Lu Fan looked at Dongfang Yanran and smiled, looking quite relaxed.
Dongfang Yanran nodded. She did not speak, but stretched out her white jade hands, picked up the green black daggers in the sandalwood box, and put them one by one into the sword slot of the parchment roll according to the serial number.
When the nine daggers were put together, only the last one was left.
She suddenly said: "I'm sorry."
Lu Fan was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"Before eating, I was impulsive."
She pursed her red lips and said, "I shouldn't have mentioned meeting the members of the Dongfang family. This might very well bring us danger."
Lu Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's already very good. If it were me, I wouldn't have such a good temper. If I wait any longer, I will fight back to Yanjing and fight them to the death."
"However, I don't think you want to see this situation."
He looked at Dongfang Yanran, smiled slightly and said: "Let's get started. We are fighting side by side now, so don't think too much."
Dongfang Yanran nodded and put the green black dagger in her hand into the last sword slot.
The moment the dagger was put down, her delicate body trembled visibly.
Her eyes widened and she stared at the parchment roll covered by ten blue-black daggers.
There was silence in the room.
When Lu Fan frowned and wanted to speak.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound.
Both of them were startled. Then, in their surprised eyes, they saw that in the middle of the calm and picturesque parchment roll, the center of the circle surrounded by ten green black daggers seemed to be turned on.
It started to rotate slowly.
late at night.
In a black Buick not far from the hotel.
A middle-aged man with a calm expression stared at the young man in front of him: "Are you sure you saw Dongfang Yanran entering the stone market, right?"
The middle-aged man's voice was deep and penetrating, making the young man in front of him tremble.
