Yan Qingrui originally thought she would die, but she didn't expect someone to come to save her.

Although the man might have been just right, she finally accepted the other party's affection. She wanted to ask who the man was, but she opened her mouth, and her chest was like a heavy blow, stabbed by thousands of knives, and a burst of heat in her throat, and another mouthful of blood was sprayed out. She could no longer hold on and fainted softly.

The man in black glanced at Yan Qingrui with a cold look, as if he was dissatisfied with her coma in his arms. He did not put her down because of her coma. He still held her with one hand and blew her lips with his left hand. People from four or five places received the message and stopped fighting and flew away to the courtyard wall, gate, and everywhere in the famous Jian Villa.

For a moment, the power of the master guards of Mingjian Villa was dispersed.

The four people who besieged Yan Qingrui just now were obviously not weak, but they could not catch up with the man in black. After being flipped by him, they left without a trace.

When Yan Qingrui woke up, she felt that the wound between her chest was still like thousands of small knives stabbing her.

She opened her eyes and saw the tent above her head at a glance. She was actually lying on a bed?

The bed was very simple and the bed was very hard, and it hurt a little. She was not a person who wanted to enjoy it. She was actually injured. It was not very comfortable to lie on such a bed.

However, since she was lying on the bed, the not-severe wounds that were cut on her legs and arms had been bandaged, she was obviously no longer in Mingjian Villa.

As for how it came out, she vaguely remembered that she was rescued by a man in black.

In the night, the eyes of the man in black were cold and cold.

Like a person who has experienced several lifetimes of vicissitudes, the coldness as cold as rocks, like a sword made of ice for thousands of years, the coldness that keeps people from thousands of miles away.

That should be a story-telling person.

Yan Qingrui thought so.

Everything in Mingjian Villa is like a dream. She was injured by a man in black and saved by another man in black.

Is she not lucky or she has a great fortune?

It seems that she is not lucky and has a great fortune.

I was unlucky and met a man in black in front of me. I was seriously injured, which affected my actions later, exposed my body, and almost died of a life of death.

The man in black was rescued by a man in black from the latter. He left Mingjian Villa and saved his life!

However, she was also a little depressed. She had such a careful plan but failed to get the Xuanyue Sword. She was really a waste of effort. Human calculations were not as good as God's calculations.

She sat up and said, the room was not big, it was also very simple, and it looked like a farmer.

Yan Qingrui subconsciously reached out to touch her face, and the silver mask was still there. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Considering that she would be washed clean by the water flow when she walked through the water, she could not show herself to others as a black boy, so she wore a silver mask, which was also her standard in the capital.

Yan Qingrui was about to get out of bed, but when her eyes accidentally moved to the table, her eyes shrank.

She read that right? On the table over there, there was a simple shape. Although it was in the scabbard, it still had a heavy aura accumulated by the years.

On the sword garlic, there are two seal characters "Xuanyue".

Could this be the legendary Xuanyue Sword?
Chapter completed!