The old man's face full of chrysanthemum wrinkles showed a cautious expression.
He suddenly lifted up the cotton on the couch and took out a piece of green jade.
"Xuan'er, this is Qinglong Jade. Legend has it that this is one of the six pieces of jade left by Emperor Shengxun, the Queen of Zhou. If you have one piece of jade in your body, your internal strength will be greatly increased. If you meet that smelly girl,
Xuan'er can't defeat her, you can use this jade to enhance your internal strength..."
The old man chattered a lot, and Murong Zixuan took the piece of green dragon jade, but saw that the jade's body was green, but its eyes were extremely dark, as if it had vitality...
"And... that stinky girl is also very smart. Even if you don't tell her, she will definitely guess who wants to kill her..." [
The old man couldn't help but said calmly when he saw that Murong Zixuan's eyes were still flashing with murderous intent.
"She didn't guess correctly. There is another person who wants to kill her."
Murong Zixuan said coldly.
"Besides the second princess, there is another person..."
The old man frowned.
"Xuan'er, how long have you been with her, and you are sure that she must be a good emperor?"
"I'm not sure whether it's good or not, but I won't be an incompetent and weak person who kills innocent people indiscriminately."
"Of course he is not an incompetent person. He can use the Thousand Gods Sword Technique, but he is still incompetent? Xuan'er, you should stay with the old man in Cuixian Valley for a while. Don't worry about other people's affairs."
After hearing this, Murong Zixuan could only nod his head and stand up to make lunch for the old man.
Deep in this valley, no one has ever entered the Wangxian Tower.
After all, this is where the old man and the first-class killer live.
If someone wanted to kill them, it would usually be at another stronghold, so Murong Zixuan and the old man were the only ones here.
There were only two people in this valley. When Murong Zixuan entered the dining room, a white dove suddenly flapped its wings.
The noon light is dazzling, and the doves are as white as snow.
Murong Zixuan took out the note tied to the white pigeon's foot, looked at it, frowned, and threw the note into the stove fire. With a click, the sword was raised, and the white pigeon's blood spattered.
The scorching sun outside was suddenly blocked by a big dark cloud...
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When Dongmenlie woke up, his mouth felt dry.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a person lying next to him.[