The sun sets in the west and the day passes in the blink of an eye.
Returning to the room to rest, Qingyan sat in front of the bronze mirror, quietly looking at the person in the mirror. She wore a rich style of light blue gauze skirt, moon-white sleeves, and a lake-blue collar that was buttoned up diagonally.
Moon-white narrow cuff sleeves. Blue silk thread embroidered with blossoming sun clouds. The whole person is fresh and elegant. The hair ornaments hold up the tall beautiful temples. The dark eyes are as clear as a stream of water, and the white forehead is printed with flower-sized flowers.
Pink.
He gently touched the pink color on his forehead with his hand. His slender eyes stared at the person in the mirror in a daze.
Looking at the light blue figure that suddenly appeared in the bronze mirror, Qingyan's heart tightened, and she turned around and struck at the latter. She fought silently for dozens of moves. When she saw the silver mask on her face, Qingyan's pretty face became cold.
, staring at the silver-faced man with cold eyes.
Is it him? The masked man? The young prince of the Southeast Country?
Taking advantage of the situation, he returned to the bed and drew out the Demonic Spirit Sword, and fought with him again. The sword energy was scattered in all directions, and the whole room was filled with a sense of chilling.
The silver-faced man raised his lips and whispered, "Are you still so stubborn?"
The foot that was swung out was caught by someone, and he threw himself into the arms of the silver-faced man with all his strength. His posture was ambiguous. Qingyan pouted at someone with a cold face. She bit her silver teeth and pointed fiercely at someone.
Kick away vital parts of a person.
Suddenly, the silver-faced man let go of Qingyan with a sullen face and covered his lower body.
Murderous intent leaked out. Bloodthirsty eyes glared at Qingyan. Seizing the opportunity, Qingyan swung her sword and put it on the silver-faced man's neck. The scene paused.
"We meet again, and you want to kill me again and again? What hatred do you and I have?" The cool voice was like a cold sword on the neck. It was cold and ruthless.
"How can a mortal woman like you be the queen of Tianchen Kingdom? If you know what I'm like, I'll wipe my own neck and commit suicide. With such a face, you dare to come out and harm others." The man's merciless accusation made Qingyan burst into laughter.
.
The man yelled angrily, "Why are you laughing!"
"Then tell me, who should I be?" Qingyan asked with a smile. She thought to herself, do you want your sister Liuyun Qianqian to be the Queen of Tianchen?
"Humph." He snorted coldly, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. This kick was not light. The cold sword began to cut through the fragile skin. A trace of blood stained the edge of the demon sword. "Then I will kill you.
Enjoy this rear position!”
The man turned sideways and quickly retreated ten feet away. Qingyan chased after him. Suddenly he started fighting fiercely with even more powerful moves than before.
Sword light and flying shadow.
The entire room was in a mess and was destroyed. Qingyan kicked a vase away. The harsh sound immediately caused the patrolling soldiers outside the door to stop and run towards the door. Jeering voices continued to sound. The entire Prime Minister's Mansion burst into flames.
.He rushed towards Qingyan’s house quickly.
"You!" The silver-faced man clasped Qingyan's wrist with his hand, and strangled Qingyan's white and tender neck.
A phantom drove the silver-faced man away. He pulled Qingyan into his arms. The incense coming from his nose made Qingyan relax. Xu Tianyuan put down Qingyan and started fighting with the silver-faced man. There was a lot of laughter outside the door.
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There was a clang and the door was kicked open by a soldier.
A group of people came in and lined up, with swords flashing in their hands. After blocking Xu Tianyuan's domineering punch, the silver-faced man fled out the window. Xu Tianyuan chased after him. The soldiers who destroyed the door even looked like assassins.
They were run away before they could see clearly. One or two of them stood aside in embarrassment.
"What are you doing!" Xu Rong shouted with a dark face as he walked in from the door. Qingyan stopped chasing out and turned around.
"Didn't you see? An assassin broke in. I wonder what the guards of your Prime Minister's Mansion are used for." She raised her lips with a sarcastic smile, and Qingyan put the sword back beside the bed.
"You!" Xu Rong was speechless. He had nothing to say. He staggered in and ran in. When he saw Qingyan standing by the bed intact, he breathed a sigh of relief and trotted to Qingyan's side.
Finally, Xu Rong turned around and left holding his breath. Yihua led Qingyan to another courtyard.
"Master, fortunately you are fine." Ichika hissed, "Who is so bold? Breaking into the Prime Minister's Mansion too?"
Ignoring Ichika's nagging, she looked at the dark moonlit night and thought of the scene just now.
When the silver-faced man strangled her neck, it was also the place where her sword slid towards his heart. If it weren't for Xu Tianyuan, maybe she would have perished with the silver-faced man. Xu Tianyuan, it seems like how many times has Xu Tianyuan helped him?
A majestic general who uses incense to cover up his bloody evil?