Yan Jiu was quickly taken upstairs, and Qiao Yipan carried the hem of her skirt to the seat.

Yuan Shuyu saw her honestly nestled in the soft cushion, and closed the window to cut off the eyes of the people downstairs.

When Yan Jiu was brought in, he saw a cat-like girl lazily sinking into a big soft cushion.

Yan Jiu's eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of amazement.

As soon as she turned her eyes, the young man of Zhilan Yushu looked at her coldly, which aroused the feeling of impatience in Yan Jiu's heart more and more.

Yan Jiu has lived wildly since she was a child, and she has not given up on what she has taken ainto, not to mention that she is still such a person who is in line with her yearning for a man in the Central Plains.

Fengshen is handsome but looks at the coldness, when he laughs, he is like a silver flower and a fire tree, and he has the demeanor of a noble son if he doesn't smile.

If such a man is brought back to the clan, my father will definitely be impressed by her.

Yan Jiu lowered his head and saluted, as a way to hide the ambition in his eyes.

Qiao Yipan played with the teacup in his hand, looked at her casually, and muttered in his heart: The eyes of the dignified saint are not very good.

Yan Jiu saluted perfunctorily, and Shi Shiran was about to get up.

But in the next moment, the cup made of white jade fell in front of her, and the broken horns of the fine jade cup splashed on her legs, cutting through her clothes.

The girl who was lazy in her chair straightened up and stared at her with unguarded eyes.

The man who had been standing behind her pressed a scabbard against her back, pressing her to her knees.

Yan Jiu couldn't straighten her back even after spending a lot of effort, and she felt even more angry under the embarrassment, she shouted loudly: "Is this the hospitality of the young lady?!" ”

Qiao Yipan got up slowly and gracefully lifted the hem of her long skirt.

Yuan Shuyu leaned against the window, tilted his head back, and his long ink-like hair fell on his white neck, giving rise to a sense of beauty for no reason.

He didn't understand why girls always like to wear long floor-length skirts, which were obviously inconvenient to move around and easy to get dirty.

But he suddenly understood that it was because the girls also knew that they looked like immortals when they wore those long skirts.

Qiao Yipan didn't pay attention to him, and walked unhurriedly to the kneeling person, and his pink dancôme-painted hand lightly picked up Yan Jiu's chin.

The two looked at each other, Qiao Yipan smiled, with a meaningful smile in his eyes, which strangely made Yan Jiu's heart cold.

But Yan Jiu kept in mind the content of the family book, and still looked at her calmly, no, there are few people in the Central Plains who understand Gu.

"Miss Yan is still unwilling to give up on harming me?"

After a word, the rest of the people in the room all stared at Yan Jiu in unison.

Qiao Yipan seemed to have a smile in his eyes, but his eyes were full of danger.

She is now a person who needs to understand Gu and be smart, but she doesn't dare to use it if it's not under her control.

If you still kill it, Miao Jiang will not lack people who can do Gu.

"Long end, knock her out."

Qiao Yipan looked at the little girl's frightened expression tastelessly, and commanded casually.

Yuan Shuyu looked at it with his eyes and lowered his eyes.

The girl lifted her skirt and straightened up, slowly turned around and was about to leave, but when she shook her waist, she directly and quickly turned around, and pulled out the sword on her long waist and was close to Yan Jiu's neck.

Before everyone could react, the situation became strange after two white lights.

Qiao Yipan kept approaching Yan Jiu's neck with his sword, Yuan Shuyu came to Yan Jiu in a blink of an eye, and the dagger in his hand slammed Yan Jiu's right hand into the floor.

Her right hand was dripping with blood, and the pain seemed to be drilling into her heart, but Yan Jiu couldn't care about it anymore, she held a bell high in her left hand and smiled heartily.

"Guess you're fast or I'm fast?"

Yan Jiu's face suddenly became gentle, and he looked at the girl like a lover whispering, which made people shudder.

Qiao Yipan ignored her, just stared at her neck.

Yuan Shuyu laughed, stabbed the dagger into it, and the blood came out again, and the floor was bright red.

In the end, they tried to find the right time to attack, but the moment the bell came out, they were all limp and supple, and they couldn't lift up a little strength, and even standing made their foreheads sweat break out in thin sweat.

At this time, they stared at the bell in Yan Jiu's hand viciously, and now the situation suddenly reversed, it seems that this bell is the ghost!

Qiao Yipan also stared at the bell, but she smiled on her lips, looking very happy.

"It's a good thing."

Qiao Yipan smiled softly.

Yan Jiu sneered, "Of course, it's a good thing that will kill you." ”

Yan Jiu shook the bell lightly again, looked at the young man with red lips and white teeth, and said with a smile: "It's a pity." ”

If it can't belong to me, then don't be seen by me again.

Yan Jiu lowered his head and smiled, "Look, it's still me fast." ”

But to her surprise, Qiao Yipan's sword didn't cut towards her, she didn't even stop, and slashed Yan Jiu's neck with one sword, and blood spurted out like a pillar, which was spectacular.

Yan Jiu's eyes widened in surprise and he lay back softly.

Chang finally recovered when Yan Jiu was stabbed, and when he saw that Yan Jiu was still lying back, he hurriedly dispersed in disgust.