"What are you talking about?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"I should be able to remember it, why can't I remember it." Xinghuan Qianji murmured to himself, but did not answer her question.
Mu Hanyan stopped asking. She used to think Xinghuan Qianji was a divine artifact, but now she no longer thought so. She just felt that this guy was becoming more and more like a real human being, with his strange thoughts. People have troubles, and when he was troubled, Mu Hanyan didn't want to disturb his thoughts.
Her expression grew serious. Xinghuan Qianji's claim that someone was coming was unmistakable. With her current strength, no one below the rank of Sword Master could possibly hide from her unless they were above the rank of Sword Master.
Mu Hanyan remembered the assassin she met shortly after her rebirth, and the assassin Yan Yuchu met. With murderous intent in her eyes, she slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.
Her breathing became extremely smooth, and the hand holding the sword was also unusually steady.
No matter who comes, even if he is a swordsman, Mu Hanyan is confident that she can severely injure him with her sword.
A wisp of night wind suddenly blew past. The door was still closed, but Mu Hanyan could feel it open and close again in the blink of an eye. It was so fast that if it weren't for the wisp of cold air, Mu Hanyan would hardly have noticed the door was opened.
A ghostly black shadow also floated over silently.
Mu Hanyan moved her fingers and was about to draw her sword and stab.
"Don't kill him!" At this moment, Xinghuan Qianji's urgent cry came to his ears.
Mu Hanyan's fingers were almost about to pop out the sword tip, but when she heard Xinghuan Qianji's anxious shout, she immediately stopped.
"You can't kill him, you can't kill him." Xinghuan Qianji's relieved voice came into his ears again, but it seemed to have some inexplicable sadness.
Mu Hanyan was full of doubts. She opened her eyes slightly in the darkness, and a vague face came into view.
Ye Yanran!
It is true that you are not afraid of thieves stealing, but you are afraid of thieves thinking about it. Mu Hanyan did not expect that she would come to the door so soon.
Mu Hanyan breathed a sigh of relief. Although Ye Yanran's ghostly movements were even more bizarre than Jiang Yuzhe's, making it hard to guard against, she was only an eighth-rank swordsman after all and posed no threat to her.
Mu Hanyan loosened her grip on the hilt of the sword and stared at Ye Yanran in the faint light, wanting to see what she was going to do.
Ye Yanran probably hadn't fully adapted to the darkness in the room yet. She stood there for a moment before looking in the direction where Mu Hanyan was lying flat on her back, and made a series of hand gestures with her hands.
Faint ripples of light flashed outside my body, and I felt like I was shrouded in an invisible transparent cover.
"Boundary!" Mu Hanyan was astonished. According to rumors, this was an extremely powerful and miraculous technique, but it had been lost ten thousand years ago. Perhaps some extremely ancient families or academies could still find a few ancient books, but they were all incomplete, either unable to be used or with fatal flaws.
Although the legend about the barrier is too far-fetched, even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run. Seeing the magical ripples like water, Mu Hanyan can be sure that this is the result of the legend.
Mu Hanyan became more and more curious about Ye Yanran. First, she had ghost-like movements that were even more bizarre than Jiang Yuzhe's shadowless sword. Then, she had the legendary barrier technique that had been lost for a long time. Who was Ye Yanran? Was she really just a female thief?
As the barrier was cast, Mu Hanyan suddenly felt her body become heavy, and boundless fatigue came over her, making her want to just close her eyes and have a good sleep.
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