Qianwan sat on the edge of the beauty couch, and Qin Xuan moved over.

His chin rested on her shoulder, and a pair of beautiful eyes smiled, "Where have you been?" ”

Warm breath was somewhat presumptuously applied to her neck.

Such an intimate action......

Qianwan raised her eyebrows slightly.

Qin Xuan seemed to notice her abnormality, and slowly sat up straight, still looking at her with a smile, but the smile on the corner of his mouth trembled a little.

Misunderstanding again...

Qianwan sighed, stretched out her hand to take him into her arms, and softened her tone helplessly.

"Wushang said that a friend brought some new tea, so I went over to take a look."

It's Ling Wushang again......

Qin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Ling Wusheng, this person is not as innocent as you see." ”

Qianwan frowned, caressed the tears in the corners of his eyes with her fingertips, hid the complicated look at the bottom of her eyes, and said lightly, "Don't talk about him." ”

Qin Xuan pursed his lips and was about to speak, when he smelled the sticky smell of blood in the air, his expression changed, and he immediately clenched Qianwan's wrist.

"Who?"

Qianwan held Qin Xuan's hand, mixed with a terrifying and deterrent coldness shot towards the window, sensing the breath on the other party's body, frowning suspiciously, "Rakshasa? ”

The ghost-faced man pressed a golden leaf on the table, the tip of his sword was stained with blood, and his hoarse voice was rarely tired, and his eyes were blank, like a strong crossbow.

“…… Please go up to the altar. ”

Qin Xuan stood up in surprise, Rakshasa's breath was extremely unstable, as if he had been forcibly exhausted by someone, and his internal breath was disrupted by external injuries.

Rakshasa is already a top master in the secret door, and no one can make him fall into such an embarrassing situation except for his mother......

"She used the Golden Order."

Qin Xuan's tone was calm.

Rakshasa clenched the hilt of his sword with a shaky grip, the skin under the black cloak had long since rotted, and those scars were permeated with special medicine, which was unique to the whips of the disciples of the secret door.

"She actually used the golden order, to me."

Qin Xuan repeated, calmly looked at Rakshasa, and after seeing the other party's acquiescence, his hands slowly clenched, restraining the anger surging in his heart.

After activating the golden order, if the task is not completed within one hour, the person who receives the order will be forcibly dissipated and severely injured by the disciples.

Rakshasa is his Qin Xuan's person, he shouldn't have been humiliated like this, and his mother's ruthlessness must be a warning and deterrent to him.

Can......

Jin Ling is only for ...... The heinous sinners of the secret door.

He Qin Xuan, how can he be virtuous?

"Hehe......" Qin Xuan sneered, "What is her order?" ”

Rakshasa lowered his head, "The door master has an order, please invite the young master to participate in the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens and offer the Flower Shadow Sword with his own hands." ”

Qin Xuan's eyes were sarcastic, looking at the blood-mixed gold leaf on the table, and snorted, "Go and sacrifice to the sky, it's okay." ”

"But the Flower Shadow Sword...... It's a late one, and there's nothing this can do. ”

Tut.

This milk doll dares to kick the ball at the feet of her aunt.

Qianwan said coldly, "I said a long time ago, this sword, if you want it, you can take it at any time." ”

It's just a broken sword, but it's blown to the sky by those people.

A bunch of Rangers who came in: ...... Break...... Broken Sword??

Rakshasa's eyes lit up.

The sword is the soul of the swordsman, not to mention a famous sword that has been cast into a divine flower, and it can be taken away at will.

She...... Do you think the young master is so important?

Seeing that Qin Xuan was still standing there without moving, Qianwan pulled the corners of his mouth and threw a bottle of gold sore medicine from Ling Wushang to the ghost-faced man.

One took the Flower Shadow Sword and left three words with a cold face, "Go to the altar." ”

Qin Xuan pursed his lips tightly, his eyebrows and eyes turned up, but he lost the previous enchanting charm, dyed with a bit of mysterious charm, and looked at Qianwan with a pair of phoenix eyes, and said after a while.

"Ah Wan, if you go, you won't regret it."

“…… No regrets. ”