Both worlds are like dreams

It quickly got dark, and Xue Huang opened her eyes, preparing to go back to sleep.

But when she turned around, she keenly sensed several different auras flashing around.

The young man also noticed it, "What a powerful inner force, and there is more than one."

"Do you think he was just passing by or visiting?"

"alert."

Xue Huang immediately drew out the Qingshuang Sword and closed her eyes to feel the flow of those auras. The owners of those auras must be masters of superb internal skills, and there were more than one.

I just don't know what purpose these people are coming for.

"Behind you." The boy reminded.

Xue Huang turned around quickly and stabbed straight forward with the sword in her hand, but seemed to encounter an obstacle.

She opened her eyes and found that Qingshuang's sword blade was pinched by someone's fingers. The owner of this hand was someone Xuehuang didn't want to see at all - Mo Yunchen.

Xue Huang was a little surprised, but she didn't say anything, because the auras circling around her seemed to have disappeared.

She glanced around. What was going on? Could it be related to Mo Yunchen?

Mo Yunchen looked at her with a smile, and taking advantage of her distraction at this moment, he held the sword blade without letting go, but turned his body and circled around her. The blade of Qingshuang bent into a circle and instantly wrapped around Xuehuang's neck.

Xue Huang looked indifferent, looking at Mo Yunchen's cold eyes, "What are you doing here?"

"Don't move!" Mo Yunchen picked up a strand of hair that was cut off by the sword and placed it on Qingshuang's sword. In an instant, the hair broke into two pieces and fell in the wind. "The famous sword in the Sword Tomb is indeed worthy of its reputation."

Xue Huang didn't say anything, but she was thinking, if you have something to say, say it quickly, if you have something to fart, fart quickly. Get out of here!

"What? Are you in a bad mood?"

"none of your business?"

"Because of the Emperor's marriage?"

Xue Huang glanced at him. The news that Emperor Ling intended to arrange a marriage for Mo Xingyue and Gu Qinglan had spread throughout Shangyang City, and everyone knew that the Third Prince wanted to marry her, so it was not surprising that he knew about it. "Why? Did the prince come here specially to gloat over someone else's misfortune?"

Mo Yunchen got close to her and stared into her clear eyes. "If someone forced you to marry someone you didn't want to marry, would you drag him to hell with you?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Xue Huang's eyes, and then she smiled coldly, "Your Highness is really all-seeing, he knows everything I said."

"Of course I care about you."

"Really?" Xue Huang raised an eyebrow, "Then should we let go of your hand first?"

Mo Yunchen smiled, and his deep eyes seemed to be covered by ice, and no one could see what was hidden in them. His whole person was as unfathomable as his eyes, especially when he smiled, it was even more difficult to peek into his mind.

"If I let you go, will you still listen to me so obediently?"

Xue Huang no longer had the patience to waste time talking to him, and asked directly: "What do you want?"

"I'm curious," Mo Yunchen stared into her clear eyes, "What did the emperor say to you when he dismissed everyone?"

"Don't you have great connections?" Xue Huang raised her eyebrows. "You even know what I said, so shouldn't you be able to do this little thing easily?"

Mo Yunchen looked at her. Even though she was controlled by others, she was still aggressive when she bullied others. In the huge imperial study, the emperor dismissed everyone. Unless a god could know what was said inside. No matter how powerful the ears and eyes were, could they still stay inside to listen?

This girl knew this, but still came to mock him.

"I want to hear what you have to say."

"Do you think I will tell you?" Xue Huang glanced at the sword in front of her calmly, "You threaten me with this, do you think I will be afraid?"

"Of course I know you're not afraid," Mo Yunchen smiled, "but I really want to know, what will you do this time?"

"I don't know," Xue Huang said honestly, "Do you have any good suggestions?"

Mo Yunchen knew that she was acting again, but he just smiled and said, "Then I want to know what the emperor said to you."

"Of course he asked me if I was willing to marry Mo Yiming's stupid son?"

"It's that simple?"

Xue Huang smiled innocently, as obedient as a kitten, "Of course."

"What a dishonest girl." Mo Yunchen tightened his grip on Qingshuang, the blade of the sword pressed against her hair. "The Third Prince is definitely not the Emperor's choice. He wants to choose the Fifth Prince, right?"

"This is what you said."

Mo Yunchen stared into her eyes and said, "I remind you that the person you want to marry is destined not to marry because you don't have the power to choose."

"Do you care about me so much?" Xue Huang smiled, her curved eyebrows made her look like a charming fox, but her clear big eyes flashed with innocence.

Mo Yunchen's expression was unclear. For a moment he couldn't tell whether her smile was real or fake.

Xue Huang stretched out her other hand and poked his heart with her slender fingertips, "Are you..." Before she could finish her words, her hand holding the hilt of the Qingshuang sword suddenly loosened, and the sword blade, which was extremely elastic, bounced out in an instant.

Xue Huang quickly took a step back, then gripped the hilt of the sword again. A chill immediately emanated from the sword, but Mo Yunchen still held the blade tightly.

He just looked at her dimly, "What is it?"

"ill?"

Mo Yunchen: "..."

"What?" Xue Huang tilted her head and looked at him, "Want to fight?"

Mo Yunchen let go of the sword, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the water surface with a calm expression, "If I were to take action, wouldn't it be a waste of such a beautiful night?"

"Don't you have a back door?" Xue Huang rolled her eyes. "Go back to your own house and have a look."

"Now that you are at the center of the power vortex of Shangyang City, I really want to see if I can wait for the person I want to see here."

Xue Huang frowned slightly, not quite understanding what he meant, "Who are you referring to?"

"Everyone," Mo Yunchen looked at her with a sharp gaze, "Those who care about you."

Xue Huang smiled disapprovingly, "There are too many people who care about me. Who are you referring to?"

Mo Yunchen just stared at her, his eyes suddenly became evil, and his thin lips curled up into a dangerous smile, "Who do you hope it is?"

Xue Huang's eyes were slightly cold, and the cold air of Qing Shuang was pressing directly at Mo Yunchen, "No matter who it is, you can't touch him."

Mo Yunchen narrowed his eyes slightly and a low laugh escaped from the depths of his throat, as if he was mocking her, "Just wait and see." After saying that, he turned around and left the way he came.

In the dark bamboo forest, the red figure gradually faded away.