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The housekeeper surnamed Qian led An Hongdou and the others into the manor.

Qiushui Mountain Manor has many laurels. Although there are no strange scenery of flowers flying all over the sky, it is also quiet, deep and elegant, and the fragrance is filled with joy all the way.

"You two will take a break for a while, and the owner will arrive later after the meeting."

"Have you the butler."

An Hongdou and Li Dian entered the hall and waited quietly. Butler Qian glanced at the quiet fragrance on the incense table in the living hall and then retreated.

After a while, two maids came to bring some tea and then quietly retreated.

In the spacious and unique living room, only An Hongdou and his two people looked around.

Tiannan architecture is different from other places. Whether it is carved eaves, windows, walls and tiles, it is always a clever word. It is not as durable as Tiandong or Zhongzhou, which is as high as green tiles, which are as durable as the wind and rain, but what you see is just right.

I saw An Hongdou's eyes were dark and she admired.

When my mind returned here, I smelled a faint fragrance with my pretty nose. Unlike the laurels that came along the way, this fragrance had an indescribable smell.

An Hongdou, wearing a red dress, looked at the strange and incense table curiously and frowned slightly.

Li Dian is one of the few first-generation members of Yan Lingwei. As the sharpest Dark Night Spear in the Great Yan Empire, he has a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle.

The moment An Hongdou frowned slightly, he realized the message he was secretly conveying and began to hold his breath secretly.

...

Mingyuechan, who is about a hundred years old but looks like forty years old, is the contemporary owner of Qiushui Mountain Villa.

He was always extremely cautious and did not rush to accept the prey that was actively sent to the tiger's mouth and wolf teeth. He waited for a full stick of incense before slowly changing into a slender green shirt, with the swordsman who had been carefully selected.

Appear.

Mingyuechan showed up with more than twenty villa masters.

The moment he appeared, he besieged An Hongdou and Li Dian to the hall and had no way out.

The breeze floats on the laurel treetops.

It suddenly looked like a murderous aura that shouldn't have appeared in such a bright weather.

The blades in the villa are shining, and the sword light is cold.

The light reflected in the walls and ground was so dazzling.

An Hongdou, who was as calm as before, put his hands on his red robe and put them behind him, his clear lips bent, and his beautiful eyes seemed to be smiling: "Although the way of treating guests is different from the north and south, An Hongdou travels around the world and asks about his own knowledge,

But I have never known this scene. What does the owner mean?"

The Mingyuechan, who is skilled in the accommodation, is not only cautious, but also a person who is very particular.

For example, the mood before the murder.

For example, do you need to take a bath, change clothes and fast for three days?

You even have to carefully select the auspicious day and time of the zodiac.

Coincidentally, today's day is clear and the wind is smooth. Before lifting the sword, I looked through the Huangli Yikan. The owner of the manor finally changed his favorite long gown.

The sword in the bright moon cicada pointed at the ground diagonally.

He single-handedly defeated his left hand behind him.

The exquisite green jade hairpin carries three thousand worries, and its slender and straight body looks very much like an elegant gentleman who is proficient in calligraphy and swords.

"This owner thought that the Lord of Fengxueyin City was a rare hero in the world, but he never thought that he was so petty."

A man walked out from behind the bright moon cicada.

It was An Hongdou who followed secretly all the way, and it was also the unknown alien.

But at this moment, in the eyes of Mingyuechan, he is just an ordinary storyteller and a troubled storyteller.

Mingyuechan glanced at the storyteller: "Mr. Lao is a friend of mine. He just relies on his three-inch tongue to make a living in the world. He said something about the little-known old past that Luocheng Lord has made trouble.

The mother of the City Lord Xueyin has been chasing her to this point?”

"Today, since the grudges and grudges have entered my Qiushui Villa, the bright moon cicada is not talented, and we are also eager to discuss the right and wrong with Fengxue Yincheng. Let's see if this world of the ten years of the Holy Yin is really a place where Luo Changfeng is the one-man show!"

An Hongdou, who has seven orifices in his heart, heard it clearly.

The story should be that the storyteller, who is actually a foreigner, made up a lie to beg Qiushui Villa for shelter.

In the lie, Storyteller plays an innocent person who is being chased and killed by unintentional mistakes and says something that should not be said. Fengxue Yincheng, especially An Hongdou, is the villain in the lie.

The devil who kills without blinking?

Or are the minions of Fengxue Silver City?

An Hongdou burst into laughter.

She has a sweet smile, she is already very sweet.

People are wary of vicious people who are cautious in dressing up strange and evil voices, but they are rarely wary of playful ladies with sweet smiles, especially those who are so beautiful as An Hongdou.

So when she smiled and approached the owner of Qiushui Villa with a sweet smile, Ming Yuechan step by step, the latter was unexpectedly surprised by the sudden attack.

He had already arranged the poison of camphor fragrance that could dissolve cultivation in the hall.

Why is An Hongdou still so fast to draw his sword?

Why did the poison not enter the body?

Why is she safe?

Mingyuechan didn't have time to think too much because An Hongdou Linglong sword was already in front of her.

Who is An Hongdou?

Ten years ago, it was a genius Mingzhu who was comparable to Kunlun Muyun Sword City, Eight Hundred Sects Liancheng Jue, Bodhi Academy Huangfu Yi, and Emperor Alliance Emperor Wulei.

Ten years ago, she was at the spiritual orifice realm and ranked in the Heavenly Que.

The Linglong Sword ten years later has already turned into a disaster! The sword of the Venerable of the Cheat Realm, a sudden and unprepared sword. Even if Mingyuechan is the lord of Qiushui Villa of the four major villas, how can Mingyuechan stop it?

But he still blocked it.

He didn't want to die just like that.

No one wants to die without realizing it, let alone he is here to kill people today!

The bright moon cicada swept across the Mid-Autumn Water Sword in the hand.

The countless sword lights in front of me were cut off by the broken lotus-shaped Qiu Shui sword.

When his sword was gone and he could not close it, he realized that An Hongdou's sword had actually fired first and then arrived!

After he came out of his sword to block it.

He actually misjudged the sword.

The exquisite sword light shone across the chest, and the blue shirt on the bright moon cicada's chest was broken, like flowers flying all over the sky.

An Hongdou stood with his sword and said indeed.

Looking at the totems exposed on the chest after the bright moon cicada's clothes were broken, Li Dian suddenly realized.

The owner of this Qiushui Villa is actually an alien race!

Judging from the appearance and physical signs, the alien race is actually no different from the human race.

But this does not mean that people among the aliens who are involved in this world can hide forever.

Because no matter the chaotic disaster ten thousand years ago or today ten thousand years later, all the aliens who entered the world have something in common.

That is the totem of the chest pattern.

An Hongdou looked at the owner of Qiushui Villa with a smile: "You are not a bright moon cicada!"

Li Dian was surprised.

The storyteller with a single word name, Lao, was full of fun.

The owner of Qiushui Villa simply tore open his clothes and exposed the totem that represents pride. Instead of angry, he laughed: "Of course I am not a bright moon cicada!"

An Hongdou continued, "You are not the ones in Qiushui Villa either."

"Of course we are not people in the villa."

"You are aliens."

The bright moon cicada laughs.

More than twenty masters behind him tore open their clothes, revealing totem tattoos like twisted patterns.

The famous storyteller stepped forward slowly and smiled: "Since you know, you still have to come to die?"

In fact, from beginning to end, this is a revenge situation carefully arranged by the alien race.

A few years ago, Luo Changfeng slaughtered more than 70 foreign powerhouses with a sword on the banks of the Wei River. This incident made Luo Changfeng famous all over the world. And how could he swallow his anger and say nothing happened in the decision-making of the senior foreigners?

So Lao planned this situation with one hand.

He captured Liu Shisan, the beloved disciple of the city lord of Fengxueyin City.

He also attacked the east and west, luring An Hongdou to rush to this point, so that he could not return to help.

He wanted to cut off Luo Changfeng's right-hand man, and then the alien army would swallow Fengxue Silver City.