Concubine Yao, you are too presumptuous!

Several cold lights shuttled in the night sky on the outskirts of Jinle City, and several shadows jumped up and down, like elves dancing in the dark night.

The sound of metal colliding could be heard endlessly. Although Yun Qian's martial arts were high, he was still outnumbered by two fists. Moreover, Gong Lesi and Gong Xueqing's martial arts were not weak in the first place, so Yun Qian soon fell into the disadvantaged.

Gong Lesi couldn't help admiring Yun Qian in her heart, she was able to undo more than a hundred tricks with the joint efforts of herself and Gong Xueqing, which was really not easy.

"Xueqing."

Gong Lesi called out softly, Gong Xueqing understood, and swiped a sword towards Yun Qian with a false move in her hand, Yun Qian dodged back, unexpectedly, the snowflake-shaped hidden weapon in the Frost Ling Sword suddenly flew out, entangled The tough, soft, and sharp tencel silver thread flew towards Yunqian.

Yun Qian couldn't dodge in time and was stabbed in the left chest by a hidden weapon. The hidden weapon was smeared with poison, and she suddenly felt that her left hand was numb.

At this time, Gong Lesi attacked, and the tip of the sword pierced Yun Qian's throat. Yun Qian looked at the blood sword that was coming straight, sighed, and closed her eyes...

Yue Lang...

Ding--

With a harsh metal impact, Yunqian didn't feel the expected feeling of her throat being cut, but felt a warm temperature that seemed to be very close to her.

Yunqian opened her eyes. The person in front of her was dressed in plain white clothes, and there was a sword aura in her hands. Although she couldn't see it, she could clearly feel the sharpness and pressure of the sword aura at her fingertips.

Gong Lesi and Gong Xueqing immediately took a few steps back, she could feel a completely different aura in front of her, she was a real strong man.

"Senior Sister..."

Yunqian called out softly, her vision began to blur, and Yunran's sword energy was thrown out, flying towards her like two terrifying whirlwinds, Gong Lesi and Gong Xueqing didn't dare to borrow it, and retreated a foot away with lightness kung fu Yuan dodged the menacing sword energy.

When they came back to their senses, both Yunqian and that person had disappeared.

"Sister, who is she?"

That person felt more terrifying than Leng Moyan's martial arts, it was a real sense of oppression.

"Using energy to condense the sword, no sword is better than having a sword... the legendary sword god?"

Southern Chu Kingdom, Imperial Palace, Chengtian Palace.

It was the first time Nanqianmo came to Chengtian Palace alone, as if he was deeply afraid that the little secret in his heart would be seen by others.

Sure enough, just after stepping into Chengtian Palace, Nan Qianmo could hear the intermittent, weeping sound of the piano. When all the maids saw Nan Qianmo, Nan Qianmo stopped them from asking for peace.

She pushed open the door of Chengtian Palace, and saw Gong Xianqing playing the piano with her back to the door behind the screen, and Ning'er standing beside her.

"Your Majesty, it's time to rest."

Xu was too worried about Gong Xianqing, Ning'er didn't realize that someone had entered Chengtian Palace, when Nan Qianmo walked around the screen, Ning'er was surprised to find that Nan Qianmo was standing behind her.

"The Empress Dowager!"

Ning'er exclaimed, and Gong Xianqing immediately pressed down on the strings with both hands, stopping the sound of the piano, but never looked back.

Ning'er looked thankful, she knew that Gong Xianqing listened to Nan Qianmo the most, and seeing Nan Qianmo coming, I'm afraid that Gong Xianqing's problem of being depressed and unable to eat and drink for several days can be alleviated.

"You go down first."

Ning'er went out immediately, and closed the door very considerately.

Gong Xianqing turned around, bowed her head to salute Nan Qianmo, and Nan Qianmo's eyes glanced at her bandaged ten fingers, the white cloth was stained with red.

"Head up."

Nan Qianmo's voice was cold, but soft and trembling. Gong Xianqing raised his head when he heard the sound, his eyebrows with a bit of natural charm were now stained with melancholy, and the corner of his mouth was smiling, but he always looked sad .

"Is it because the concubine's piano sound disturbed the Empress Dowager's purity? If so, then I implore the Empress Dowager to punish her."

Gong Xianqing spoke in a very peaceful tone, but Nan Qianmo took two steps closer at this moment, staring straight at Gong Xianqing with her beautiful eyes.

"What am I supposed to do?"

Nan Qianmo sighed, what should she do to solve the predicament in her heart?

"If the Empress Dowager is tired, she should rest earlier."

Gong Xianqing didn't seem to care about Nan Qianmo's bewildered appearance, and turned around to put the piano away.

"Gong Xianqing, what do you want to torture yourself like this?"

Gong Xianqing heard the words, but laughed lightly.

"Whether the concubine is dead or alive, what's the matter with the Empress Dowager?"

Gong Xianqing put the piano away, but at this moment, her hand was held in the palm of Nan Qianmo's.

"Promise me, take good care of yourself, okay?"

This is a tone of discussion, and Nan Qianmo can't imagine that one day, he will be so humble.

"The body of the concubine is clear to the concubine."

Gong Xianqing wanted to withdraw her hand, but she couldn't break away from Nan Qianmo's palm.

"You're going to torture me, aren't you?"

Nan Qianmo gritted her teeth, and looked at Gong Xianqing with hatred, her beautiful eyes turned red again, as if stained with rouge in the dark night.

"This is the body of a concubine, how can it torture the Empress Dowager?"

Gong Xianqing stopped struggling, and let Nan Qianmo hold her hand, but she didn't look at Nan Qianmo directly.

"You know I care about you."

Nan Qianmo gently let go of Gong Xianqing's hand, but at this moment Gong Xianqing held her hand tightly again.

"But why are you hurting me while saying you care about me?"

At the end of Gong Xianqing's speech, her voice was a little choked, Nan Qianmo's heart ached, and she hugged Gong Xianqing into her arms, and the man also obediently leaned against Nan Qianmo's arms, sobbing softly.

"sorry Sorry…"

Nan Qianmo didn't know what to say. When she hugged the man into her arms, she realized that the man had lost so much weight. It was as if she was holding a pair of bones. Her chest seemed to be deprived of oxygen in an instant. The nose is sore and unbearable.

"Why did you come to provoke me again...I clearly wanted to forget you..."

When Gong Xianqing said these words, Nan Qianmo's body froze suddenly. When she heard Gong Xianqing say that she wanted to forget herself, she felt as if she was really about to lose something, and couldn't breathe...

"Don't forget me...Gong Xianqing, you provoked me first..."

Nan Qianmo said domineeringly, as if she wanted to hold on tightly to the remaining straw.

At this time, Gong Xianqing raised her head from Nan Qianmo's arms, her crying eyes were a little red and swollen, but glowed with charming water, which made Nan Qianmo feel distressed and dreamy.

"Nan Qianmo, can you try to accept me?"

Gong Xianqing asked in a low voice, Nan Qianmo looked at Gong Xianqing quietly, looked at the red lips that were close at hand, and couldn't help but stick them.

"Um…"

Gong Xianqing groaned, as if the soft spot in her heart had been hit, this was the first time Nan Qianmo kissed herself actively, the careful and tender kiss made her whole body tremble.

Nan Qianmo quickly parted her lips, those beautiful eyes stained with a little love and desire were captivating, Gong Xianqing thought, if Emperor Kang saw Nan Qianmo's alluring appearance, he might be the third in the harem. Thousands of people love only one person.

"give me some time…"

Nan Qianmo had no escape, even if she hid in the most remote corner of the palace, her heart was still with this man.

Gong Xianqing smiled lightly, reached out and held down the back of Nan Qianmo's head, leaned over and kissed it, the entanglement between lips and tongue was more intense and aggressive than Nan Qianmo's kiss, Gong Xianqing seemed to want to It's as if you want to swallow Nan Qianmo into your stomach.

Nan Qianmo can feel some strange soreness in her lower abdomen, and even feel the heat gradually flowing between her legs. She is a person who has experienced love, so she naturally knows what these mean, but she never I never thought that just one kiss would be...

Nan Qianmo gently pushed Gong Xianqing away, her face was flushed, and her attractive and swollen lips were glistening.

"give me some time."

Nan Qianmo still said this, Gong Xianqing leaned into Nan Qianmo's ear, and said, "Nan Qianmo...I like you."

The breath from Gong Xianqing's lips hit Nan Qianmo's ears, Nan Qianmo flinched sensitively, Gong Xianqing chased after her, stuck out her sweet tongue and licked Nan Qianmo's ears, as expected, the man was very cute Quickly let go of himself out of the way.

"You are too presumptuous..."

Although it was a reprimand, Nan Qianmo's tone was weak and feeble, as if she wanted to refuse and welcome. Of course, Gong Xianqing did not continue to do anything excessive. She knew that Nan Qianmo's heart had not been completely let go, and she was thin-skinned. Can't stand being teased.

"Nan Qianmo, I'll wait for you."

Gong Xianqing's goal was achieved, and Nan Qianmo finally confessed her heart. She leaned over and hugged Nan Qianmo, greedily absorbing all the warmth and fragrance from her body.

There was both joy and sorrow in her heart, and the smile gradually spread between her frowning brows, but Nan Qianmo would not see her tangled expression now.

Southern Chu Kingdom, at the bottom of Tianjueya Cliff, Jueyin Pavilion.

"You mean, Sword God?"

The legendary number one in the world, her sword is invincible, let alone the sword god who has never lost once.

"Yes, and I also heard Yun Qian call her senior sister, I'm afraid she is the master of Bi Luo Palace."

Gong Lesi reported, while Leng Moyan stood up, frowning...

Biluo Palace, Nanqianmo...

"I remember that it was mentioned in Xianqing's letter, and I have also seen that maid who has been by Nan Qianmo's side, Yunran."

Leng Moyan knew that Yunran was very strong, but he didn't know that she was the legendary sword god. It was no wonder that Biluo Palace was so confident. It turned out that the owner of the palace was the sword god who had disappeared in the Jianghu for many years.

"What is the master planning to do?"

Gong Lesi asked Leng Moyan for instructions. The mission to assassinate Yun Qian was regarded as a failure, but as long as Leng Moyan has not come to a conclusion, she must continue to carry out the mission.

"It's okay, let me also meet this legendary sword god."

After Leng Moyan finished speaking, he opened a letter at hand, it was a letter from Feng Ziye, the content roughly said that he was not doing his job well, and that he had not completed the entrusted task.

After reading it, Leng Moyan sneered, and the letter shattered into powder in his hands.

"Feng Ziye really has a bit of a strategy, let Jueyin Pavilion do his dirty work for him, and enjoy the rewards for himself, and Nan Qianmo can't touch him."

After Leng Moyan finished speaking, Leng Xiaowu's eyes turned cold, thinking of Feng Ziye, she felt uncomfortable all over.

"The Jueyin Pavilion has shed so much blood and lost so many lives for him, he also needs to give us something in return, don't you think so, Xiao Wu."

Leng Moyan glanced dotingly at Leng Xiaowu, only to see Leng Xiaowu nodding his head like a pest, which made Leng Moyan smile slightly.