Dressed as the villain's cannon fodder daughter

Beads of sweat overflowed from the girl's snow-colored forehead, and her face was pale.

She has an arm injury and has been playing chess. Her wound is very painful, and the gauze is gradually oozing bright red.

Looking at the changes in the situation on the chessboard, I felt a bit of oncoming pressure.

But at the moment, she is just showing weakness to the enemy, deliberately laying traps to lure White to go deeper.

Nan Xian played chess very cautiously, and did not go as she expected.

After more than 100 moves, Lu Qianxun landed a black stone on the chessboard.

The scattered sunspots in one corner condensed in an instant, drowning out many whites in an instant.

White fell into passivity in a blink of an eye.

There was no abnormality on Nan Xian's face, as if this was all expected.

clap clap...

I saw the black and white chess pieces falling to the chessboard, and the murderous intent rushed out, and the black and white chess pieces were engaged in a bloody and brutal fight.

Black chess is killing all directions, white chess unknowingly surrounds black chess from the periphery.

The black chess was chased and beaten fiercely, and its strength shrank rapidly.

The white chess moves every step of the way to kill the black chess with all its strength.

Following the south string, a son fell.

Black is exhausted.

Lu Qianxun's delicate face was less bloody, Bing Che looked at the man with his eyes, and pursed his lips, "I lost..."

Nan Xian's dark eyes narrowed meaningfully, he raised his lips, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Since you lost, you have to promise me one thing."

The voice fell.

Lu Qianxun raised his picturesque eyebrows, glared at him, and said quietly, "Why didn't you say it before the game started? Did you do it on purpose?!"

Nan Xian took a deep look at her, her deep black eyes were filled with unclear emotions, and she calmly said in a deep and sexy voice: "It's only fair that you have demands, and I have demands too!"

"Old Fox!"

"My request is very simple, that is, you can't kill that predestined person."

"you--"

Lu Qianxun's expression sank, and the aura around him seemed to freeze into ice.

Nan Xian's eyes finally fell on the gauze on the girl's right arm, the color of the gauze was getting thicker, Xuan's eyebrows frowned, and his tone was a little hasty: "Your wound is bleeding, I'll have someone treat it for you."

Lu Qianxun coldly refused, "No need, I'll go home."

"Don't you want to see my master?"

Lu Qianxun: "I lost, there is no reason to see him."

"After you finish treating the wound, I'll take you to see Master." Nanxian stared at the girl, the emotions contained in those eyes were too complicated, and added, "Actually, Master also wants to see you again in his lifetime."

Lu Qianxun's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Facing Lu Qianxun's astonished eyes, Nan Xian explained: "Master's health has become worse and worse these years, and it will be difficult to get through next year."

Lu Qianxun frowned, and raised his eyes, his clear and dark pupils reflected Nan Xian's gentle figure.

Lu Qianxun looked indifferent, and a beautiful woman was cleaning her wound.

Lu Qianxun lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and gave her a cold look.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a small tattoo on her wrist, which was very similar to the tattoo she had on Nan Xian's wrist back then.

Lu Qianxun opened his lips slightly: "Well, can you show me the tattoo on your hand?"

The woman paused suddenly, and her eyes fell on the girl's face.

The shu-colored face of the girl beside the bed seemed to be covered with silver-white moonlight, extremely pale.

She may have thought for a while, and replied: "Miss Lu, this is not acceptable, and your wound has been treated."

After saying that, the woman began to pack up the bright red gauze and medicine that had been removed from her arm, then nodded at her and left the room.

When the woman walked out of the room, she bumped into Nan Xian head-on.

She respectfully called out: "Patriarch!"

Nan Xian asked: "Nanzhi, how is her injury?"

Nanzhi responded respectfully: "The wound on Miss Lu's arm is open, that's why blood oozes."

"Okay, you go down."

Nan Zhi paused, and said again: "Miss Lu saw the tattoo on my wrist just now, she wanted to see it, but I refused."

Nan Xian was slightly taken aback, and smiled in a low voice, with a deep and pleasant voice: "Next time she wants to see it, she can show it to her, there is no need to hide it from her."

A flash of shock flashed across Nanzhi's eyes, and he nodded in response: "Yes."

Nanxian, the sole heir of the ancient family.

He was born in a noble family and behaved treacherously.

The head of the house seems to be a little different to the girl inside...

Lu Qianxun in the room picked up the clothes beside the bed and went into the bathroom. It was difficult to change clothes.

The girl is now wearing a Chinese-style light gray pink Zen dress.

Lu Qianxun came out and saw Nan Xian in the room.

Nan Xian's dark eyes were full of scrutiny, and he stared at the girl deeply.

Cold white skin shows coolness.

His thin lips parted slightly: "Let's go."

Lu Qianxun walked behind him and couldn't help but ask, "Is this Japan?"

Nan Xian said softly: "No, I brought you back to the country."

Hearing this, Lu Qianxun couldn't help but frown. She even went back to China.

"Why don't you just send me back to Lu's house?"

Nan Xian blurted out: "I don't want to."

Lu Qianxun: "..."

The distance is a bit far, and she found that this place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and has excellent Fengshui.

The houses are all ancient buildings, cold and mysterious, with a strong sense of antiquity.

Surrounded by lush and tall trees.

She found that along the way, she had never seen a single person in his family.

She and Nan Xian walked through the corridor all the way, then climbed the steps, and went up the stairs.

Nan Xian turned around and asked, "Lu Qianxun, are you okay?"

Lu Qianxun pursed his lips tightly, and beads of sweat overflowed from the corners of his forehead.

"I can!"

"You look very bad, let me carry you up"

Lu Qianxun refused indifferently: "No need."

Nan Xian looked down, but the girl's exquisite eyebrows and eyes were filled with unconcealable surlyness, and her face was extremely cold.

He bent his lips and smiled slightly, "Okay."

After the two walked up the stairs, there was a temple on the top.

They walked in together, and she smelled a cool scent of sandalwood when she entered.

A golden Buddha statue is enshrined in the hall.

Lu Qianxun's pupils froze, and there was actually a small temple in Nan Xian's house.

Nan Xian walked up to the futon and stood upright with palms together, lowered his right hand, then knelt down and put his left hand on the mat, his forehead pressed against the futon, palms opened upwards, then turned down again.

Lu Qianxun didn't understand these rules, so he put his palms together, faced the Buddha statue, closed his eyes lightly, and bowed.

Nan Xian got up, looked back at the girl who was worshiping Buddha, and said softly: "Master is inside, follow me."

The two went all the way inward.

There was an old monk sitting in the center of the inner hall. His complexion was not very good, his eyebrows were downcast, and his face was trembling with Zen.

Nan Xian sat on the bright yellow futon at the oblique back of the teacher's father, his back stood upright like a green pine, and his peerless and elegant face was tainted with a sense of abstinence.

Lu Qianxun sat on the futon opposite the teacher's father, his lips moved slightly: "Master..."

"Benefactor." The teacher's father looked at the girl in front of him with kind and clear eyes, and bowed to her, "We meet again."