422. Why is my husband so handsome?

In the end, Chen Yue and Ran Zhixuan also had to join the battle, at least to balance the situation on the spot, only the number of Ran Xiyan was decreasing.

Ran Xiyan leaned on He Yan's ear and muttered a few words, only to see He Yan shake his head regretfully, Ran Xiyan sighed lightly, and He Yan said a few words, and then got up from the seat and walked off the high platform unhurriedly.

He Yan sat on the dragon chair and watched the killing below with interest.

Just now, Ran Xiyan asked He Yan if he had brought enough silver needles, but he was too lazy to move. He Yan's reply was naturally that she didn't bring it, and she put it all at home, who would have known that the last contract would suddenly bring her here.

Ran Xiyan calmly walked into the crowd, the calmness contrasted with the tension around him, between the hands of a group of people, he passed through like that, and he couldn't hurt him half a point. Passing past the side of a young kite, Ran Xiyan casually pulled out the fine sword from his side, weighed it in his hand, and then stabbed it into the man's heart.

This process took less than a second, and some people didn't even react to it, and Ran Xiyan had already joined the battle.

The man's blood spurted out, but he didn't dodge or dodge, leaving the scarlet to leave an inconspicuous mark on his red clothes.

He Yan was so leisurely on it that she almost gave her a handful of melon seeds to look at it, she shouted a few times to the testament, and said, "Hey, the beauty of the testament, you see why my husband is so handsome." ”

Killing people has a different feeling, who doesn't have a hideous expression when people kill people, and Ran Xiyan is so elegant that it looks like he can go to receive the award in the next second.

In fact, Ran Xiyan's speed is very fast, and people like He Yan and Yu Yu can't see his movements clearly at all.

The testament rolled his eyes, and he didn't say anything about Ran Xiyan, and he didn't say anything about He Yan's nymphomaniac.

He Yan didn't pay attention, a dart flew towards her, and when He Yan came back to his senses, the dart was already very close to her. He Yan subconsciously shook it off with her sleeve, and the dart cut a big hole in her sleeve, brushing against her arm, leaving a dark red mark.

A little deeper, it's enough to cut a hole.

He Yan stared at it, and the dart was inserted into the dragon chair beside her, and the end of the dart had a dark color.

He Yan patted his chest in fright, this dart was poisonous. Turning around again, at the place where the dart was shot, there was a jealous Chen Yue standing.

He Yan chuckled, funny.

He Yan glanced at the testament, and the testament looked at her expressionlessly. Knowing that the testament is the most honest, that is to say, he will definitely not participate in this battle. Then He Yan looked at Ran Xiyan in the crowd again, and felt that there should be no problem, so he stood up carefully with his big belly and looked down at Chenyue.

Chen Yue seemed to be fearless of the testament, holding a sword, and slowly walked up to the high platform.

He Yan sneered, his hateful tone filled with sadness, "Chenyue, I didn't come to you, but you came to me?"

Chen Yue paused, then looked at He Yan and chuckled, "How do you say this?"

He Yan didn't reply immediately, just moved his hand, Chen Yue didn't pay attention, and in an instant, Chen Yue exclaimed, his hand hurt, and he let go of the sword he was holding. He Yan flashed to Chenyue's side, took Chenyue's sword with his hand, and pressed it against Chenyue's neck.

These actions are only a moment's work.

Chen Yue was stunned, and then looked at He Yan hatefully: "Didn't you bring a needle?"

He Yan laughed back: "If I say that, will you still come up?"

He Yan knew that Chen Yue was looking at her, even though she was not sure that Chen Yue could lip talk, she was still happy to play it.

He Yan recalled something, the sword against Chen Yue's neck went a little deeper, and a red mark appeared on Chen Yue's white neck.

"Chenyue, you really tried your best to deal with me. He Yan said slowly, unable to hear the tone of affection.

Chen Yue was not worried that He Yan would kill her directly, and stubbornly looked at He Yan's eyes, even if those eyes made her tremble, "Do your best? After a pause, his smile was a little meaningful, "But, He Yan, that's a person related to you." ”

"If you want to blame, blame you, you are too perfect, you are simply invulnerable," Chen Yue smiled viciously, "Then your apprentice is your loophole." ”