This is what villains are like

Su Qingyao reacted quickly and hurriedly stood up on the spot and said, "Sister's former attic is right next to it, not far from my place."

Although her sister no longer lives in the Su Mansion, the attic has always been kept clean, and the clan has always ordered the servants to clean it.

In the past, the boudoir pavilions of the two sisters were not far from each other and could be reached in a few steps.

Jiang Lan nodded, and disappeared in a flash.

Su Qingyao was stunned for a moment, and then quickly followed.

She was just thinking about when her sister would come back, but when her sister actually appeared in front of her, it still felt like a dream.

Moreover, did my sister encounter any problems?

Why do you look so unconscious?

Pushing open the door of the pavilion, Jiang Lan put Su Qinghan back on her original bed. Seeing Su Qingyao following behind, she casually ordered, "Pour me a cup of tea. After this trip back and forth, I feel a little thirsty."

"what?"

"Oh, okay, okay..." Su Qingyao's face froze, and she hurriedly trotted out of the pavilion.

"This Ghost Prayer Technique shouldn't have such a big backlash. It's been so long since I've woken up. It seems like something else is at work."

Jiang Lan looked at the unconscious Su Qinghan, stretched out his hands, and placed them between her eyebrows.

The next moment, an extremely sharp sword energy spurted out and turned into an unopened sword embryo. It was slashed from the center of his eyebrows. Jiang Lan had already expected it. He put his fingers together and shook it lightly. He was immediately blown away, making a crisp collision sound like gold and stone.

"If you don't want me to wipe your mind, just be honest."

Jiang Lan said calmly, put down his sword finger, and grasped it forward with his palm. The void buzzed, like the claws of a real dragon, with the power of cracking mountains and cracking rocks, and instantly suppressed the sword body, making it unable to move.

"Where did your swordsmanship come from?"

The sword embryo buzzed, blooming with Xia Rui's light, as if it was about to shed the sword body and turn into a human form. Angry shouts and questions came from the middle, full of shock and disbelief.

“Given by an old friend, learned by accident.”

"How dare you act cruelly in front of me?"

Jiang Lan replied lightly, grasping the palm of the sword body, and suddenly exerted force. The light of Xia Rui in it dimmed instantly, and the sword body seemed to be almost unable to withstand this torrential force, and made a distorted sound.

The voice of shouting and questioning also carried some pain and struggle, like being stuck in the mud and unable to get out at all.

After a while, the Xia Rui light on the sword completely dimmed, and the sword returned to its simple and natural appearance. The aura of the sword spirit in it was obviously much weaker.

"Who is that old friend of yours?"

The sword body trembled, and the sword spirit still asked aloud, not giving up, but his tone was obviously much weaker than at the beginning.

"His name is the Sword Master of Eternal Tribulation. This sword is his sword. The master who cast you was also him, but you are just a sword embryo that failed to be cast."

"Without this sword, perhaps you should be called Eternal Tribulation."

Jiang Lan smiled lightly, then raised his hand casually, and the Eternal Tribulation Sword appeared in his hand again.

"Eternal calamity? Eternal calamity?"

"how so……"

"how so……"

"It's impossible. It's obvious that I'm the embryo of the sword he forged, and it's obvious that I should be called the Sword of Eternal Tribulation..."

Upon hearing this, Sword Spirit's mood swings became obviously violent, and his voice was filled with puzzlement, confusion, confusion, and disbelief... and then he became violent and angry.

Buzz! ! !

Waves of terrifying sword energy burst out, boiling in this small space, as if they were about to rush out of the house and into the sky at any time.

"Just be quiet."

Jiang Lan looked indifferent and patted the nameless sword. The body of the unknown sword suddenly trembled slightly. The sword seemed to be almost collapsed by this huge and heavy force, and then it calmed down.

It sensed a sense of danger in Jiang Lan, which was definitely not comparable to that of Su Qinghan.

"When it's in my hands, who cast you has nothing to do with me."

"From now on, there will be no eternal calamity in this world, only no calamity."

"From today on, you are the Undefeated Sword. Your master is only me, and Su Qinghan is the target who needs your protection in the future."

Jiang Lan grasped the blade of the sword and ignored its struggle. His words were plain and his eyes were indifferent, with a dense and chaotic aura lingering in them.

At this moment, he is like a supreme emperor sitting in the nine heavens, overlooking the vast world of all living beings. He is majestic, majestic, supreme and sacred, with the Constitution of Heaven in his mouth.

Every word is like a brand of shackles, like the truth of heaven and earth, like the rules of the road, the void is roaring, ancient symbols jump out one after another, and then fly to the nameless sword in front of you, like a brand, buzzing, Quickly integrate into the sword body.

The original simple and natural sword body gradually gained a layer of vague lines, giving people a mysterious and dangerous feeling.

It's just a sword spirit. Jiang Lan doesn't want to waste too much time. As for whether it agrees or not, it doesn't matter to him.

As these symbols submerged into the sword body, its struggle obviously disappeared, and a layer of shackles-like imprints appeared on its original wisdom.

Jiang Lan raised his hand casually, and the sword embryo immediately turned into a stream of light and flew back to Su Qinghan's eyebrows.

After a moment, she let out a cry, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyelids moved slightly, and then she slowly opened them.

His expression was still a little dazed and confused, as if he was not yet awake.

But soon, when he saw the familiar decorations and rooms around him, Su Qinghan was obviously stunned, subconsciously wondering if he was still dreaming?

"Sir?"

Then, after seeing the figure sitting beside the bed, Su Qinghan called out slightly hesitantly.

Jiang Lan just looked at her and didn't respond.

"Is this a dream?" Su Qinghan was stunned again.

She remembered that she was still in the Guanyun Pavilion in Four Seasons Mountain, waiting there for Jiang Lan to meet. The two talked a lot, and then she heard the voice of Master Yuqing, and then she fell into a coma, and nothing happened. I no longer know.

Why did he return to his home in Yuyi City in the blink of an eye? Even the decorations and ornaments are exactly the same as before.

"It is indeed a dream."

Su Qinghan sighed softly. There should be no other explanation other than a dream. It's just that Jiang Lan's face in the dream was much clearer and more realistic than before.

She stretched out her hand, and this time, not only did it touch his face, but it also brought real warmth. Even her nose was filled with a faint fragrance of agarwood.

"You promised that you would go to Daocang Sword Sect to see me, but you have never been there even once."

"It's really too much..."

Su Qinghan murmured, stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Lan's face, and then slowly came closer. Her eyes suddenly became blurred, her eyes narrowed slightly, her glossy red lips, and her breath was like orchid, faint and warm. breath.

Seeing that their faces were about to touch each other, an inappropriately frightened voice suddenly sounded outside the house, "Sister?"