"Besides......" Ran Xiyan's gaze swept over Chenyue, "whose blood this king is related to, this matter has not yet been decided." The palace affairs of many years ago, no matter how powerful Ye Kite is now, it was not more than Erer a few years ago, relying more on hearsay, this is true or false, how can you be sure?"

Chenyue's face turned white again.

Ran Zhixuan was so angry that he wanted to make a move, but when he saw the testament leaning aside, looking at him coldly, he thought that this person had entered here in an instant just now, and he was so fast that he couldn't see it, so he was a little surprised.

However, he laughed a few times, and the light laughter still echoed in the hall, she glanced at the testament and said, "The beauty of the testament, I want to ask you something, if my husband can't beat me, will you help?"

The corners of the testament's mouth twitched, and he snorted arrogantly.

The look was obviously, "You'd better die if you're dead."

The attitude of the testament obviously amused He Yan, she stopped blinking her eyes, and said "understandingly": "Lord Zhe doesn't have to be polite, the beauties of the testament said that it doesn't help." Mei's eyes turned, leaning sideways on the dragon chair, "However, you may not be able to beat my husband." ”

Somehow, the evil taste wanted to be angry with Chenyue by the way, so He Yan looked at Ran Xiyan and said affectionately: "Right, dear?"

Ran Xiyan leaned down, nodded on her forehead, and smiled: "Yes, dear." ”

This fits ...... It's so sweet that it's chilling.

Chen Yue gritted her teeth in anger, her hands clenched into fists, and her body kept shaking, "Ran Xiyan, you haven't sued me yet, where did you get the basis for all this nonsense?"

"Intuition. Ran Xiyan seemed unwilling to say more to Chen Yue, and with a snap of his fingers, a column of black-clothed masked people standing side by side suddenly flashed around him for no reason, looking at Chen Yue and them coldly.

Ran Xiyan looked at the people who had already taken out their swords and were ready to fight, his chin was on He Yan's shoulder, the beauty was in his arms, and he was very leisurely, "This king is actually very curious, what kind of person will Ye Kite be?"

"Ran Xiyan, you are looking for death. Chenyue's face was gloomy, her body was slightly tilted, she lifted it down, and motioned for them to go up.

The people around Chenyue are all elite soldiers, either Ye Kite or gangsters, she doesn't care about life and death at all, she only cares about winning or losing, she is very confident, that is already conceited.

With the first step of the people beside Chen Yue to attack, Ran Xiyan's people also immediately moved, and the two soldiers converged in the center of the main hall, with their swords in hand, fast and decisive.

Ran Xiyan, He Yan and the testament have been standing above the whole process, staring at everyone, Chen Yue and Ran Zhixuan occasionally draw knives to solve a few people, until finally, Chen Yue flashed to the side, and Ran Zhixuan also stood aside with his hands, looking at Ran Xiyan and He Yan coldly.

Ran Xiyan noticed Ran Zhixuan's gaze, and shifted his gaze from the killing between the troops to Ran Zhixuan, and then, Wan Er said: "Starling, I'm curious, do you think that with that few troops, you can defeat my 100,000 Praetorian Guards?"

Ran Zhixuan was stunned, looked at those elite soldiers who were only a few hundred, and then sneered and replied: "But you won't use it." ”

"Ran Xiyan, you won't use it. Ran Zhixuan looked at Ran Xiyan firmly, and said very firmly, "The Praetorian Guard is not your person, it is my father's." You haven't had time to replace them yet...... You have a habit of cleanliness, and you will not tolerate your victory by relying on the forces of your father. He knew Ran Xiyan very well and knew what countermeasures to use against him.

He Yan couldn't help but tremble when he thought of something, and looked at Ran Zhixuan, with an unknown meaning in his eyes: "You know so well...... It can't be a crush on my husband, right?"

The last promise coughed on the side, and then Zhixuan's face turned pale, knowing that he was humiliated, and glared back fiercely.

Ran Xiyan smiled, didn't care much about Ran Zhixuan, rubbed the top of He Yan's hair with his chin, and finally left a gentle kiss.

During the conversation between several people, the number of soldiers on both sides had been halved in an instant, and the corpses of people were lying horizontally in the main hall, and some people's heads were even half a foot away from their bodies.