"This knife is not covered by a trace of Yuan Magic spiritual power, it can be said to be the most ordinary knife, but it has the breath of a wolf." His voice was cold, he put the knife on the table, and then slowly opened his mouth: "With a demon rank like a wolf, an ordinary weapon can't hurt him at all, and even its fur may not be able to pierce it..."

When Mo Lan heard the sound, he also looked at the knife on the table, his brown eyes were full of scrutiny, as if he was faintly sure.

"That woman doesn't have any spiritual power on her body."

He nodded, his eyes falling on the table, and whispered. "By chance? She didn't have a shred of spiritual power...... That's it, save her first. ”

Mo Lan's brown eyes flowed, and he bowed his head and said, "Yes!" ”

After speaking, his figure flashed and left the study.

The delicate carved wooden window opened at some point, and the trembling wood fragrance in the study was about to come out.

He got up and stood, slowly walked to the window, his figure was tall and cold, the wind suddenly coming from the window, blowing his gorgeous dark blue robe, and his bearing was full of oppressive atmosphere.

He raised his head, and his phoenix eyes, which were not stained with any temperature, looked at the dark sky.

By chance?

Or is it no accident?

……

I don't know how long she was groggy, Su Xuanqing only felt that her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, she seemed to be pressed by thousands of stone piers, and her whole body couldn't move.

She was trying to break free from those restraints, trying to open her eyes, trying hard to push the stone piers on her body away.

On the pretty face, the beautiful eyes closed into a perfect arc, and suddenly, a small fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and the closed eyes slowly opened a gap, and then gradually opened, the bright eyes flickered, and gradually adapted to the brightness of the daylight.

A faint scent of trembling wood hits the tip of the nose and lingers around.

Su Xuanqing got up, but she didn't want to pull the wound on her left shoulder, and she snorted in pain.

Immediately afterwards, a completely unfamiliar room came into view, with antique ancient furniture, revealing a kind of luxury in a low-key manner.

This is where ...

Su Xuanqing pulled off the thin quilt on his body and sat up strongly.

Looking at the brand-new dress on his body, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Although the wound on her back was still painful, the faint scent of medicine told her that the wound had been bandaged.

She remembered that she escaped from Xiangguo Mansion yesterday with an injury, and then... Then I saw a carriage... And then... The carriage was finally gone... She's also in the carriage...

Could it be... Was it the man in the carriage who saved her?

But she remembered that she threatened him with a knife... Why did he save himself?

And the man in that car... Looks like he's still a man...

This dress... It can't be that he changed it...

Looking at the clothes on his body, Su Xuanqing twisted his eyebrows slightly.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and his hand stroked his waist, which was empty, and there was no familiar blade.

Where's her knife...

Su Xuanqing hurriedly put on the shoes placed next to the bed, and hurried out of the door.

Pushing open the delicate carved wooden door, you will see a secluded corridor, at the end of which is a pavilion, and next to the pavilion is a purple and red garden.

Su Xuanqing walked lightly in the long pavilion, she could see in a trance that there was a figure on the flowery pavilion, that person was making tea, the breeze slightly lifted his pale blue sleeves, and the sleeves were folded with arrogance.

Su Xuanqing gradually approached the person, his eyes were very curious, and he looked at the person slowly.

Could this be the man in the carriage last night?

With brisk steps, she was already standing beside the pavilion, the man's jaw was slightly exposed, and the handsome outline was as noble and elegant as the hand of God, he brushed his sleeves, picked up the blue teapot, poured it into the delicate cup, and then picked up the teacup, his thin lips pursed lightly, and his temperament was indifferent and cold between movements.