It was the first time for Yue Nanchen to look up at a woman, and he hated this angle. "Yes!" he answered through gritted teeth.

"Can we make a deal? If the deal is successful, we will keep our distance from each other from now on!" Lan Shuiyao looked at him sideways, raised her head and chest, continued to change her poses, and said with a sweet smile.

"Trade? No one in this world dares to make a deal with me!" Yue Nanchen sneered, his smile was absolute and cruel, and he reached for the soft sword at his waist...

"If I were you, I would first get rid of the enemy following you. After all, I don't want to be your enemy, I just want my freedom!" Lan Shuiyao was not afraid of his coldness and bloodthirstiness at all. She giggled and pointed behind him.

Yue Nanchen turned around slowly, and in front of him, whoosh, there were twenty or thirty masked men in black, who rushed over without saying a word.

"Tsk tsk, you're dressed like this in broad daylight, do you think you're from the special forces?" The woman on the roof smiled sweetly, leaning against the eaves with her legs crossed, her snow-white legs shining charmingly in the sun.

He supported her head and lazily and coquettishly shouted, "Oh, behind, behind, be careful with the sword, yes, yes, yes, this one-and-a-half split is precise and beautiful, that head, yes, yes, yes, it's quite round, it's best to kick it like a ball, don't cut it crooked, good, good...ah, who is that woman?"

Yue Nanchen was getting annoyed by her shouting, and when he turned around, he saw Dong Qing'er in the hands of the man in black in the distance.

"Ah, isn't that Princess Changning? Tsk, tsk, how did she fall into the hands of the men in black? No hurry.

Don't worry, just continue. I've been disliking that guy for a long time. He has a pair of frog eyes. Fortunately, he was masked, otherwise I don't know how many people would be scared to death! Don't point intestines at me. The dish I dislike most is stir-fried large intestines with green peppers..."

"Shut up!" A man's roar was heard, and a cold sword appeared in front of the woman with a whoosh, shaking slightly and reflecting a cold light.

Qianqian quickly covered her mouth with her ten fingers and said in a vague voice, "If you keep hitting her, that woman will die. Why don't I help you save her? If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lan Shuiyao stood up and rushed down from the roof. The hem of her bright skirt swirled in a beautiful arc in the air, and her two slender and white legs were suspended in the air, intoxicating people's eyes.

The woman who descended from the sky was like an elf, with a crisp, tender and charming laugh, and her black hair floating in the air like a waterfall. She approached silently while the masked man who was holding Dong Qing'er hostage was in a daze.

"Go on!" A woman's delicate shout rang out, and a figure was thrown into the encirclement of the men in black. The men in black instinctively drew their swords back, and thousands of swords pierced their hearts!

"Ah!" The man's screams resounded in the air, but quickly stopped. With resentment and disbelief, he lay on the ground, staring at Lan Shuiyao.

"Oh my, I didn't kill you, why are you staring at me?" Lan Shuiyao cried out, grabbing the frightened Dong Qing'er's arm, "Come to my house first, there are still a dozen of us, we have plenty of time, let's have a cup of tea and chat!"

Dong Qing'er looked at

The woman's charming smile was half pushed and half shoved into the Lanshui Clinic.

"You...you're not afraid?" After drinking a cup of tea to calm herself down, Dong Qing'er listened to the screams of wolves howling outside and spoke softly to Lan Shuiyao.

"I'm scared!" Lan Shuiyao stretched out her voice in an exaggerated tone, "That's why I asked you to come to the museum and sit down, and help me out!"

"Help?" Dong Qing'er looked at her in confusion.

"Since I saved you just now, please help me persuade Yue Nanchen to stop clinging to me. I said I don't love him, and I don't love him. What's the point of pestering him every day? You can't force feelings!"

She enthusiastically grabbed Dong Qing'er's hand and said, "He said that you are his childhood sweetheart, just like a sister. Why don't you help me persuade him? Oh, I'm really annoyed by his pursuit!"

"Sister?" Dong Qing'er was stunned, her mind a little dazed.

"Oh, no, no, I was wrong. You are his aunt, yes, aunt!" Lan Shuiyao smiled harmlessly, and pronounced the word "aunt" clearly.

Dong Qing'er's face turned even paler. Auntie... She stood up in a panic, "I'm sorry, I can't help you, I have something else to do..."

She ignored Lan Shuiyao's obstruction and stumbled out. Suddenly, she smelled a bloody smell and saw Yue Nanchen standing in front of her. He held a sword in his hand, shining with dazzling snow. There were stumps of limbs scattered on the ground, one by one...

"Ugh!" He couldn't help but bend over and vomit, and hurriedly pushed Yue Nanchen away and stretched out his hand to

Someone asked for her hand, but she closed her eyes and ran away from the pile of dead bodies.

Yue Nanchen stood there in a daze, the sunlight casting a faint haze on his profile, slightly melancholy. Was she still not used to the bloody smell on him? It was a pity that he was only cruel in appearance, while the man she loved was cruel in heart!

The corpses scattered all over the ground, it was not a battlefield, but it was far more tragic than a battlefield. The sun was shining, but there was not a single person on the street, and every household had closed their doors and windows. In the distance, only a few dogs barked.

Lan Shuiyao leisurely jumped into the pile of corpses, looking here and touching there.

It seemed as if there was not a corpse beside her, but a treasure. Occasionally, she would dig out a few taels of silver from the dead body, and she would laugh excitedly. Seeing this, Yue Nanchen frowned and said coldly, "You don't even let go of the dead man's money?"

Lan Shuiyao raised her eyes and glanced at him, "You are such a big shot, I don't dare to charge you, so I can only pick up a little as a fee!" She threw the silver into the air, then caught it proudly, "Money is innocent!"

Yue Nanchen sneered, his eyes condensed with viciousness, and he slowly raised the sword in his hand, "Is there anything you dare not do?"

Standing with a slender figure, Lan Shuiyao looked back and lowered her head. Her lazy eyes slanted through her drooping black hair, glancing at the man's sword that was shining coldly in the sun. "You won't do this to me, will you? I just saved the one you love!"

"If you kill me, what will happen to your aunt? Don't forget, I am the only one in the world who can remove her stitches!"

"If you kill me, people will laugh at you for not being tolerant.

quantity!"

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No matter what Lan Shuiyao said, the man's eyes were still murderous. He took one step at a time without pausing for a moment because of her words, as if he could no longer hear any words.

In his mind, he had only one goal, and that was to split Lan Shuiyao's body in half with one sword!

Holding the thin soft sword high, Yue Nanchen looked at Lan Shuiyao's body, and suddenly smiled coldly, his evil eyes shone with a burning light, and the corners of his thin lips naturally curled up.

But the feeling that smile gave people was just like the horrifying smile of the perverted killer on TV who plays with people's hearts after killing someone!

Lan Shuiyao's eyes narrowed, knowing that she had finally met her match today. She wondered if this body could compete with the famous King Yongnan...

But she is not someone who can be bullied, so she will give it a try even if she is not sure!

She concentrated all her attention and gathered all her strength in her arms. Just when Lan Shuiyao was about to fight to the death with Yue Nanchen, she turned her eyes and saw a figure approaching not far away.

The whole person suddenly jumped up and stepped back, and the man's sword in front of him missed.

After the bright red skirt spun in the air for a circle, Lan Shuiyao immediately touched the figure's slender waist and buried her head in his arms. Behind her, Jian Feng, who was following closely, also quickly changed direction after his owner saw the man's slightly stunned handsome face.

A small stall nearby collapsed to the ground in an instant, with oranges and pears rolling all over the floor.

"Third brother!" Yue Nanchen shouted unhappily, staring at him coldly.