Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

An Xia looked back at Xu Yong again.

She disliked Winsier, who was a beam from a previous life.

And how could he hate Winsill too?

Hatred for her?

Not necessarily.

Winsier didn't pay attention to Xu Yong. He, like An Xia, was an insignificant person who wasted his time by looking at it more.

Confirming that the conversation will not be heard by Lin Yinya and Xu Yong, An Xia asked Winsier with a cold face, "Uncle, I think you are upset, can you not show up in front of me in the future?"

The less I don’t want to see, how can I see it!

"Not for the time being." Winsier worked hard and smiled, "Miss An Xia, you are so much like a friend I know, I have no way to control myself."

"In my heart, a voice kept telling me that I must come and find you."

An Xia was even more indifferent, "Illusion, I suggest going to the psychiatric department."

"Thank you Miss Ann for the suggestion. I think I shouldn't need it." Winsier, who smiled and couldn't keep it, started to worry that he would turn around and leave.

Facing Miss An Xia, who had only seen her three times, his emotions fluctuated too easily.

Just as I met the original emperor.

The words are not speculative, more than half a sentence!

An Xia knew that Winsier had made up his mind to pester herself.

Even without a good face, "Then what do you need? Just say, I don't have time to circle with you."

Forget it, too lazy to deal with him and figure out what he wants.

If you don't have anything to go to the Three Treasures Palace, this opportunity must be something to pester her.

But definitely not recognizing her.

I really wanted to recognize it, I had drawn a gun at her a long time ago.

"Hair, I need a piece of your hair." When the line of sight fell on An Xia's short hair, Winsier also understood why the student said that her hair was not easy to pick up.

It's really not easy to pick up.

It's dark and dense, very smooth, and very strong to look at.

An Xia thought she had heard it wrong, "Say it again?"

hair?

Need a piece of her hair?

Get sick with him!

In my heart, I have become vigilant.

What about after getting the hair?

What does he want to do?

What can one hair do?

The brain is spinning, thinking of your possibilities.

In the end, only one greatest possibility is left.

DNA!

He probably wants to get his own DNA.

"Hair, I need a hair from Miss Anxia." Winsier repeated and explained the reason, "You are too similar to my friend. I want to know if there is a blood relationship between you."

An Xia was silent and said, "You can be sincere."

To be honest enough to surprise her.

When will the thoughtful Earl Winsell be honest enough to tell his true thoughts?

"Because it is very important, I don't want to hide you." Seeing that she did not refuse, Winsier was somewhat relieved, but his expression was already solemn.

"My friend has a special identity. Someone has been searching for her whereabouts secretly, and you are too similar to her. Once you are found, Miss An Xia, you will be very dangerous."

The information revealed is getting bigger and bigger.

An Xia's eyes narrowed, "Your friend, is he missing?"

No way!

She was burnt to ashes, who still thinks she is not dead?

"I hope she is missing." Without telling the death, Winsier was afraid of scaring the girl in front of him, and there was a slight sadness in the handsome face, "but the person looking for her is very abnormal, Miss An Xia, if you fall into her It’s hard for you to escape."

An Xia said coldly, "I am not the person you are looking for. Is it possible that I am in danger just because I look like a friend of yours? This is not a metamorphosis, this is sickness and treatment!"

He looked at him suspiciously again, "You didn't mean to scare me on purpose."