The body retreated violently, but in an instant, Su Yunshu left the range of the woman's attack.

With the sound of a crisp blade colliding, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in front of them, slightly stinging everyone's eyes.

The hem of the white clothes hunted and hunted, Nan Shiyan raised his eyes, glanced at the woman coldly, the corners of his mouth rose, his hand was slightly forced, and he pushed forward slightly.

A light laugh came, and the woman's body bent in an incredible arc, strangely avoiding Nan Shiyan's attack, and landed silently not far away.

"Mr. Yan."

The slender fingers were raised, wiping away the red blood from the corners of her mouth, and the woman chuckled and tilted her head, her voice sharp.

"What a surprise to Hongu."

Nan Shiyan flicked his sleeves expressionlessly, came to Su Yunshu's side, and looked at it carefully, Fang breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and looked at the woman coldly, the corners of his mouth hooked up a cool arc.

"Each other, each other."

The woman raised her thin eyebrows, and the smile on her face deepened a little, and the meaning of the smile was unclear.

"I'm really sorry, today, Hongu, I must"

As he spoke, his white little hand was raised, and he waved it casually, and opened his mouth faintly.

"Take away the third son of the Su family."

When the words fell, the cold wind suddenly rose, and the surrounding airflow suddenly became a lot duller, and it was pressed down.

A roar came, Nan Shiyan raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand directly, the wide clothes swept over, and the deep spiritual power surged out.

A low cry came, and the huge figure paused, and after a few breaths, the beast flew out violently, slamming into the ground with a dull sound.

The corners of his mouth were hooked, Nan Shiyan chuckled a few times, and his slender fingers gently tapped the handle of the jade fan, and his face was slightly gloomy.

"It's not funny, Your Excellency."

"Today, Yan will not let you take Su Sangongzi away."

"Oh?"

The woman raised her eyebrows, looked at Su Yunshu with a pair of interested eyes, and asked with a smile:

"Really?"

The cool jade flute rested against the delicate chin, and the woman's eyebrows swirled, and she smiled and spoke.

"The Third Son."

"Do you want to see your little sister?"

Hearing this, Su Yunshu's eyes moved, the hands in his sleeves slowly tightened a little, and his face sank.

"Where's Xiao Ran?"

"Of course it is"

With a few chuckles, the woman blinked her eyes, took on a bit of mischievousness, and spoke softly.

"It's in the main palace."

Looking at Su Yunshu's changing complexion, the woman chuckled, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, cold and ghostly.

"How?"

"Third son, do you want to go with the palace?"

As she spoke, the woman tilted her head and raised her eyebrows at Su Yunshu, the yin owl and sharp aura between her eyebrows and eyes dissipated a little, if she ignored the dark purple thin lips, the shallow and innocent smile added a bit of childishness to the woman, like a child who was spoiling her elders, and her clear eyes seemed to be able to see the bottom at a glance.

However, Su Yunshu knew that she was not Xiao Ran.

How could it be?

His family is so well-behaved and lovely, how can he have such a gloomy and weird atmosphere?

His family is a small dye, with an excellent heart, and he is extremely cautious and steady, sometimes, considering everything comprehensively makes the second brother feel ashamed, how can he be so reckless, kill in the palace, and threaten to avenge the third aunt?

Such a stupid thing to do, Xiao Ran wouldn't do it.

Although this woman's disguise is extremely exquisite, all kinds of details are also handled very well, and some of the coquettish details of Xiao Ran can also be imitated.

However, a person, the kind of bearing and character that exudes from the inside and outside cannot be imitated.

In his heart, Xiao Ran has always been a clean and pure little girl.

However, the strange woman in front of her is obviously a bloodthirsty ghost.

As Xiao Ran's closest relative, I've been together for so long, if I can't recognize it, I'm afraid I'll feel sorry for myself.

"Third son?"

The woman's smiling voice sounded again, her tone was a little heavier, and secretly, it was also a spiritual power, and the heavy coercion did not converge in the slightest, and directly pressed on Su Yunshu's back.

The hand in her sleeve moved, the woman frowned suddenly, and a pair of puzzled eyes turned a few times, and fell heavily on Su Yunshu's calm face, and her gaze slowly deepened.

What's going on?

Obviously he is just a son of a family in the east, even if he cultivates in the Dust Washing Mountain, his cultivation will not be too rebellious, right, judging from the spiritual power he showed when he fought, he is indeed outstanding in cultivation, but how can he not see through it?

Ordinary people, even if they use the magic weapon of concealment cultivation, they have no effect on themselves, after all, in the face of absolute strength, these worldly things really have no effect.

However, why is this Su Yunshu so weird?

Is it the mind?

The mental method that can make yourself unable to perceive any spiritual power fluctuations, is it?

That one?

Her heart skipped a beat, the woman narrowed her eyes, and her breath was a little lower.

"The Third Son."

With a grinning thin lip, the woman's thin eyebrows rose a little, and she opened her mouth as if she was smiling.

"Have you thought about it?"

The fair-skinned little hand was raised, the pale fingertips gently brushed the thin dark purple lips, and the woman chuckled, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Do you want to go back with this palace and meet your precious sister?"

After speaking, the woman tilted her head, and her eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile.

The eyelashes slowly drooped, Su Yunshu casually glanced at the smiling shallow woman, the corners of his mouth hooked a loose arc, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingming's sword body turned suddenly, and the tip of the sword with cold air plunged into the ground, accompanied by a crisp sound, and then, the cyan clothes hung down properly, bringing a cold wind, covering the big hands with distinct bones and the surging fierce qi.

He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at will, and under the wide coat, the slender fingers struck the hilt again and again, making a rhythmic sound.

The long-bodied figure leaned obliquely on the sword body, Su Yunshu raised his eyes, and a pair of clear and cold eyes looked at the woman casually, the smile on the corner of his mouth was meaningful, and he was cold.

"Your Excellency."

With a chuckle, Su Yunshu raised his eyebrows and spoke lightly, without any warmth.

"Are you inviting this son?"

Her face stiffened, and the woman frowned slightly, obviously she didn't expect Su Yunshu to react like this, the hand holding the jade flute tightened, and the woman's lips and voice were a little lower.

"Third prince, look at it like this, are you going to leave with the palace?"

Su Yunshu raised his lips, his eyes were calm, but there was a deep chill between his eyebrows, and he asked rhetorically.

"What do you think?"

Lowering her eyebrows, the woman raised her lips, and a cold laugh sounded, bringing a strange sense of charm.

"If that's the case, then the palace has no choice but "