The last man in black fell, his blood dripping from his longsword glowing with cold light, and the leader looked slightly sideways at the window, and the remaining six men in black also looked at the window.

Blood dripped down the sword and fell to the ground, and in an instant it was buried by the wind and sand, dried by the cold wind, and only a dull red color.

Suddenly, the window was pushed open, and the man in black didn't have time to see clearly, and there was already a person standing in front .....of him.

She was wrapped in a black light fur, and she could vaguely see the white obscene clothes, and a pair of blood-red phoenix eyes glanced at everyone indifferently, and lightly opened her lips: "Who is coming"?

Her words were extremely cold, making people feel as if they were in an ice cellar, exuding a strong murderous aura all around her, and her face was pale, like a hell rakshasa in the night, making people feel their scalps tingle at a glance.

However, the seven men in black were unmoved, and looked straight at the woman in front of them, the blade of the sword cut through the sky, and with a low sword roar, the seven long swords swung in unison.

The wind blew up Murong Tanran's scattered long hair, and I saw her half-squinting phoenix eyes, slowly raising her arm, a short sword thrown out of her cuffs, and her steps followed.

"Puff .....", the short sword sank into the neck of the man in black, and when he pulled it out, blood splattered, Murong Tianran didn't look at the man in black who fell, his feet jumped into the air, and the short sword stabbed towards the other man in black who rushed over first.

"Ding Dong .....", the leader of the man in black quickly blocked Murong Ranran's short sword, her intuitive arm was numb, and her phoenix eyes were horizontal, looking at the man in black who was the leader, it seemed that this person's arm strength was extraordinary.

Seeing the situation, the other five black-clothed people quickly surrounded Murong Qianran and launched a siege, the five long swords stabbed at the same time, Murong Tianran aimed at the opportunity, stepped on the edge of the long sword with his toes, jumped into the air, and the short sword in his hand rotated 180 degrees, and the sound of piercing the skin also sounded.

The wind fell to the ground, and Murong Ranran's light fur floated in the cold wind, and the white obscene clothes inside were already splashed with specks of blood, and what fell beside her were the corpses of the five black-clothed people who had just besieged her.

"Ask you again, who is coming"? Murong looked at the man in black with cold eyes.

The leader didn't speak, and after indifferently glancing at Murong Qianran, he didn't swing his sword to kill, but turned around and ran away in the opposite direction.

Murong Tianran frowned, looking at the black shadow that was gradually moving away, he didn't chase it, he stood in place for a long time, this group of black-clothed people is not very powerful, but his strength is not small, the one move just now used up all her strength, if she hadn't aimed at the opportunity, I'm afraid she would have been injured.

After coming back to her senses, she saw her squatting on the ground and tearing off the mask of a man in black, however, she was a little disappointed, this was clearly a group of dead soldiers, if it wasn't for a single kill, it would be very difficult.

There were also a few corpses at the door of the post station, presumably the five men in black were dead, she raised her feet and walked over, and also ripped off the mask on the face of the man in black, but she was stunned, why is this person a little familiar?

Suddenly, she remembered the guard who accompanied her and Lang Xiaoyue this afternoon, and her heart suddenly stirred up a thousand waves, could it be that the wave of people in black was really coming at her?

But few people know about her entering Gusu City, except for the Northern Darkness Hanxuan......

Could it be him? The more Murong Qianran thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and when he returned to the room, he changed into clean and dirty clothes, and lay down in the quilt, but he couldn't sleep.

In this way, the five men in black were sent by Lang Xiaoyue to protect her, but the appearance of the other group of men in black did not look like foreigners, she really couldn't think of anyone who would come to assassinate her at this time, and knew her whereabouts so well.

Is it really you? North Styx Hanxuan......

Murong Tianran lay on the bed, tossing and turning, until the dawn was bright, and then he fell asleep groggily.

Following

Feeling that there were people around him, Murong Tianran opened his phoenix eyes in an instant, but what caught his eyes was Lang Xiaoyue's handsome face, he sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her gently, and when he saw her wake up, he said softly: "Wake up."

A good smell of elegant fragrance rushed into her nose, much better than the ambergris on Zhi Xuanyuanche's body, she stretched her waist, seemed to be a little sleepy, and said with a lazy expression: "Why are you here?" What time is it"?

Lang Xiaoyue scratched the tip of her nose dotingly, and said dotingly: "It's past noon, little lazy pig."

Murong Tianran sat up, wearing a white obscene robe inside, which was newly changed last night, but because she didn't take a bath, Lang Xiaoyue still smelled a trace of blood, and her sword eyebrows couldn't help but lock slightly.

"Huh.... Where's my clothes"? Murong looked at the head of the bed in surprise, but she didn't see her clothes, and Lang Xiaoyue beside her slowly stood up and clapped her hands at the door, and the door was suddenly opened, only to see two maidservants holding trays in their hands, and gorgeous robes were neatly stacked on the trays.

"I threw away that dress."

Murong Qianran didn't say much, her dress, it stands to reason that she should have changed a long time ago, but she only brought a change of dirty clothes, since someone else sent it to the door, don't be in vain.

Under Lang Xiaoyue's gaze, she put on her clothes, the size was just right, the lilac robe, the silver silk groove, and the light red peony flowers were embroidered on it, the color of the robe lined her complexion, with a beautiful appearance, there was a unique and enchanting charm.

"Thank you", Murong Qianran changed his clothes and sat on the chair and said lightly.

Lang Xiaoyue smiled helplessly, didn't refute her, walked to the chair and sat down in a few steps, pursed her thin lips, hesitated, and asked, "Last night..... Are you alright"?

Murong Qianran was combing his long hair with his fingers, and when he heard Lang Xiaoyue's words, he was stunned at first, and then replied: "It's okay, it's just a pity for your guards."

Lang Xiaoyue was silent for a moment, and the expression on his face became heavy, he slowly stood up, walked to Murong Qianran's side, waved his hand and signaled to the maids on both sides, the maidservants walked out knowingly, and after a while, a bronze mirror was brought over, and there was a tray, on which were placed a small rouge box, as well as a jade comb, and a few very exquisite hostas.

Without saying a word, Lang Xiaoyue picked up the jade comb and walked to the back of the chair, and gently combed the green silk for her, at first Murong Qianran was a little uncomfortable, but before she could stand up, she was pressed down by Lang Xiaoyue again.

"Just let me dress up for you once", the tone of some sighs seemed to be mixed with a lot of feelings, so that Murong Ran, who was still a little struggling, complied.

That's it, just this once.

Lang Xiaoyue's movements were very gentle, just like treating a cherished treasure, he seriously pulled up his sideburns for Murong Qianran, and selected a hosta from the tray that he was more satisfied with and inserted it in the bun, not that he was unwilling to insert a few more hostas, it was because he knew Murong Qianran too well and knew that she didn't like cumbersome.

Murong Qianran washed her cheeks under the waiter of the maidservant, and then Lang Xiaoyue applied a little powder, and the small snail Dai gently swept on her eyebrows, half a sound, and Lang Xiaoyue smiled with satisfaction.

"How"? Lang Xiaoyue waved her hand, and the maidservant quickly picked up the bronze mirror and stood in front of Murong Qianran.

Lightly sweeping the moth eyebrows, slightly applying powder, neither enchanting nor losing the delicacy of a woman, Murong Tianran looked at the bronze mirror, smiled faintly, the hosta on his head was inserted just right, and the bun was tall, which also set off the beauty of the hosta.

"Very good.....", Murong replied lightly.