It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but Xiao Yanhui is not a gentleman.

She's an acute.

The previous four years of planning had exhausted her life's patience, and no matter how difficult and dangerous the future was, she never wanted to hear the word "wait" again.

So Uncle Wen finally let the news go out according to her request. As she wished, a bowl of Crane Top Red was condescendingly poured into her stomach, and it didn't take long for Liang Xuan to arrive.

That man, Yang Hyun. She was the only guest in the Baoyue Building, and she risked her life to entangle the person.

As soon as Xiao Yanhui saw him, tears fell, and with a miserable white face, he was pitiful: "Are you here...... I thought you would never come to see me again. ”

"You must come and see it," Liang Xuan said coldly, "I'm curious, a woman who can't jump off a building and can't die, and Heding Red can't be poisoned, is transformed by a demon." ”

"Ah," Xiao Yanhui smiled with tears, "So you're here for this...... Hongying, come on, help me turn over, lift the quilt, and pet my fox tail for Childe! ”

Her smile really resembles a little fox, even if the pale and fragile tears have not dried at the moment, she can't hide the cunning style of the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

It's a pity that Liang Xuan doesn't eat this set.

He didn't even want to turn the screen, so he asked Hongying to move a chair and sit down outside, and took off his saber and put it on the table: "You don't have to bother looking for a fox tail." If you want to prove your innocence, let's take a look at it first. ”

Xiao Yan was stunned and raised his head.

Liang Xuan was also looking at her through the bamboo curtain. The room was dimly lit, and his face was not clear, except for a pair of dark eyes, which were terrifying.

This scene, this image, is easy to make people have bad associations.

Xiao Yanhui tried hard to suppress those surging emotions, and still smiled after settling down: "Chop your hands?" What is the reasoning behind this? I'm just a little older, how can I become a person who needs to prove my innocence? Besides, you don't need to chop your hands to prove your innocence, you can chop off your tail! ”

Liang Xuan lowered his head and pinched his sleeves, and said casually: "The fox tail is not delicious." ”

"Is it delicious to have good hands?" Xiao Yan glared back.

Liang Xuan nodded.

Xiao Yan was shocked, grabbed the horn and shrank back: "Don't talk nonsense!" How can human hands eat, monsters eat people! And human flesh is sour! ”

"Human flesh is not sour." Liang Xuan retorted seriously, and his tone was unusually gentle: "Especially the beautiful hands, soft and fragrant, attractive in color, put them in a steamer and steam them, and then drop a few drops of sesame oil, and the dragon liver and phoenix marrow will not be changed." ”

Xiao Yan's scalp tingled when he heard this, and it took him a while to react, and he shook his head again: "I don't believe it, you don't scare people!" ”

Liang Xuan stared at her for a moment, the smile on his face dissipated, and he leaned back in his chair and sneered: "So, you can't bear that hand." ”

Xiao Yanhui has nothing to be reluctant to. She just thinks that it is not easy for these hands to be kept intact to this day, and it is better not to chop them or not.

But since the other party is so insistent, she is ruthless and gives up.

After making a decision, she didn't hesitate much, just grabbed the tent and gritted her teeth and sat up under Liang Xuan's mocking gaze.

Then he jumped out of bed, threw himself out, grabbed the sword on the corner of the table, and drew his hands with a loud sound.

Liang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly to express satisfaction, and reminded again: "Be careful, you have to break your wrist." If you cut the wrong place and get a second sword, the flavor will be greatly reduced. ”

Xiao Yan clenched the hilt of his sword and said, "I know."

After that, he put his left hand on the table, swung his sword with his right hand, and slashed at the snow-white wrist wearing a cloisonné silver bracelet.

It took a lot of effort, and there was no adulteration.