Dou Po: I was followed by Xiao Yan after retiring the engagement

Chapter 386 The original bet and his decision
Today is the last day of the strong list competition, the rest of the rankings are almost settled, and only the top few are left to compete.

As expected, Nalan Yanran got Xiao Yan drawn. Playing with the lottery slip in her hand, she glanced at the boy in black who was standing not far away, bowed his head and said nothing, and sighed softly.

"Arguing?" Seeing that the two seemed to be having an awkward fight, Lin Xiuya on one side slightly pursed his lower lip, looking at her sad appearance, feeling uneasy.

From his point of view, it was normal for Xiao Yan to be hostile to him, and if there was a gap between the two because of him, it would be unacceptable to him.

"There was no quarrel." Nalan Yanran leaned on the railing and propped her chin, casually said, "Just let him calm down."

Lin Xiuya was thoughtful, "I thought you would be tired when you were just together, and if you are jealous between lovers, you will feel that the other party cares about you."

In general, isn't it?
But she seemed very calm, so calm that she didn't look like a little girl in love.

Nalan Yanran tilted her head and didn't know what to say. After a while, she shrugged, "Alright, to tell you the truth, I'm not together, that's why I'm angry."

Lin Xiuya was stunned for a moment, "Not together?"

The girl shrugged, "If you have a title to be together, you are indeed not together."

Slightly startled, the noble young man smiled slightly, the regret and emptiness in his chest dissipated in an instant, and a few dim lights flickered in his lowered eyes, "Then it really is time for him to calm down."

It turns out that she and Xiao Yan are not together, so he... still has a chance.

At least, justifiably.

Lin Xiuya's brows and eyes softened instantly, and the emotions that had been hidden because of scruples about ethics emerged again. He whispered, and there was an indescribable thought hidden in his calm and clear voice, "Sister Yanran, you haven't given me anything for a long time. Painting a portrait, tonight, are you free?"

He lightly closed his black pupils, and the redness in his ears flashed past, "How about being by that lake?"

Nalan Yanran heard the meaning behind the young man's words, originally wanted to refuse, but when she sensed the sudden gloomy gaze behind her, she paused slightly, then raised her slender white fingertips, softly and slowly Scratching her crimson lips gently, she seemed to be lost in thought.

In the end, she pursed her crimson lips slightly, and she nodded.

After a while, Lin Xiuya was stunned, his fingertips tightened subconsciously and trembled slightly, he glanced at the young man not far away, and when he touched the black eyes of the other party, which looked like a bottomless abyss, he closed his eyes to reveal a trace of flawlessness smile, "Okay."

Hearing this good word, the young man almost stepped forward angrily, but after all, all the impulses were not worth the price it brought in the end, Xiao Yan clenched his fists and retracted his gaze, and put his gaze stiffly into the square, The anger and jealousy brewing in the eyes are burning like hellfire. After repeated calcination and beating, they finally turned into a bottomless black abyss with a silent tsunami, dead silent and cold.

Nalan Yanran glanced at Xiao Yan seemingly absently, and then lightly withdrew her gaze.

The heat should be almost there.

His accumulated emotions should explode.

Just as he was thinking, he could hear Yan Hao cursing from a long distance away. After Yan Hao walked to the side of a few people, Lin Yan found that his eyes were covered with bruises, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?" Hit the wall?"

"Fuck it, I don't have eyes and can hit the wall?" Yan Hao cursed, "I don't know which bastard last night, suddenly put a sack on my face and punched me a few times, if I let me If you know who it is, you must beat him until you can't even wear bitter tea seeds!"

Hearing this, Nalan Yanran shrank her head, and looked away with a little guilty conscience.

……

After two matches, it was finally the turn of Nalan Yanran and Xiao Yan.

Standing on the competition stage full of people, Nalan Yanran was dressed in a gold silk ink dress, her slender fingers slowly rolled up the cuffs, her casual eyes looked ruthless and cold, and her calmness and calmness as a strong person, It deeply attracted the attention of everyone around her, including the black-clothed boy opposite her.

He clenched the handle of the heavy black ruler with five fingers, swung it sideways, and there was a sharp sound of breaking wind. Xiao Yan stared at the girl opposite with a relaxed and calm posture. Above him, he looked at himself with indifferent and arrogant eyes, as if he had never known him before.

Just like at this moment, she was so indifferent without any emotion, she could always escape from her emotions easily, leaving him alone to struggle and fall into deeper paranoia.

"Yan Ran, do you remember what you said when you retired from the Xiao family four years ago?" He spoke hoarsely, with a hint of bitterness spreading out of his mouth.

The girl held her cuffs for a moment, then raised her eyes with a half-smile and looked at Xiao Yan.

Her crimson lips parted slightly, and she said calmly, "Three years, I will give you three years, after three years you will come to the Misty Cloud Sect to challenge me, if you lose, I will call off the engagement, and our marriage will be over."

"If you win... I will do whatever you want."

The corners of her lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm, "So, do you want me to be your slave and handmaid, so that I can only be your caged beauty for the rest of my life?"

An ear-piercing sound resounded in his mind, causing Xiao Yan's consciousness to slacken for a moment. When he crossed the Zangshu Pavilion, the fragments of the picture that flashed past scratched the young man's soul like sharp blades, bringing bursts of pain that felt like burning his body. The severe pain, as well as the command and compulsion that seemed to come from the source of the soul, the madness forced him to answer yes, forcing him to deprive her of her freedom in this cold-blooded way, and let her be impoverished under his selfish desires for the rest of her life.

That kind of thought seemed to be bewildered, and he knew it was impossible, but it seemed that there were countless devils constantly bewitching him, suggesting that he could use this bet to get what he wanted. everything of.

Like, this belongs to his and her fate.

However, the end of this fate must be a loss for both sides.

"That bet, I never took it to heart..." He opened his voice with difficulty, the finger bones holding the handle of the mysterious ruler turned pale, Xiao Yan looked at the girl with sadness in his eyes, "It wasn't honorable to win back then, How dare I use such a bet to trap your freedom?"

"Let's fight..." He tilted the black heavy ruler horizontally, stared at the girl with deep and deep eyes, as if he had made some difficult decision, and said in a hoarse voice, "If I lose, I won't pester you again."

It is impossible for him not to love her. If his paranoid love brings her all pain, it would be better for him to suffer.

He can become a dispensable person in her eyes. When she needs him, she will give her everything, and when she doesn't need him, she will retreat into a corner, waiting for her next infinite love.

As long as she still has a little affection for him, he is willing.

Yanran, this decision is up to you.

A hot teardrop fell from the corner of his eye, Xiao Yan took the lead in attacking the girl, making such a decision was tantamount to the pain of breaking a muscle, so in order to win her, he would definitely give his all.

Nalan Yanran stared at the young man rushing forward, without any emotion on her face, she just raised her hand lightly, the slender arm seemed so weak, but it hit the ground like a hard rock that had been bred for thousands of years. There was a heavy and ear-piercing clank on the heavy black ruler, like a ghost imprisoned at the bottom of the mountain, howling in desolation and despair.

(End of this chapter)