"Is it you?"

Ran Qingchen was impressed by this cold man's voice.

Three years ago, there was an assassination case in the Longliang Palace. The assassin killed all the Longliang Imperial Guards overnight. The target was Ran Qingchen's eldest brother Ran Yiri. Ran Qingchen was drunk and admiring the moon in the palace that day, and did not want to be assassinated.

The mood of fun was disturbed. In anger, he pierced the heart of the intruder with a sword. The assassin was injured and fled. When he was escaping, the assassin once said, "Piaowu, I will come back to find you."

"Piao Wu, that sword of yours cost me my life for a year. It's time to pay back."

The dazzling purple flashed quickly in front of Ran Qingchen's eyes. The cold man's sword tip was tilted, and he raised his sword to cut off Ran Qingchen's shoulder and arm. It was exactly the same as the move Ran Qingchen used with his sword back then.[

"Really? Hand, defeat, defeat, general?"

The blue color of the jade flute soared into the sky and swept upwards, like a green phoenix flying freely in the air. The lavender sword light of the spirit jade intersected in the air, disrupted, entangled, and crushed the golden waves that hit each other. Ran Qingchen's elegant and elegant figure

It dives like a fish and dragon in the air and dances like the wind in the lavender aura, dazzling everyone who sees it.

"Ruo Yu, stop!"

Fearless fighting is just a waste of idle energy. The blade of the spiritual knife in Leng Yuhan's hand moved downward a little, and the clothes on the little boy's chest immediately oozed with shocking red spots.

The little boy struggled hard in Leng Yuhan's arms, kicking his little feet and fussing, but he didn't cry or scream, let alone the so-called tears shed due to pain.

"You, you! Shi Hanyan, how could you do this? How could you do this? How could you hurt my Xi'er? Do you know, do you know that he is your ---?"

The bright red blood was as if it was cutting into An Ruoyu's heart. The trembling voice contained a scream of grief. An Ruoyu's heart-wrenching words were hurriedly chased by the man in rich clothes chasing behind him.

Cut off alive.

"Qiu Lian, why do you want to stop, stop, I---"

Unwillingly, she fell into the arms of the man in rich clothes. An Ruoyu looked at the visitor bitterly, with tears lingering in her eyes, and her eyes were filled with fear and sadness.

"Nan Ranxi?"

Leng Yuhan looked at the man in rich clothes who knocked An Ruoyu unconscious with doubts, and kept thinking about the unfinished words in An Ruoyu's mouth. What did An Ruoyu just want to say?

"Qu Yue, stop it! Butler An, why don't you help your fifth young master into the house?"

Handing the unconscious An Ruoyu to An Qinghua, whose legs were still weak, the man in fine clothes gave orders to the cold man who was fighting fiercely with Ran Qingchen.

"Yes, yes!"

Carrying An Ruoyu on his back, An Qinghua hurriedly ran to the house, forgetting the honorific words he should say to the man in Chinese clothes.

"Your Highness Qiu Lian, this matter is a personal grudge between me and Piao Wu and has nothing to do with the sect master. I forgive March for not being able to obey!"

The purple light slashed with powerful aura that split the mountains and rivers, and the leaves and trees flew everywhere where the aura fell, rustling like grass. The cold man's purple jade spiritual sword chased Bi Se closely and refused to let go.

"If you want to have a good time, just come and dance!"

The green color suddenly surged out of the purple sword flow, and Ran Qingchen flew several feet above the ground, hid in the opposite corner of the roof tiles of the street house and disappeared.[

“March is an honor!”

The figure flew across the air like a ghost. The cold man stepped forward in a few steps and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Yan'er, long time no see!"

The man in rich clothes smiled slightly, with a slightly plain longing in his eyes.

"How should I call you? Your Highness Qiu Lian?"
Chapter completed!