Yan Xun's footsteps stood at the door, but it was only a short stop, and he crossed the threshold and stepped into the guest room.

The room is spacious, with a rosewood table with a white porcelain teapot and tea cups.

The shadow of the birch candle is faint, and the sound of the night is quiet.

"You may be seated, Marquis Chungmu." Lu Wuniang didn't stand up, she sat upright, if it weren't for the imperceptible tremor of her hand on the table, Yan Xun wouldn't have noticed that her body was stiff for a moment.

Was she scared, or excited?

Yan Xun swept her eyebrows, but saw that her eyelashes were hanging lightly and her eyes were peaceful.

She poured him a cup of tea.

The horsewhip in Yan Xun's hand seemed redundant and out of place at the moment.

If it weren't for the shopkeeper's greed for the horsewhip, if he hadn't come out in a hurry and without an attendant, he wouldn't have come to a girl's house with a whip.

He sat down and placed the whip on the table.

"There are crying voices in my house." Yan Xun took the tea cup she handed over, and the white porcelain cup was warm, like a warm current held out of the palm of his hand.

He didn't say anything and got straight to the point.

"Since you came to see me, the crying will naturally disappear, but it is just a small spell." Lu Luo Road.

When she spoke, she was soft, but it seemed to be very forceful.

Yan Xun knew in her heart: she was trying to restrain her emotions in order to talk to him calmly and calmly.

He glanced at her silver hair again.

The silver hair was supple, and there was an orange shimmer under the lamp, which reflected on Lu Wuniang's face, as if she was covered with a mysterious and unpredictable charm.

Yan Xun retracted his gaze, a little surprised in his heart.

"Are you proud of your spells?" Yan Xun asked.

He was cold. There is also an implicit warning in the questioning.

Lu Wuniang nodded: "The technique is very difficult, and it is natural to be proud to be able to learn." ”

"Your hair is also caused by your cultivation of magic?" Yan Xun asked again, with a bit of disdain in his tone.

For the sake of that harmful technique, he made himself not a ghost or a ghost, with a red face and white hair, and he was quite proud, which made Yan Xun unexpected, and his heart was a little cold.

He came to see Lu Wuniang, not because of the weirdness of the annex. Yan Xun was not afraid at all. He's because of the firecracker.

Yan Xun's reverence for the fire gun is no less than respect for heaven and earth. Such a powerful weapon came from Lu Wuniang's hands, no matter how harmful she was. Yan Xun also wanted to see her.

See. Quite disappointed.

No matter how talented it is. It can't hide the badness of nature.

After he finished speaking, Lu Wuniang's hand curled up involuntarily, and her face became a little uncontrollable.

She's about to lose her temper.

Yan Xun was impatient. He wanted to get up and leave, he didn't want to see the woman angry, or crying.

"My hair is the result of saving you!" Lu Wuniang said, her voice trembled a little, she seemed to be very angry.

Yan Xun nodded: "You said yes, that's it." ”

Lu Wuniang's expression was even more uncontrollable, her eyes flashed, her fists clenched tighter, and she put her hand off the table and tucked it under her sleeve.

"What do you want when you invite me today?" Yan Xun asked again, his expression was still cold, "If you have any requirements, just say it, you don't have to swallow it, it's late at night." ”

"See you." Lu Wuniang said hard, there were already tears in her eyes.

Yan Xun stared at her, a little unable to see her.

Since he is a warlock and is so capable, why do he have to give Gu to the same person?

For money, or for power?

This man all over the world is richer and more powerful than Yan Xun, Yan Xun doesn't know how he was caught by Lu Wuniang, and he never gave up.

"Do you think of me?" Lu Wuniang asked him, and her voice was slowly calm, a little dull.

Yan Xun is not good to say no.

He thought about it.

Especially when he knew that the fire gun was developed by Lu Wuniang, and also knew that she had saved him in the woods, he vaguely remembered something; And there were rumors in Beijing that she and Chen Rongfeng were married, which also made Yan Xun unhappy.

He didn't know where this unhappiness came from, he didn't have it and he didn't have a clue.

On the way to Jiangnan, he also thought that he and Lu Wuniang might not be so simple.

When they met again suddenly, the other party was still a stranger, and Yan Xun didn't feel half familiar with her, so he dispelled his doubts.

His hatred for rumors, perhaps, is the remnant of magic?

"Nope." Yan Xun said.

Lu Wuniang's two lines of tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and all peace was shattered.

"If I say, I'll set you up and try to save your memory, you will definitely refuse, right?" Lu Wuniang asked him, her voice was not slow, but her tears kept flowing.

She didn't lose her temper enough to pounce, and Yan Xun was relieved.

She still has some self-esteem.

"Miss Lu, your persistence really surprises me." Yan Xun said, "What kind of person is your master?" ”

"What?" Lu Wuniang's watery eyes suddenly widened and looked at him in surprise.

"He taught you the magic to make a cry out of thin air, which is what many people can do today? But thou hast gone the wrong way. Is this because you are not angry, or is that what your master taught you? Yan Xun asked.

His impatience and coldness had reached its peak, and he was not at all polite in his words.

He is not afraid that Lu Wuniang will hurt him in anger, Yan Xun is very confident in his own safety.

It was impossible for him to fall for the second Gu, he was always on guard against landing Wu Niang.

When Yan Xun was fighting in the northwest, there was a shaman who took the initiative to take refuge, and his skills were also good, and he taught Yan Xun some methods of defensive warlocks.

He had a short knife with a talisman engraved on it, and I heard that it was made by Ning Mogu at the beginning, which was enough to kill any warlock with advanced Taoism.

There have been countless shamans who died under the short knife of Ning Mo Valley, and the evil aura was so heavy that ordinary gods and ghosts did not dare to approach, and it was more effective than any talisman.

This little short knife sharpens iron like clay, Yan Xun usually wears self-defense, and he is even more afraid of being tricked by the warlock again.

He can use this knife at any time to kill Lu Wuniang.

His words made Lu Wuniang completely lose her temper, her face was angry and sad, and she stood up suddenly.

Yan Xun's horsewhip was placed on the table.

Lu Wuniang was furious, grabbed the tung oil-soaked horse whip, and hit Yan Xun with a heavy whip.

"This is for Master, you unfilial thing, you say so, Master, you should go to eighteen layers of hell!" Lu Wuniang's tears were like beads with broken threads, and the hand holding the horsewhip burst out with green tendons.

Yan Xun was whipped, from his left arm to his chest, and his clothes were torn layer by layer, leaving a bloody mark on his flesh.

This whip is very powerful, better than a sword.

Yan Xun was motionless, as if the whip had hit the iron wall of the copper wall.

Lu Wuniang was completely crazy, she waved the whip, and it was another whip to cover her head and face.

Yan Xun was afraid of leaving a scar on his face, so he stretched out his hand to block it, and his arm was immediately broken, and the tail of the whip was thrown on his neck, with blood beads, wetting the horsewhip.

Lu Wuniang's subordinates kept going, and it was another whip when they changed hands.

Yan Xunjie was firmly beaten for the third time.

After three whips, she wanted to fight again, but Yan Xun had already grabbed the tail of the whip and pulled it violently, dragging Lu Wuniang to a staggering moment, and the whip was taken out of her hand.

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The first change, ask for a monthly pass~~ (to be continued.) )