this man had brought her to a strange little hill. The lightness of the ancient people's footsteps was really not to be underestimated, and of course, she couldn't admit defeat!

  On the vast grassland, a gentle breeze blows, looking up and seeing that it is indeed a starry sky, with the bright moon shining in the middle of the sky, feeling extremely comfortable!

  "When we were young, the third prince and I would secretly bring Mei'er here to watch the moon. Every time, she would sing and dance like a child...” Anan seemed to be immersed in memories, as if muttering to herself, yet also speaking to Mei'er.

  Mei'er also sat down beside him, slightly tilting her head, gazing at him with a strange feeling. The aura emanating from this man was very complex, sometimes despicable, sometimes sorrowful, sometimes upright, and sometimes so evil that it made one want to hit him.

  Perhaps feeling Mo'er's gaze, Ah Nan suddenly turned her head to look at her and asked: "By the way, since you're not the real Holy Girl, what's your name?"

  "Mei'er!" Mei'er withdrew her gaze, her voice exuding boundless calmness.

  "There are only two of us here, why won't you tell the truth? Even if I knew you were a fake saintess, as you said, I wouldn't be able to say a word!" Anan seemed disbelieving.

  Mei'er pouted: "I'm too lazy to argue with you, believe it or not, I said so, and my name is Mei'er!"

  An saw that she wasn't joking, and said in surprise: "This is strange, you and Mei'er not only look exactly alike, but even your names are the same, could it be that there's such a miraculous thing in this world?"

  "What's so strange about it? There are many people in the world with the same name and surname, and there are plenty of people who look alike! I'm not the first one!" Mei'er naturally wouldn't say anything, this face was swapped on by someone.

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