Suddenly, the door of the cold palace opened from the inside, and a man in white flashed out of it.

She instinctively ducked to the side, but it was too late, and the man heard the movement and looked up at Yao Qingmu.

The face with the silver mask, coupled with the gloomy background of the cold palace, is indescribably weird.

Yao Qingmu glanced at the man, and then ran away, she was not afraid of ghosts, but the man must be a person, and people are often more terrible than ghosts.

The man was also slightly stunned when he saw her back, and with a light tap on his toes, he jumped out, and in an instant, he had already jumped in front of Yao Qingmu, blocking her way.

Yao Qingmu hit him headlong, and the masked man's seemingly lean figure was as strong as a copper wall.

She took a few steps back, knowing that she couldn't run away, she never expected that there would be such a ghostly figure in the seemingly well-guarded palace, and if she inadvertently broke his secret, she was afraid that he would kill him.

Thinking of this, Yao Qingmu touched the corner of his aching forehead and looked at him with some panic.

The masked man's eyes were deep and distant, making her feel inexplicably familiar, and for a moment, she couldn't take her eyes off.

In the middle of her distraction, she only felt a numbness in her back, her body collapsed to the ground, and she fainted, and the moment she lost consciousness, she seemed to see a few blooming magnolia flowers embroidered on the hem of the man's white robe......

The masked man slowly squatted down, gently lifted Yao Qingmu's head, and stretched out his slender fingers to brush away the broken hair on her face.

Then he went down, carefully traced her eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, and chin with his fingers, looked at her carefully, sighed lightly, picked her up, and walked towards the cold palace.

Entering the cold palace, to the left, through the hallway, into an even more dilapidated room covered in cobwebs. Coming to the dusty bookshelf, he pressed it in the dark compartment of the bookshelf, and the bookshelf opened outward, revealing the entrance to the secret passage.

Entering the secret passage, turning into a room in the depths, Yao Qingmu lightly placed his hands and feet on the bed in the room.

"What are you going to do with her?" A woman's voice came from the doorway.

The man didn't look back, didn't answer, and seemed to be still pondering something.

The woman walked quickly to the couch, and between the reversal of her wrists, a short knife was already in her hand, and she stabbed at Yao Qingmu on the couch, moving quickly and ruthlessly.

The tip of the knife suddenly stopped an inch away from Yao Qingmu's throat, and warm blood dripped down the blade of the knife on Yao Qingmu's neck.

"Arran! What are you doing? The man's voice was filled with stoic anger.

Arran watched in amazement as the man's bleeding hand clenched at the blade could hardly believe his eyes.

His martial arts were already unfathomable, and if he wanted to stop her, it would be impossible for him to hurt himself at all.

Now it can only mean that either he was distracted just now, or he was so nervous that he panicked and took the blade with his bare hands.

Ever since he met him, he had always been calm, calm and calm, and he would not frown even if the mountains collapsed in front of him, but how could he lose his temper to such an extent today?

Yalan felt that his heart was soaked in old vinegar, sour and uncomfortable, gritted his teeth, looked at the man's palm that had been deeply sunk into the blade, and couldn't bear to continue arguing with him, and finally let go of the short knife in his hand.