With a sword box on her back, the only daughter of the Li family, wearing a pale yellow skirt, stopped under an eaves in a remote corner of the academy. Placing the paper fan in front of the door, she watched the raindrops in silk threads fall to the ground, and her little face was full of unhappiness. She regretted a little, she really shouldn't have agreed to Shen Qingwen's request.

She doesn't care whether Lan Shuxiang is dead or alive, but the people and forces involved behind Lan Shuxiang, she has to think about it. She is not like Shen Qingwen, she provoked this person today, recruited that person tomorrow, she will beat if she beats, and she will run away if she can't beat him.

"At the end of the day, it's the homeless who are the most chic. Li Muxue sighed lightly, her beautiful eyes dimmed a little, "It's also the most pitiful." ”

Gently buckled the eaves door in this remote academy, Li Muxue remembered well, Lan Shuxiang should be healing here. After all, it is a person who has walked through the rivers and lakes, and he is not particular about this residence. There were a few knocks outside my ears, and then I heard only a few soft noises coming from inside the room.

"Who's ......"

A weak man's voice came out of the room, and the corners of Li Muxue's mouth couldn't help but buckle a slight arc, and her guess was really good.

"Dean Lan, it's me, Li Muxue. Li Muxue replied lightly.

With just one sentence, there was only the sound of rain and the laughter of Lan Shuxiang from time to time inside and outside the house. I don't know how long it took, Li Muxue only knew that the rain had no intention of stopping. And just when Li Muxue was thinking about something, there was a sudden creak from the closed wooden door. Then the wooden door opened, and a sharp sword stabbed out of the room. Li Muxue's face changed, and her figure flashed flexibly, dodging the sword. And at the moment when she dodged, Lan Shuxiang also took the opportunity to turn into a black shadow, and disappeared into the rain curtain with a few swishs.

"A third-rate swordsman, it's not bad to escape. Seeing this, Li Muxue didn't bother to chase after her, so she scolded Lan Shuxiang and strode into the eaves.

The room was very ordinary, with a wooden bed and a wooden table. There were two objects on the wooden table, a burned candle and a black token. Seeing this token, Li Muxue turned around and knocked on the rain curtain outside the house. She seemed to be able to see the expression of this Lan Shuxiang who had been struggling in this room for a long time before she had no choice but to give up this token.

Should I call him smart or stupid, Li Muxue shook her head. Putting the token away, she was just about to call it a day.

It seems that he promised Shen Qingwen that he would kill Lan Shuxiang.

That's it, the woman in the yellow dress held a paper fan in her hand, carried a sword box, looked for the breath of Lan Shuxiang, and walked on this winding path.

Since she has to do what she promised, she is not like Shen Qingwen, she is a scoundrel.

In the blink of an eye, the daughter of the sword family in the yellow skirt sighed again in the rain curtain, and she really regretted agreeing to this.