It was like a beautiful woman approaching little by little, and the cold aura emitted 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.

He had already said that regret was useless. Even if he was crying, he could 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, and gritted his teeth and looked at the other party in a straight line:

"Mr. Ran, you seem to be surprised?"

"..." Ran Qingmo.

Xu Yuan smiled slightly under the pressure:

"Yes, how could my father let me know about this level of secret? "

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

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

“………”

The air in the temple seemed to be dead silent in an instant.

The only person who knows about this matter is the father of this body and the few confidants he trusts the most. The meaning in Xu Yuan's words is self-evident.

Ran Qingmo stared at the noble young master in front of her with his eyes. The darkness of the rainy night could not stop her gaze at all, and he paused word by word:

"What do you mean?"

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

Xu Yuan suddenly felt the coldness on his body, which seemed to be pressing against Mount Tai, and he felt relieved when he saw this.

The stimulation of the dying stimulation made Xu Yuan let go of many concerns, and he must not be timid at this time.

"What do you mean?"

He moved slowly, and in the darkness, he walked around Ran Qingmo with interest, his eyes swept back and forth in her graceful figure, and his tone increased a little bit:

"On Gong, the Great Yan Kingdom has lived a life of more than 1,300 years. Tianyuan Sword Sect was established with the Great Yan Kingdom. Each generation of leaders is the Great Yan National Master. The contemporary leader is also the martial arts master of the crown prince. The Sword Sect and Great Yan all prosper and lose both of them. "

"In terms of personal gain, my father and Mr. Ran's master are old friends who have been with each other for decades."

"Mr. Ran, you are the head of the Sword Sect. I wonder who said that it would make you believe that your father would attack the Sword Sect. Is this difficult to understand?"

“…….”

Listening to the other party's words, Ran Qingmo slightly clenched the sword in his hand.

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

From the time of unconsciousness to the time when I woke up, it was like a different person.

The slight sense of Qi allowed her to notice that the three young master with a calm face was beating very fast at this moment, and his heart was far less peaceful than the one shown on the surface.

But this did not affect the man in front of her who had no sense of Qi, which made her feel an invisible pressure.

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

She couldn't determine how much Xu Yuan knew and how many trump cards he could have.

Looking at the big ice tuo standing there silently, Xu Yuan calmed down little by little.

The steps under his feet suddenly turned and walked straight towards her in the eyes of the woman in black.

Under Ran Qingmo's gaze, the man in front of him stood one meter in front of her and looked at her condescendingly:

"Mr. Ran, put away the sword."

Ran Qingmo looked at him indifferently, and at this moment she could feel that the other person's heartbeat had gradually calmed down.

And the next moment,

She saw the man in front of her smile, leaned over slightly in front of her, raised her two fingers to clamp her drooping blade, lifted it up little by little, and moved it to his defenseless neck.

The sword blade was in his throat, and he looked into her eyes:

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

Xu Yuan, who is familiar with the plot, is 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 hilt tightened slightly, and the blade placed between the other party's neck suddenly sounded a whistle.

A huge murderous intent attacked,

In a trance, Xu Yuan saw the scene of his head flying high.

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

The experience of dying made Xu Yuan's eyes slightly widen. He had never seen such a posture when he was born in a peaceful era. 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 her could make him so embarrassed if she just exudes a breath, her act of releasing her murderous intent also shows that the other party will not kill him at this point.

Xu Yuan stared at her and repeated word by word:

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

The cold wind was bleak, and the blade that pressed against the throat was really cold.

Xu Yuan has no system or an old man. The third young master is just an ordinary person. His familiarity with the plot and characters of "Cangyuan" is his greatest reliance, but this greatest reliance is also a death-hunting talisman.

In the plot of "Cangyuan", the third son of the prime minister's family ended up in a miserable way, and every world line is a decisive ending.

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

Ran Qingmo's eyes drooped slightly, not knowing what she was thinking, but she did withdraw her sword.

A sword flower suddenly danced on the sword blade, and after a rippling blue sword light in the dark, it entered the sheath.

Very handsome.

Xu Yuan subconsciously touched his neck.

Well... my head is still there, there is no blood slit or something like that.

Ran Qingmo glanced at Xu Yuan's movements with a strange look.

Xu Yuan smiled at her and prepared to speak in his heart.

But the next moment,

Xu Yuan's smile was stiff.

Ran Qingmo put away the blade and silently picked up the thick and long wooden stick on the ground and held it in his hand.

“…………” Xu Yuan.

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

"wait....."

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Xu Yuan, who had not finished speaking, fell straight down.
Chapter completed!