"Despicable!" Tan Shuyan's silver teeth were clenched, and an indelible tiredness appeared between his thin eyebrows, and he blinked his eyes a few times with struggle, but his vision became more and more hazy.

"Don't struggle, you can't escape." Jiang Liran stretched his arms behind her neck and slowly put her graceful and moving body on the bed.

Slender fingers tore down the white veil that fluttered beside the bedpost, covering her beautiful face.

"Tianxue, this official likes your hooking eyes the most, they are really beautiful and beautiful." With that, the grim face crossed the greedy color, and the head was lowered, and the tip of the nose sniffed at her delicate collarbone a few times.

With a big tug, he imprisoned her soft body between his arms.

For the first time, Tan Shuyan's beautiful eyes were dyed with a cold murderous aura. "Master Jiang, I'm afraid that if you touch me, you won't be able to get out of this room."

"Want to say it's poisonous?" Jiang Liran looked at her with a smile, the tip of his tongue poked out between his lips, and gently crossed her thick long eyelashes, revealing a sense of frivolity in his eyes.

"You know, you still don't let go of me!" , She raised her hand and made a gesture to fan the neck of the man lying on top of her, but in mid-air, he lightly held his wrist, and between his slender fingers was a silver needle with a cold light, and the sleeve was slipped down to the crook of the arm, revealing half of the lotus root, and a little bright red cinnabar on it was particularly eye-catching.

"Let go of you? Don't laugh, this official will take a good look at you. When Jiang Liran saw a touch of cinnabar on her white arm, the color in her eyes deepened.

After removing the silver needle from her finger and discarding it on the cold ground, he stretched out his magic grip and gently pulled it towards the belt of her waist, slowly untying her thin clothes.

Tan Shuyan lost her strength, and the only silver needle hidden in the skin of her wrist was also taken away, and she wanted to struggle, but she could only watch the man's frivolous actions weakly, crystal clear tears slowly slipped from the corners of her eyes, with unwillingness and despair, dripping onto the bedding, and as the clothes fell layer by layer, her heart became colder and colder.

Her eyes were full of sad tears, and when she slowly closed her eyes, ready to accept the pain, she suddenly felt a lightness on her body, and the man who was originally lying on her body was split by a powerful internal force, sweeping Jiang Liran to the ground.

With a slam the door, it was pushed open.

Nangong Qingjie was dressed in white and stood in the dark night, his sharp sword-like eyes stared coldly at the man who was coughing vigorously on the ground, and walked into the chamber arrogantly.

"It's you again!" Jiang Liran clutched his aching chest and got up, his eyes suddenly widened, revealing a hideous expression.

"If you want me to do it, you should finish it yourself." His thin cold lips slowly hooked, and the tone of the gloomy owl made people shudder. It seems that in the next moment, this immortal-like man will turn into an evil and beautiful Shura, which makes people feel afraid.

"You think this official will really be afraid of you." His distorted face was full of cruelty, and in the face of this man, his heart was like a terrifying wave, but he didn't express it.

"Looks like you're asking me to do it myself." Nangong Qing's deep voice was full of coldness, and his eyes swept lightly towards the slender figure on the bed, the two fingers of his left hand were together, the sword shadow flew up, and an invisible sword qi stabbed towards Jiang Li with a powerful internal force.

He has no martial arts, and he is simply weak.

The sharp sword qi made his whole person have no time to dodge, so he took it hard.

With a "bang", Nangong Qingjue's sword-like fingertips flashed across his chest, and when his slender and arrogant figure flashed to the edge of the bed.

Jiang Liran's body also fell to the ground.

The white robe on his body was soaked with a large amount of blood, and he couldn't move his hands and feet, so he could only open his eyes full of pain.

He hadn't even seen what had just happened.

The green snakes that were sliding on the ground were disturbed and rushed back to the surrounding cabinets.

"Don't be afraid, no one can hurt you." Nangong Qingjue's eyes were oozing with a cold haze, and he glanced at Jiang Li, who was dying on the ground, and then, in a blink of an eye, his eyes looked softly at the woman lying on the bed, her face covered by a white veil.

Tan Shuyan's elegant long eyelashes trembled a few times, stained with crystal teardrops, and was coaxed by him softly, and the big tears immediately burst out of his eyes and slid down the corners of his eyes......

She didn't dare to imagine how unbearable the next picture would be if Xianggong was one step late.

"Do you have the strength?" Seeing that she couldn't stop crying, Nangong Qing's fingers ran along the corners of her eyes and brushed her tears.

The gentle look on his face, and the gesture of intimacy, was something he had never done to her before.

Tan Shuyan's beautiful eyes were a little foggy, and when she saw him appear and rescue her, the whole person seemed to be frozen, and her heartbeat suddenly stopped.

Slowly, after the fragrance of the body faded slightly, the body also regained some strength.

The slender plain hands supported his body slightly, his fingertips supported the soft white yarn, his eyes met him, his eyes touched deeply, and he said a thousand words.

Nangong Qing's handsome face crossed over her, and her tall figure gracefully turned her back, giving her enough space.

Tan Shuyan's delicate lips pursed quietly, and after sighing softly, he tied the white yarn to the hairpin, and after fixing it, he stood up softly.

"Thank you!" She walked up to the man with gratitude in her eyes.

"I'll help you go, he can't die, someone will clean up the mess." On Nangong Qing's face, the color revealed from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows was something he had never revealed in front of her before.

"You broke his veins?" Tan Shuyan lowered his eyes, looked at Jiang Liran, who was paralyzed on the ground, covered in blood, his slender fingertips dipped a little tea on the teacup, and wrote a line on the desktop.

"It's what he deserves......" Nangong's eyes were as clear as jade, and she looked towards the cabinet next to her.

It's okay not to look at the cigarettes, but when I saw it, my face turned pale, and in the cabinet behind the light gauze enchantment, there were skulls one by one, and there was another one, which looked like it had just been put up.

That face looks like Mrs. Jiang!

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you out." Nangong Qing's deep and magnetic voice slowly penetrated into the ears of the woman who was deep in thought.

She restrained her feelings and nodded at him.

After putting away the silver needle on the table, the two walked out of the room.

"Be careful!" The moment she walked out of the door, a cold light struck, Nangong Qing's dark and deep eyes tightened, and her big hand dragged her arm, and her tall and arrogant body resisted in front of her.

At this moment, Tan Shuyan's brows furrowed, and the whole person was held in the arms of the man, and then, she obviously felt that his body was shocked, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, flashing with panic, and in the dark night, a pair of vicious eyes met her gaze. R1154