The alluring woman got closer and closer, and the cold breath she exuded made Xu Yuan feel like he was in an ice cellar.

At the moment of life and death, Xu Yuan's thinking was very clear.

His words have been spoken, and regretting is no longer helpful. Even if he is crying, he can only continue to act.

Under the pressure of Ran Qingmo's aura, Xu Yuan slowly let go of the wooden pillar next to him, stood firm, gritted his teeth and looked at the other person:

"Mr. Ran, you seem surprised?"

"..." Ran Qingmo.

Xu Yuan smiled under the pressure:

"Yes, how could my father let me, a loser, know about such a secret?"

As he said that, Xu Yuan's narrow red phoenix eyes narrowed slightly:

"But, Mr. Ran, compared to me as my father's third son, I am more curious about how you, a disciple of the Sword Sect, knew such a secret?"

"..."

The air inside the temple suddenly felt like deathly silence.

At present, the only people who know about this matter are the father of this body and his most trusted confidants. The meaning of Xu Yuan's words is self-evident.

Ran Qingmo's eyes were fixed on the noble young master in front of her. The dimness of the rainy night could not block her gaze at all, word by word:

"What do you mean by that?"

As she spoke, she paused in her steps, and the sword blade in her hand drooped slightly.

Xu Yuan noticed that the icy coldness on his body, which was as heavy as Mount Tai, suddenly relaxed. Seeing this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The excitement of being on the verge of death made Xu Yuan let go of a lot of worries. He must not give up at this time.

"What do you mean?"

Slowly walking, he walked around Ran Qingmo with interest in the darkness, his eyes scanning back and forth at her graceful figure, and his tone became more and more aggravated:

"Lun Gong, during the reign of Emperor Zuo of the Great Yan Kingdom for more than 1,300 years, the Tianyuan Sword Sect was established with the founding of the Kingdom of Great Yan. Each generation of heads was a master of the Great Yan State. The current head of the Sword Sect was also regarded as the prince's martial arts master.

With Great Yan, both prosper and lose."

"Personally speaking, my father and Mr. Ran's master are old friends who have known each other for decades."

"Mr. Ran, you are the head disciple of the Sword Sect. I am curious about who can make you believe that my father will attack the Sword Sect. Is this difficult for people to understand?"

"..."

Listening to the other party's words, Ran Qingmo slightly tightened his grip on the sword.

She felt that the man in front of her had changed.

From the moment he fell into coma to when he woke up just now, the other person seemed to be a completely different person.

Her subtle sense of energy allowed her to detect that the calm-faced Third Young Master's heart was beating very fast at this moment, and his heart was far less calm than he appeared on the surface.

But this did not affect the fact that the man in front of her, who had no sense of energy, actually made her feel an invisible pressure.

When the well-known rumors are no longer reliable, the fear of the unknown gradually comes to mind.

She was not sure how much Xu Yuan in front of her knew and how many trump cards he had.

Looking at Da Bingtuozi who stood silently, Xu Yuan calmed down little by little.

The steps under his feet suddenly turned around, and he walked straight towards the woman in black in response to her gaze.

Under Ran Qingmo's gaze, the man in front of her stood one meter in front of her, looking down at her:

"Mr. Ran, put your sword away."

Ran Qingmo looked at him with indifferent eyes. At this moment, she could feel that his heartbeat had gradually calmed down.

And the next moment,

She saw the man in front of her smile, and he bent slightly in front of her, raised his two fingers to grip her hanging sword blade, lifted it up bit by bit, and moved it to his unsuspecting neck.

With the sword at his throat, he looked into her eyes:

"If you don't accept it, then Mr. Ran will kill me, right?"

Xu Yuan, who is familiar with the plot, is very sure that the woman in front of him will not take the initiative to kill him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ran Qingmo's hand holding the sword hilt tightened slightly, and the sword blade placed on the opponent's neck instantly made a buzzing sound.

A huge murderous intention strikes,

In a daze, Xu Yuan saw his head flying high into the air.

But the next moment, the illusion disappeared, the woman in front of him was still standing with a sword, and his head had not moved yet.

The near-death experience made Xu Yuan's eyes widen slightly. He had never seen such a posture before in a peaceful era, and the aura of death that the other party exuded at that moment also made his legs a little weak.

Even if the woman in front of him could make him so embarrassed just by exuding aura, her mere act of releasing murderous intent also showed that the other party would not kill him at this time.

Xu Yuan stared at her and repeated word by word:

"Mr. Ran, a threat that cannot be realized is just a joke. Put your sword away and let's talk. I can help you."

The cold wind was blowing, and the sword blade pressed against my throat was really cold.

Xu Yuan has no system, no grandfather, and the third son is just an ordinary person. His familiarity with the plot and characters of "Cang Yuan" is his biggest reliance, but this biggest reliance is also a reminder.
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In the plot of "Cangyuan", the third son of the prime minister's family met a tragic end, and every world line was destined to die.

In order to survive, Xu Yuan must do something in advance and gamble on something.

Ran Qingmo lowered her eyes slightly, not knowing what she was thinking, but she did sheath her sword.

The sword blade suddenly danced with a sword flower, and after a burst of blue sword light rippled in the darkness, it was sheathed.

Very handsome.

Xu Yuan subconsciously touched his neck.

Hmm...the head is still there, no bloody seams or anything like that.

Ran Qingmo glanced at Xu Yuan's movements slightly strangely.

Xu Yuan smiled at her and secretly prepared his words.

But the next moment,

Xu Yuan's smile froze.

Ran Qingmo put away the blade of the sword, then silently picked up the thick and long wooden stick on the ground and carried it in his hand.

"..."Xu Yuan.

His pupils shrank slightly, and Xu Yuan quickly opened his mouth to say something:

"Wait..."

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!