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Zhang Qinglan held the handle of the dagger with her backhand, and raised her arm the moment the scissors fell to resist the fierce attack from the opposite side.

The swords collided with the copper scissors vigorously, making a crisp knocking sound.

Just like the monster in Baihualou, the woman in front of her was almost weirdly strong, and in just a short moment, Zhang Qinglan felt that her jaw was numb from the shock.

The young man turned his wrist, and before the faceless woman had time to react, he put the dagger under the copper scissors and lifted it away from the opponent's hand with all his strength.

As a result, the scissors were thrown out of hand in an instant, flying outwards, and the tip of the knife sank into the solid wood edge of the white cabinet beside it, and the glass wall cabinet also showed cracks like cobwebs.

The woman who lost her weapon screamed immediately, and then she left Zhang Qinglan alone, and ran to the copper scissors in two or three steps, holding the wrist of her right hand with her left hand, trying to pull the scissors out with all her strength.

Zhang Qinglan subconsciously held her breath, clenched her red palms tightly, and took two steps to the door while the other party was not paying attention.

Unexpectedly, the door, which was intended to be fastened with wooden chips when entering the door, has been silently and firmly closed without a trace of gap.

Zhang Qinglan secretly thought it was bad.

The Qiankun bag, which is always on his body, did not enter the phantom array with him, and now there is only a dagger that he secretly brought out from the mansion before he left, which can be used for self-protection.

Glancing at the dagger in her right hand from the corner of the eye, Zhang Qinglan pursed her thin lips lightly, her expression gloomy.

The dagger was probably used for collection and decoration. It was exquisitely carved, complicatedly decorated, and the handle was covered with precious stones. It was exquisite but of poor quality.It was only a single blow just now, but at this time a gap appeared on the blade, and several small cracks extended because of it, and it was afraid that it could not withstand another blow.

With his back pressed against the wooden door, the young man's face was pale, and the blood on his lips faded.The five fingers holding the handle of the knife tightened, revealing a few veins on the back of the hand.

Zhang Qinglan took a deep breath, holding the slightly protruding door latch with her left hand, while holding the dagger tightly with her right hand.

At the moment when the woman screamed loudly and rushed towards him, her toes touched the ground and her knees were slightly bent.

With the strength of his arms and calves, he rose into the air and rolled over from the top of the monster's head to avoid a heavy blow.The drooping wide sleeves were cut by the tip of the scissors due to a moment of carelessness.

The sound of tearing silk was sharp and piercing, echoing in the cramped house, as if it had stimulated the opposite side. The woman was panting, and slowly turned her dark face in the direction of the young man.

Before his physical strength recovered, he yelled and rushed towards Zhang Qinglan again.

Thin cold sweat broke out on the young man's forehead, he gritted his teeth and took the monster's third attack with the half-damaged dagger,

When the two were confronting each other desperately, Zhang Qinglan suddenly shrunk, and at the same time she let go of the counterweight in her hands, making the monster defenseless, lost its support, and instead staggered and fell forward.

In the panic, the blades of the scissors scratched the young man's back, leaving behind a few deep bloodstains.

Zhang Qinglan snorted, ignoring the pain, took this opportunity to half-kneel on the blue brick and stone, grabbed the monster's neck with one hand, and raised the dagger high.

Just when he was about to swing down, the monster slowly stopped struggling, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Son...my son..." It still retained its human voice.

The black and thick liquid on the face seemed to stop flowing because of this, and solidified for a while, becoming cold and solid.

Zhang Qinglan paused immediately, showing a little puzzled expression.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Qinglan was not in a hurry to kill the monster, but picked up the dagger, and gently cut open the woman's arm with the tip of the knife, leaving a half-inch long shallow wound.

Immediately, bright red blood beads that obviously belonged to humans overflowed from the wound, and a trace of bloody smell permeated the air.

Zhang Qinglan stared at the blood bead, not sure whether it was a human or a demon for a moment.

Just in the blink of an eye, the faint trace of bloody smell seemed to stimulate the other party!I saw that the woman who had given up struggling suddenly burst out with great strength, broke free from the shackles around her neck, and sat up straight.

Waving his hands, he directly overturned the young man beside him who was too late to defend himself. A layer of vigor exploded from his body, pushing away all the surrounding objects, and smashing them vigorously against the walls in all directions.

Before Zhang Qinglan had time to dodge, the dagger in his hand shattered, and his whole body was bounced away with vigor, hitting the masonry floor in the corner heavily.

With disheveled hair, the woman picked up the scissors beside her and rushed in front of Zhang Qinglan, attacking violently like crazy.The young man struggled to hide, and soon there were several scattered bloodstains on his body.

At this moment, Zhang Qinglan's whole body was already covered with dirt and dust, and she was in a state of distress, with bright red blood stains overflowing from the corners of her lips.

——At the moment when the scissors were about to pierce those star-like eyes, suddenly, a shocking suona sound came from outside the door.

The high-pitched and resonant music sounded like a sharp sword, piercing through the darkness in the cramped house that was so thick that it was about to melt into reality.

At the same time as the joy sounded, Zhang Qinglan only heard the scream of the monster, and Zhang Qinglan watched helplessly as the monster, which had grown several times in size, dissipated directly in place.

Like a wisp of smoke, nothing remains.

The scissors that were originally held in the palm of the monster fell straight down and hit the ground with a crisp "clang".The door also opened at the same time, revealing the light from the outside world.

Zhang Qinglan was stunned, and forced herself to stand up.Pressing the wound on his arm, he walked slowly towards the door, stood still in front of the door, hesitated for a moment before tentatively stepping out of the threshold.

The moment he stepped over the threshold, a white light exploded in front of his eyes.

Zhang Qinglan was forced to close her eyes by the strong light, and when she opened her eyes again, she found that she had left the nameless shop and was standing on the street.

The long-lost sunlight poured down, and the pressure on his body suddenly lightened.Zhang Qinglan gathered herself together, only to find that the empty streets around her had become crowded and full of people.

Loud voices sounded beside her ears, and the eerie feeling before was completely gone. Zhang Qinglan stood on the side of the street, blinking in a daze, looking at the scene in front of her, as if in a lifetime.

Zhang Qinglan frowned slightly as she glanced across the street corner from the corner of her eye.Through the crowded figures, he discovered that a sycamore sapling originally planted there had grown three times its height.

Forgetting the many scars on his body for a moment, the young man stared at the sapling in a daze.

Just as he was about to walk over to investigate, he was bumped into his arms by a young man who looked like a laborer the moment he took a step forward.

"Yo!" The young man quickly realized that he had bumped into someone, turned around quickly, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention to what was behind me for a while, so I offended you."

The young man shook his head and waved his hands with a sincere expression.But when he settled down, he saw the wounds all over Zhang Qinglan's body were filthy, and he was taken aback. He quickly supported the opponent's shoulders, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, he would fall over.

"Brother," the plainly dressed stranger held Zhang Qinglan's arm, his black and white eyes stared wide open, "Are you okay? Why are you so dilapidated?"

Zhang Qinglan wasn't used to being so close to strangers, but she didn't want to brush off the kindness of the young man.He could only break free without showing any signs of expression, and calmly shook his head: "It's just that I accidentally fell, it doesn't matter."

Most of the wounds on Zhang Qinglan's body were hidden under the clothes, and the dark color of the clothes even covered up the bloodstains to some extent.At first glance, there is not much clue.

"Excuse me," facing the young man's suspicious gaze, Zhang Qinglan pursed her lips and asked, "What's the reason for the excitement ahead?"

Seeing Zhang Qinglan's indifferent appearance, the young man was skeptical.But he kept replying: "Why, you don't even know about such a happy day?"

Zhang Qinglan raised her eyebrows imperceptibly, and honestly shook her head: "I don't know."

The young man grinned and his attention was instantly diverted.He stretched out his fingers and pointed to the crowded crowd on both sides of the street and the empty avenue in the middle, and explained loudly: "The eldest son of the Ao family is getting married today, and the welcoming procession circled the city for a week, and the betrothal gifts carried about [-] palanquins. "

"The Ao family has been preparing for the new daughter-in-law for more than half a month, and they are waiting to marry her into the mansion today. No, I heard that the bridegroom's carriage will come soon. Everyone Waiting on the side of the street to be happy."

Having said that, the young man paused, looked at Zhang Qinglan a few times again, looked at the other party's dirty and bloody body, and said doubtfully: "Even the little beggars on the street in the city know how to come to ask for a few pieces of wedding candy. , such a big happy event...why, you don't know?"

Zhang Qinglan was stunned.

"Marry?" He heard himself asking, "Who? The Ao family...Ao Zhan?"

"I'm afraid I'm not from another place, I don't know." The young man seemed to have heard some funny joke, and raised his hand to pat Zhang Qinglan's shoulder: "The Ao family of the Ao family is naturally Mr. Ao Zhan Ao."

"That is the most wealthy family in our city. This time we are married to the prime minister's eldest daughter. It can be said that it is not a blessing from heaven."

As soon as the words were finished, the crackling sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded at the corner of the street. The bustling scene instantly ignited the emotions of the people gathered on the street.

People cheered loudly, and the Xiguan next to the welcoming team carried a basket full of wedding candies in their arms, and walked forward, grabbing bright red wedding candies and throwing them out.

Immediately afterwards, a tall horse slowly paced out from the corner of the street.

"Hey! Brother, look!" The young man's attention was quickly attracted by the snow-white horse, he pointed at the man sitting on the horse, and patted Zhang Qinglan on the shoulder a few times: "The groom is here!"

I saw Ao Zhan wearing a happy fortune, with a very gaudy satin red flower on his chest, holding the reins of a thousand-mile horse, riding at the front of the wedding procession.

He has the demeanor of a gentleman like the wind, the corners of his mouth curled up in a gentle arc, and from time to time he doesn't forget to turn his head and look at the gold leaf sedan chair not far away, his eyes are extremely gentle... Proud of spring, handsome and handsome, he is such a handsome gentleman.

But from the beginning to the end, he didn't notice the down-and-out young man in the corner covered in dirty blood.

Holding half of the handle of the knife in his hand, Zhang Qinglan looked up at him bewilderedly through the bustling crowd.

There was a puddle of clear water at his feet, reflecting his own messy body and disheveled clothes.