"Now I know, now I see."
Xu Yiran's gaze swept over Lan Xinyue's face. "So, does that mean you'll stay away from me forever and stop bothering me?"
“I have never bothered you, you know that best.” Lan Xinyue closed her eyes. This woman, whose emotions were always as calm as if she had lived several lifetimes, had a deathly pale face. Then, she looked away. “I have said that, in heaven and on earth, in the deepest abyss and the deepest hell, as long as you have not married, no matter if you become a Buddha or a demon, I will still love you.”
Xu Yiran's body trembled upon hearing this, then she gave a bitter smile, "Really? You're even more infatuated than I am."
"I guess so."
“Xu Yiran, Yuwen Yao will not die. I saved him and healed him. I am also fine. Everything is alright. You should leave Beirong Palace.”
Nan Lingqin looked at Xu Yiran and softened her tone to comfort her.
"Retreat? Ha! What if I don't?"
"Do you really want to become emperor? But your claim is illegitimate, and you want to see the world suffer and be engulfed in war?"
Nan Lingqin coldly retorted, "Or do you really think that the three of you can defeat so many of us?"
Nan Lingqin waved her hand, and immediately, Ming Lan and his men walked out from the side behind them. Each of them had an extraordinary demeanor and were resolute men. Following closely behind, Ting Feng and Ting Yu also appeared.
The mountain wind howled along the cliff, chilling the heart and seemingly penetrating into one's very lungs.
“I know that the Heavenly Secrets Palace’s information is known throughout the world. I deliberately revealed a little of my whereabouts to lure you here.”
Nan Lingqin said frankly, "Because only by drawing you out of Bei Rong and the person you want to protect can we avoid many unnecessary wars and ensure the peace of the country."
"You are so cunning."
Xu Yiran glanced at Li Qingru, who was trembling beside her, then suddenly closed her eyes and looked behind her. "It seems you've miscalculated this time."
The masked man didn't speak, but his aura instantly turned icy cold, like that of a dead man, causing Xu Yi's eyes to narrow.
"Qin'er, do you want to see who he really is?"
Yuwen Yao tightened his grip on Nan Lingqin's hand and stepped forward.
Nan Lingqin finally looked away from Xu Yiran and turned to the masked man, her face filled with murderous intent.
"think."
Almost without hesitation, Nan Lingqin uttered the word and drew her sword before Yuwen Yao, moving with the speed of wind and lightning, heading straight for the masked man.
Two days had passed, and her cloud magic had recovered somewhat. At this moment, the other party and Xu Yiran were on the edge of a cliff. She was fully capable of pulling Xu Yiran away while controlling the masked man.
However, Nan Lingqin still overlooked Xu Yiran's protection of that person. In order to prevent her from hurting him, she actually shielded that person from a sword with her own body.
"Xu Yiran!"
Nan Lingqin was furious, and a loud clang rang out—
With a sharp sound, the sword, which was already carrying devastating power, still grazed Xu Yiran's arm, drawing a thin line of blood, even though Nan Lingqin managed to stop it in time.
"Xu Yiran—"
A loud shout came from Lan Xinyue, who stopped in her tracks as she was about to step forward, and then fell silent.
The air suddenly calmed down, as if all was silent.
The night was chilly, and Xu Yiran's face, as white as jade, was illuminated as he looked at Nan Lingqin with a complex and unyielding gaze.
At that moment, Yuwen Yao, who had been standing there, had disappeared. When everyone looked over, he was already standing next to Xu Yiran, and his palm struck the masked man who was trying to dodge.
A single palm strike, like a tidal wave, carried earth-shattering power.
"flutter--"
The masked man immediately collapsed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Xu Yiran, you lost."
Nan Lingqin closed her eyes and looked at Xu Yiran.
Xu Yiran's eyes widened in surprise, and he was momentarily stunned. He turned to look at the masked man lying on the ground, "You..."
Before she could finish speaking, Lan Xinyue stepped forward and said, "Xu Yiran, the tide has turned, why do you still want to protect this person?"
"I want to see who he is!" Nan Lingqin took a few steps forward, but at that moment, the man's whole body suddenly trembled, and then the cold black mask slid off his face.
"Snap—"
Shattered.
Everyone should look at that face.
only……
Yuwen Yao frowned deeply, Nan Lingqin's pupils contracted, and Lan Xinyue's expression also darkened.
Because it didn't seem to be a face at all; it had no features, like a wooden board painted with rouge. And at that very moment, the instant the mask slipped off, the face began to deform, twist, and bleed, a sight that was truly shocking and made one's heart tremble in the cold night.
"Hurry up."
Yuwen Yao was the first to react, pulling Nan Lingqin to retreat immediately.
However……
Behind them, nearly a hundred dark figures, like messengers from hell, closed in, completely blocking the three of them—no, everyone else.
"Hahaha--"
Then came a burst of wild laughter carried by the mountain wind, seemingly coming from all directions, or perhaps right in front of us.
"You're trying to catch a turtle in a jar, but you never consider that I might be trying to catch the oriole behind you."
All the men in black dispersed and retreated. A man dressed in a black robe walked out. He was tall and wore a mask identical to the one from before. More importantly, his voice was exactly the same as that of the masked man who had already died.
"It's fake."
Everyone immediately understood.
The masked man from earlier was just a stand-in.
"Great, we've caught them all in one fell swoop."
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