Traitor, he is bent on death

Xuan Lan and Nie Xia looked at each other, then got up immediately, opened the door to go out, and saw a woman downstairs sitting on the ground with a face full of horror, and opposite her was a corpse lying horizontally, which had been chopped down with a knife His head was severed, but his eyes were still filled with terror.

A group of men in black stood at the door, each holding a steel knife in their hands. The leader looked down at the woman, took two steps closer, raised the knife and dropped it, and the head fell to the ground.

"Do it." The leader said coldly.

"Yes!"

The men in black scattered in all directions, obviously not intending to leave anyone alive in the inn, and for a moment it was hard to tell who their target was.

Xuan Lan leaned against the pillar, Nie Xia frowned and said, "Get out of here first."

Regardless of whether these people are here to print money, it is dangerous to stay here.

Xuan Lan naturally had no objection, turned around and took two steps, and suddenly said: "Shu Jin—"

Nie Xia said: "People from the Qingtian Sect will protect him, so he should be fine."

Xuan Lan thought about it too, after all, Shu Jin is now a member of the Qingtian Sect, so he shouldn't just watch this person die.

……

The carriage bumped all the way, Jiang Jintang was a little overwhelmed, fell asleep as soon as he went upstairs, the harsh sound of smashing outside woke him up, he sat up from the bed suddenly: "Shanyue?"

Shanyue didn't answer.

Not even Jian Yuanjia was there.

Jiang Jintang frowned, lifted the quilt and stood up. When he walked to the door and was about to open it, there was a sudden pause. It was a sharp knife that slashed straight down. If Jiang Jintang hadn't retreated, he must have been seriously injured by this knife at this time!

Seeing that the blow was missed, the man in black at the door sneered, raised his wrist and slashed again, Jiang Jintang dodged hastily, he was already weak, with cold sweat on his forehead, he gasped and said, "Why did you kill me?!"

The man in black didn't answer, and raised the butcher knife in his hand again.

Without any fancy moves, Jiang Jintang could be cornered by brute force alone.

The back has reached the wall, and there is no way to retreat.

The exposed eyes of the man in black were filled with the coldness of killing. He looked at Jiang Jintang as if he was looking at an ant. The blade was against the flames, reflecting Jiang Jintang's pale face.

He exhaled, his eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes.

After many years of ups and downs in the open and dark arrows of the capital, it was never as dangerous as it is now. He still survived ten years abruptly, but now he is going to die so ridiculously at the hands of an unknown person.

Strange ways say that good fortune tricks people, and this good fortune really tricks people very much.

He heard the crackling of lanterns and the wind of blades scraping through the air.

The knife was fast, probably able to cut off his head easily.

"Boom—" the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the veins on the back of Jiang Jintang's hands jumped. He opened his eyes, but saw that the head of the man in black fell to the ground.

The man was tall and tall, covering most of the light and casting a deep shadow.

He nailed the knife in his hand to the wooden floor, supported the handle of the knife with one hand, leaned over to look at Jiang Jintang, and said with a smile in his voice, "...too scared to stand up?"

Jiang Jintang pursed his lips.

Xuan Lan's cheeks were still stained with blood, with a strong smell of blood, and the knife in his hand had killed countless people, but when he just looked at it jokingly, it still made people feel that his eyes were clean and clear, It seems to be able to see through all the filth in this world.

Jiang Jintang's voice was hoarse: "...how did you come?"

This is a good question.

Xuan Lan didn't know why he came.

It was clear that he could sit on the roof with Nie Xia and watch the massacre, but he still turned around and walked into the crowd with his knife in hand.

Xuan Lan half-kneeled in front of Jiang Jintang, their faces were very close for a moment, he smiled and said, "I killed six people along the way to enter your room...why, are these people your enemies? "

Jiang Jintang avoided his eyes and said, "It's your enemy."

"I just saved your life." Xuan Lan said, "Even if it's just a show, you should thank me, right?"

Jiang Jintang was forced into a corner by him, and he felt that Xuan Lan gave him a stronger sense of oppression than the man in black before.

He didn't know what to say for a while, and suddenly he saw a shadow in the room from the corner of his eye, and his pupils shrank: "Be careful——"

Xuan Lan pulled out the knife on the floor with his slender hand, swung it back, blood splashed everywhere, and with a scream, the man in black who took the opportunity to enter the room was already out of breath.

Hot blood even splashed onto Jiang Jintang's face.

He raised his hand to touch it, and his snow-white fingertips were bright red.

Xuan Lan chuckled: "Didn't you see that I was talking to someone?"

Jiang Jintang took a quick breath and said, "This place is very dangerous, let's go first."

Xuan Lan raised her eyebrows and said, "Okay—but, can you still stand up?"

Jiang Jintang proved with practical actions that he couldn't.

"..." he explained, "sprained ankle."

It should have been twisted while rushing to hide from the man in black's butcher knife before, but he didn't feel the pain all the time.

Xuan Lan's expression was about to smile, and she whispered in Jiang Jintang's ear: "If your legs are weak from fear, just say it directly, I won't laugh at you."

Jiang Jintang pushed his head away, stood up against the wall, and said coldly, "Did you see my guard?"

"It should be lured away." Xuan Lan said: "These people have a plan, and those who know martial arts will basically be lured away by them."

He glanced at Jiang Jintang's appearance, and frowned unconsciously: "Are you really hurt?"

Jiang Jintang didn't speak.

"You're still angry after saying a few words." Xuan Lan smiled, holding the knife behind his back, facing Jiang Jintang with his back, squatting halfway in front of him, and said, "I'll carry you out."

Jiang Jintang glanced at the boy's generous back, turned his head and said, "No, I can walk by myself."

Xuan Lan tapped her knees with her fingers, and said: "Your ankle is twisted, the other party is so generous, at least hundreds of killers have come, you go by yourself, and rush to King Yan's place to name and reincarnate?"

Xuan Lan's mouth is poisonous, but to be honest, Jiang Jintang has no power to restrain a chicken, and if he goes out, he will die.

Jiang Jintang hesitated for a moment, then slowly lay on Xuan Lan's back, and said, "Thank you."

"It's really rare." Xuan Lan said: "I didn't hear thank you for saving you before, but I did hear you when I carried you for a while."

He put his arms around Jiang Jintang with his hand without the knife, and when he stood up, he realized that this person was really too light, not at all like a grown man's weight, so he said casually, "Are you a girl?"

Before Jiang Jintang could reply, Xuan Lan said again: "Little girls are heavier than you."

Jiang Jintang said with a cold face: "If you know so well, how many girls have you memorized?"

Xuan Lan didn't know why but thought it was funny, he suppressed a smile and said: "I have never recited any little girl, the first person I recited was you, this is a great honor, remember it well."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

There were already corpses everywhere outside, and the smell of blood was overwhelming, but Xuan Lan walked slowly through the aisle with Jiang Jintang on his back, and asked, "Will you be afraid when you see this?"

"What's so scary." Jiang Jintang said quietly.

He had seen more corpses.

Each one is his blood relative.

Every time Jiang Jintang asked about the masters who taught Xuan Lan martial arts, the masters were full of praise, saying that Xuan Lan was an extraordinary talent.

At that time, he still thought that these people were flattering, but now he really realized that Xuan Lan's martial arts can really be called "unworldly genius".

He also carried someone on his back, surrounded by four or five people, he was still able to do it with ease, and he could kill them all with a knife in one hand. When the last person fell down, blood spattered on Jiang Jintang's clothes.

Seeing the dark red above the white snow, Xuan Lan was a little displeased, and said, "Sorry, I stained your clothes."

"No problem." Jiang Jintang glanced at the killers pouring in not far away, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go first, there is no point in entanglement like this."

Xuan Lan hummed in agreement.

They're on the second floor, the first floor is full of killers, and the best thing to do is to just leave through the window.

Xuan Lan turned around and opened the window in the corridor, the night wind came in, carrying the fragrance of spring flowers, diluting the smell of fresh blood.

Xuan Lan put Jiang Jintang down and said, "I'll go down first, then you jump off, and I'll follow you."

Jiang Jintang nodded.

With a light leap, Xuan Lan climbed onto the window sill, knowing the height of the two-story building, but he didn't feel the slightest fear, he just looked down and jumped down neatly.

The young man raised his eyes to look at Jiang Jintang in the moonlight and clear wind, stretched out his arms, and said, "Jump down, I'll follow you."

Jiang Jintang's long hair was disheveled by the wind. At this time, chaos abounded, but he could only see the bright starlight in Xuan Lan's eyes.

He smiled subconsciously, and then jumped out of the window——

Xuan Lan was taken aback.

He didn't expect Jiang Jintang to jump without any hesitation, not even half a moment's hesitation.

Like a white, fluttering butterfly.

At this moment, Xuan Lan thought suddenly.

He had to catch this man.

Otherwise, he will break his wings, rot, wither, and finally disappear between heaven and earth.

It was very loud.

There may be screams, begging for mercy, and crying.

As far as the eye can see, there are spring flowers and cold moon, but Xuan Lan can only see that white shadow.

He caught Jiang Jintang firmly.

The gasps of the two were intertwined, and the beating frequency of their hearts was almost the same.

Xuan Lan looked down at Jiang Jintang and smiled, "Aren't you afraid of falling to your death?"

Jiang Jintang was startled: "You will let me fall to my death?"

Xuan Lan was stopped by his straightforward question.

He didn't even know where Jiang Jintang's trust in him came from.

"I don't want your life yet." Xuan Lan hugged Jiang Jintang and said slowly, "Find a safe place first."

Jiang Jintang glanced at his hands and said, "Put me down, I'll go by myself."

He is nine thousand years old, how decent it is to be hugged like this.

Not only did Xuan Lan not let go, but he hugged him even tighter, saying: "With your speed, why should I work so hard to save you? It's better to let you be hacked to death."

Jiang Jintang: "..."

Sometimes he really wants to sew the mouth of that dead boy Xuan Lan, and he likes to say whatever is the most unpleasant thing to say.

The author has something to say:

I gave fifty cents to help Tangtang buy needles and threads.