The vicious villain is in luck again

While she was slowly digesting this complex emotion, she was bounced out.

It really popped out, along with the soul and body.

A huge impact force came from the back, An Ran groaned and felt his entire back hurt so much that he could numb.

She was like a pancake, stuck to the vertical pot surface, fell down, and rolled on the ground several times.

Qi and blood surge in the chest.

Anran held her hands on the ground and tried hard to get up from the ground. Before she could stand firm, she vomited a big mouthful of blood.

She fell to the ground again.

An Ran's mouth was covered in blood, and she smelled the strong smell of blood. She fainted in waves and waves, and her eyes suddenly turned black and white, making it vaguely impossible to see things clearly.

A sound came not far away.

The harsh sounds of swords and swords intersecting, the panic screams of men and women, and the hurried and messy footsteps were all mixed together.

An Ran's head was so swollen that it hurt.

She sat upright while patting her head gently.

After finally recovering, when she looked forward, she suddenly found a man in black standing in front of her, holding a sword and trying to stab her.

An Ran hurriedly fell down, rolled on the ground, dodging the sword.        _o_m

The sword hit the hard ground and pressed the sword body into a curve. Seeing that the man in black could not make a blow, he was about to chase after him and make up for another sword. He heard a puff sound, and half of the sword was stained with red blood and stabbed out of his chest.

The man in black fixed his body, he lowered his head and slowly looked at the tip of the sword exposed on his chest.

A few drops of blood were dripping from the tip of the sword, and then quickly retreated out of his body.

"Bang", the long sword fell off from the man in black and fell to the ground.

He knelt on his knees and fell straight to the ground. After his body twitched twice, he was silent.

An Ran, who had rolled to the side, was panting, looking up along the unwilling eyes of the man in black, and saw a familiar and stranger.

He was wearing the suit of a servant that was common in Jiang Mansion, but the outfit didn't fit very well, tightly tying his body, holding a long sword in his left hand that was the same as in the man in black. Blood flowed down from the hilt of the sword and fell to his feet dripping.

He had a good face. Although his eyebrows were narrow and sharp, he had a natural smile and a small tear mole under the corner of his left eye, which made a charm pile up at the end of his eyes and made his appearance a little brighter.

Several undry blood stains splattered on his eyebrows and eyes, slowly sliding down between his eyebrows, making him look evil inexplicably.

Anran narrowed her eyes.

Who is this?

While she was stunned, he stepped over the body of the man in black and knelt on one knee at her, "Where is any hurt?"

An Ran shook her head subconsciously.

He asked, “Can you stand up and walk by yourself?”

An Ran nodded, "It should be possible."

He then put away his sword, turned sideways, and walked through Anran's armpit with one hand, hugging Anran.

Anran put his shoulders and neck on his shoulders and neck and tried to move his feet. After finding that nothing serious was happening, she planned to withdraw her hand.

He held his hand halfway.

His palms were sticky and warm. Looking at him peacefully, his hands were covered with fresh blood, and it seemed that he had just experienced a chaotic fight.

"Follow me here."

An Ran had not yet figured out the current situation, and the best way was to keep things going, so she followed the man without struggle.

The two of them walked into a forest.

An Ran was shocked.

Why is it forest again?

The painful scenes in the dream made her instinctively stop.

An Ran pulled his hand out of him and took two steps back vigilantly.

He didn't seem to have expected her to do this suddenly. He took two steps forward and reacted and stopped.

An Ran looked at his back and asked, "Who are you?"

He turned around, and with a smile on his lips, he smiled, "Didn't you know my identity long ago?"

"Is it interesting to pretend to be stupid at this time?"

She instantly whipped the memories in her head and found nothing.

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The conscience of heaven and earth, she dared to swear that she had never seen this person before.

Anran looked at him without making any sound, but stopped again.

He took all her movements into his eyes, but did not expose them, but said patiently, "You let me enter the mansion from the beginning because you saw through my disguise and decided that I was Wen Feiran?"

Wen, Fei, Ran? Is this person Wen Feiran?

An Ran quickly looked him from beginning to end, from face to body, and he had no similarity to that ugly slave. @美\/Shuge·Wuwuzhu first time~~

But when you think about it carefully, it is normal to be different.

Thinking about what Tiandao told her that in order to avoid the pursuit, the sixteen-year-old Wen Feiran shrank her bones into the figure of a ten-year-old child and disguised her face as if disfigured. This did not arouse anyone's suspicion.

Although he was unknown when he entered the Jiang Mansion, his appearance confused everyone because of his confusion, and no one could associate him with the disappearing ninth prince Wen Feiran.

Seeing An Ran's eyes showing shock, Wen Feiran thought she was surprised how she knew her identity.

Seeing An Ran silent, he thought she was thinking of a way to hide his identity that he had known him for a long time, so he said, "You don't have to rack your brains to say something."

"That won't ruin me."

An Ran didn't say anything just because she didn't know what to say. She was worried about how to speak. Wen Feiran's words gave her the opportunity to speak with the flow.

She said, "I think I hide so well. How did you find out?"

Wen Feiran was not in a hurry to answer. He looked behind An Ran, "Let's go first, they're about to catch up."

Could it be the pursuit of the Blessing Festival?

An Ran asked, "Is it the one who chased you?"

Wen Feiran lightly tapped his jaw, turned around, waved the long sword in his hand, split the vine bushes, and walked forward.

Following him deeply, Anran turned around and looked at the road he had come, and it was quiet.

She took a few steps and stood shoulder to shoulder with Wen Feiran, "Now you can say it."

"What did you say?" He focused on a path forward, and his long sword swung his vigor. Every time the sword fell, branches and leaves were picked aside.

An Ran didn't pay attention and took two steps forward. He stopped him in front of his lower abdomen with one hand, and then hugged him.

"Be careful." He hugged An Ran slightly back, "The sword will hurt you."

Anran stopped and thought for a few seconds before realizing what he said.

At this time, Wen Feiran had already walked several steps forward.

She trotted and chased after him, "How did you find out that I discovered your identity?"

This is a very confusing sentence, and An Ran felt it was a bit confusing himself.

Sure enough, Wen Feiran looked ahead, but his words came over lightly, "Are you going to be confused by yourself?"

An Ran felt that Wen Feiran was so stubborn.

He clearly knew what she was trying to ask, but he dragged it over and over again, just refused to say it.

Perhaps because he knew that Anran was already impatient, Wen Feiran stopped talking nonsense, and after making a joke, he said, "Do you think I was fainting and you really couldn't hear anything?"

An Ran immediately recalled.

She knew that he had heard the words "Wen Feiran" that accidentally blurted out that day.

Fortunately, he was able to keep his anger for so long.

Then I realized it and began to feel annoyed.

Wen Feiran suddenly stopped, "I have answered your question."

He turned around, "Next, it's time for you to answer my question."

The chill came from the neck, and An Ran shivered with a sting.

Wen Feiran put the long sword across her shoulder.

After cutting down the bushes for a long time, the blood on the blade was wiped by the leaves, and there was not much left. It was more about the juice of the plants and the fragrance of plants, mixed with a slight fishy smell.

Wen Feiran's figure became a silhouette in the darkness, and his face was hidden in the darkness, and he was invisible like a ghost.

Anran lowered her eyelids, glanced at the sword, and asked calmly, "What do you want to ask?"

She thought, like her question, he would probably ask her if it was. (This chapter is not finished!)

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Why know his identity?

"Why do you want to save me?" he asked.

This is a very simple question.

But at this moment it seems very difficult.

In fact, neither she nor the original owner wanted to save him deliberately.

The original owner did not know his true identity, so he accidentally called him into the mansion, while she was following the original owner's behavior.

If she said she had something to save him, such as asking him a doctor and taking him out of prison, it was to get luck from him, and this was not something that could be said.

An Ran hasn't thought about how to answer this question yet.

Why didn't Wen Feiran ask her first how she discovered his identity?

It caught her off guard.

But An Ran thought about it again and said that if Wen Feiran really asked her this question, she would probably not be able to answer it.

Because the original owner didn't notice it at all, she could only say that she thought his origin was unknown and suspicious, and that he knew that he would disguise and shrink his bones, so he made a reasonable guess.

But there is a point that she is difficult for her to explain. How did she know that Wen Feiran will disguise and shrink her bones?

Even the Zhao family and the others in the Jiang family knew about it, otherwise they would not have let go of the ugly slave who suddenly entered the Jiang Mansion. They had to wait for the many scheming Zhao Yilong to come to the mansion to see Wen Fei in person before they became suspicious.

After An Ran thought for too long, Wen Feiran moved his sword into the threatening manner, "Don't you answer?"

A slight stinging sensation mixed with the coldness came. An Ran froze and dared not move around, and he was already scolding Wen Feiran in his heart.

Her neck must have been broken.        _o_m

“Is this question that important?”

“Of course there is.”

Wen Feiran's voice was like the sword he was holding, and remained motionless.

"During this period, I have been wondering why you didn't report me to the Jiang and Zhao families as soon as you discovered me."

"I thought about it and finally came to a conclusion."

Anran stood quietly listening to Wen Feiran’s conclusion.

"You, the reason why you identify me is because you know I can disguise and bone shrinkage."

An Ran said silently in her heart that she did know, but the original owner didn't know, and even if she didn't know about disguise and bone shrinkage, she knew his true identity, let's just say that he guessed half of it.

"I know very few people know about disguise and bone shrinkage. You know, there are only two possibilities."

Wen Feiran has a clear idea, "One, someone will tell you it. Two, you will do it yourself."

He leaned closer to An Ran's cheek, "Guess, which one do I think you are?"

The warm and hot breath blew on Anran's face and Anran blinked.

It was a coincidence that this was not the case. She was still thinking about how she would explain the disguise and bone shrinkage.

Unexpectedly, Wen Feiran automatically found two reasons for her.

Really good.

She pretended that she was discovered and wanted to induce Wen Feiran to say the reason by herself, "Since you know, you don't have to keep it in your mouth anymore, just say it."

Because the two got very close, she was able to see the expression on Wen Feiran's face clearly.

He smiled.

The long sword was thrown to the ground by its owner, and fell to the broken branches and leaves, making only a heavy sound, and soon disappeared.

Wen Feiran reached her hands behind An Ran's ears and held up her face.

The night was cold, making his fingertips cold, and the ice was shivering again.

Now that there is no danger of being cut by the sword, An Ran becomes bolder.

She reached out to push Wen Feiran, but unexpectedly, as soon as her hand was put on his chest, his hand felt force.

So An Ran fell into his arms...

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