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The moon rises and the night gets darker, and the sky is full of stars.Open the window and face each other across the lake, the brothel and Chu Pavilion on the opposite side are crows and warblers, and the red sleeves are fragrant.The wine was strong in his throat, and Zhou Yan was half drunk, leaning on the window sill, looking at the shadowy shadows opposite him, drowsy with the silk and bamboo pillows on his pillow.

Suddenly, the sound of splashing water came from the lake, and then a few black shadows flashed past, in this sluggish night, there was no ripple in the slightest.Zhou Yan raised his fingertips and extinguished a candle in the room.

The green smoke curled up, returning to silence.

In an instant, a drenched black shadow came close to him, and the cold blade lay across Zhou Yan's neck.

Zhou Yan frowned, but didn't move.There were a few very light footsteps outside, and one could tell that it must be the inner family's extremely deep kung fu.After the movement outside got farther and farther away, the blade attached to Zhou Yan's neck trembled, the cold light flickered slightly, and it fell powerlessly between the fingers.

After a short muffled grunt, the black shadow holding him fell into his arms.

Zhou Yan subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, and supported his cold and slender waist.The faint smell of blood mixed with the cold fragrance entered the nose, and the moonlight suddenly appeared, reflecting on the face of the person in his arms.Zhou Yan sized her eyes down and concluded, "She's a beauty, please save her."

When Jiang Lingxin woke up, he saw the person beside him at first sight.

Zhou Yan sat leaning on the side of the bed, twirling a delicate jade-colored token on his slender fingers. Seeing that the person woke up, he let out a low laugh, his unfurled brows were clear and bright, and his black eyes were bright.

Jiang Lingxin got up suddenly, pressed his chest and let out a low cough, a bit of fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, he swallowed calmly, stretched out his hand and said coldly: "Give it back to me."

Zhou Yan put the token of Tianyi Mansion into his palm, tore open his skirt, and threw it in. He even reached out and patted his chest under the skirt, and looked at Jiang Lingxin very annoyed.

Jiang Lingxin's face darkened. Before he could speak, Zhou Yan picked up a sword from his side and was playing with it in his hand. The sword was as thin as a willow and had a cold look.Jiang Lingxin couldn't bear it any longer, and went to grab his own sword, but Zhou Yan suddenly turned the long sword around, flipped the sword sharply, and stuck it tightly to Jiang Lingxin's pale and slender neck.

"Cough..." Jiang Ling pressed his fingers on his chest to suppress the cough, resisting the burning pain in his lungs.

"Don't move." Zhou Yan's eyes were bent like a new moon, and he smiled and said: "I sealed your internal strength, now you are not my opponent."

Jiang Lingxin looked cold, and said hoarsely, "What do you want?"

"Your Excellency came here uninvited. With the benevolence of a doctor, I saved your life. However, I heard that the people in Tianyi Mansion acted cruelly, so I temporarily sealed your inner strength while you were unconscious." Zhou Yan used his sword Jian raised Jiang Ling's delicate chin, and said frivolously, "Beauty, please forgive me."

Jiang Ling lowered his eyes, hiding the killing intent in his eyes, and said: "We met by chance, thank you for your help, and please return my sword flying order."

Zhou Yan wondered: "Don't you people in Tianyi Mansion pay attention to knowing how to repay kindness?"

"What do you want?" Jiang Lingxin said calmly.

"The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, of course I promised them with their bodies..." With a flick of Zhou Yan's sword, he directly lifted Jiang Lingxin's collar, and the snow-colored jacket slipped down his shoulders.Before the clothes were finished, Jiang Lingxin reached out and grasped the blade of the sword.The thin sword was so sharp that it cut through his palm in an instant, bleeding red.

Zhou Yan was startled, let go of the hilt of the sword, stretched out his hand to grab Jiang Lingxin's wrist, frowned and said, "Why are you holding it! Let go!"

Jiang Lingxin sneered and let go.

Zhou Yan looked down, only to see Jiang Lingxin's palm turned fleshy, and the blood gushed out and wet the brocade quilt.

"Hey you..." Zhou Yan couldn't find Bubo for a while, so he could only hold his palm tightly with his hands, and said, "It's really boring to be so careless."

"Since it's boring." Jiang Lingxin felt the warmth from the back of his hand, a little novel, but he was willing to say a few more words to him: "Then let me go."

Zhou Yan tapped Jiang Lingxin's chest lightly with bloody fingers, and said, "Look."

On Jiang Lingxin's chest is half a flower with a faint imprint of Han Ou.

"You provoked people from the Palace Lotus Sect? There are only one person in the world who can detoxify the poison of the seven-star stalk. You are lucky, and there is one in front of you." Zhou Yan thoughtfully wrapped up the clothes that had slipped off the beauty's shoulders for him. On, said: "So, are you sure you want to go?"