The vicious villain is in luck again

An Ran was very interested, "This is very specific. All it takes is the characteristic name of that disciple to know who that disciple is."

"Hey~ Master, what you said is wrong." Yin Yang Jing said mysteriously, "This is not specific yet. If the Piaomiao Sect has so many disciples, they will continue to recruit people in the next fifty years. I really want to find this person.

, it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack.”

It circled in the air on its own, and used the time it took to make a small pass.

The Yin Yang Mirror originally thought that An Ran would scratch her head and want to know more about the person who would take away the original iron in the future, but when it slowly pointed its small white side at An Ran, it found that she was bored.

Fiddled with the gift box on the table.

She picked up a bracelet with her fingertips, and the light shone brightly, illuminating the fingers wrapped around the bracelet. The light was as if she was casting some kind of spell.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is already an extremely rare thing.

But An Ran only glanced at it twice and threw it back into the brocade box without much interest.

The lid is pressed and closed, making a "pop" sound.

An Ran raised her eyes and saw Yin Yang Mirror, who was stunned in front of her and didn't know how to react.

She twitched the corners of her lips and asked like she was coaxing a child, "Have you finished spinning in circles?"

Yin Yang Jing replied blankly, "Ang."

An Ran leaned against the table, rubbed her hands together naturally, and rested them on the edge of the table.

The long hair in front of her was thrown back, and she said, "Keep talking."

Yin Yang Jing is still a little confused.

Although it really wanted to say something, when it saw An Ran's nonchalant look, it suddenly became speechless.

It's really boring.

Yin Yangjing poked secretly in his heart.

The master's attitude completely made him lose his desire to continue talking.

However, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with the master, so it's understandable that she would be like this.

Yin Yang Jing thought about it and found a reason for An Ran.

An Ran saw that Yin Yang Jing didn't speak for a long time, so he remained silent. With a slight exertion on his waist, he left the edge of the table.

"Don't you want to talk anymore?"

She asked, taking two steps to the side, and her toes almost touched a large box.

Yin Yang Jing followed An Ran and said, "Master, are you not interested in the matter of raw iron?"

"It's okay." An Ran grabbed the ring on the big box with both hands and used more strength to open it.

Inside are several sets of clothes neatly arranged.

The fabric is naturally very good, it looks soft and shiny, and a light fragrance comes out of it, which makes it smell good.

An Ran put her four fingers together and waved them under her nose, and inhaled the aroma intoxicatedly.

Not bad, refreshing and heart-warming.

She ran her fingertips over the clothes, leaving a shallow fold.

"It's just that I already have a rough idea of ​​who that person is."

The Piaomiao Sect has a long purple sword with the power of thunder. The only son of destiny who meets this condition is Meng Ziling from the fairy world.

"Ah?" The Yin-Yang Mirror flew around An Ran in disbelief, and came right under her nose, "Master, do you know?"

Shock and disbelief were most of the emotions revealed in its words.

"Yeah, I've seen that person before." An Ran pulled away the small mirror that was about to hit her eyes and held it in her hand.

The chain was wrapped around her fingers, holding the small mirror between her fingers, and she shook it teasingly.

After letting the yin and yang mirror jitter, An Ran stopped laughing.

Although the Yin-Yang Mirror almost had mosquito-repellent eyes due to An Ran's movements, it still stubbornly maintained its last trace of dignity as an artifact, and its voice did not tremble too much due to being tossed around.

"Master, where have you seen him?"

An Ran answered readily, "In a dream."

The Yin Yang Mirror that got a simple two-word answer: "······"

Are you sure she's not joking about it?

Seeing Yin Yangjing's sudden silence, An Ran raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why, you don't believe me?"

Yin Yangjing's mood became much lower, and he spoke more calmly to An Ran, "Of course I believe you."

"That is, the prerequisite for that disciple to take away the piece of raw iron is that he also needs the help of a noble person."

"Because before that, he will go through a catastrophe first. If there is no noble person to help him through it at that time, the future direction will be different."

Yin Yang Jing said the remaining half of what he knew but had not finished, compared with An Ran's answer, and said half truthfully: "Master, if you said you have seen him with a sword, then he should be a noble person."

Please help me."

"Humph." An Ran's face turned cold as she thought of Meng Ziling's murder of his wife to prove her sermon.

"If it hadn't been a foregone conclusion, I would have let him take another path."

Her words were so cold that even if the Yin Yang Mirror was wrapped around her hand, she couldn't help but want to stay away from her.

I have never seen An Ran so cold and cold.

Although she had times when she was not in a high mood before, she would always smile and speak in a normal tone.

Only this time, there was no word of killing in the words, but there was murderous intention between the lines.

Yin Yangjing couldn't help but wonder, how did this future owner of raw iron get into trouble with An Ran?

"Oh, by the way." It suddenly remembered the connection between this person and An Ran, "Master, that person has a deep relationship with the Shao Kingdom."

"In the future, Shao will be destroyed because of him."

Think about it, this person caused the destruction of Shao Kingdom, and the identity of the owner in the illusion is the daughter of the current queen of Shao Kingdom. Is it because of this relationship that the two became enemies?

This hatred is still a blood feud.

"What did you say?" An Ran clenched her fists, and the materials under her hands crumpled instantly after being caught. "Did he let Shao Kingdom be destroyed?"

No wonder.

She never heard of the name Shao Guo later, it turned out that it was lost in the dust.

Such a valuable country failed to stand in the end.

An Ran sighed with sadness.

The more she lamented, the more she hated the culprit who caused the traces of Shao Kingdom to disappear.

The Yin-Yang Mirror thought it made sense, but after touching it for a moment, it felt something strange again.

No, if you think about it this way, the owner and that person are more than fifty years apart.

No matter how you think about it, it feels outrageous.

So, think about it from another perspective.

Regardless of her identity in the fantasy world, the owner is still related to the Shao Kingdom, but her true identity should be a surviving descendant of the Shao Kingdom.

Yin Yang Jing nodded with satisfaction in his heart.

This makes sense.

It was about to answer An Ran, but then it thought, if this was really the case, wouldn't it have hit its owner's pain point greatly at this moment?

Yin Yang Jing suddenly became a little scared.

An Ran squeezed it hard, "How did he let Shao Guo lose it?"

really.

Yin Yang Jing felt the pain of being squeezed and cried in her heart.

It said awkwardly, "I, I don't know."

"I can only know that Shao will perish because of him."

"If he had not received the help of noble people and survived that catastrophe, Shao Kingdom would have been safe and sound."

An Ran slapped the box with one palm.

She put her palms on the clothes and made a deep handprint. The fabric with perfect touch accepted all her emotions without making any loud noise.

She still felt aggrieved and kicked the box hard again.

The sound was louder now, and the box trembled as she kicked it.

The Yin Yang Mirror trembled together with the box at An Ran's sudden anger.

"Master, master." It felt that the hand holding itself was shaking from excessive force, although

Intellectually, I think it's impossible, but in my heart I'm still afraid that I will be crushed.

The Yin Yang Mirror trembled, "Are you okay?"

At this moment, An Ran was going through intense activities in his heart.

A voice whispered in her ear.

"These are all things of the past."

"These are all things that are a foregone conclusion."

"These are things you can't participate in."

Such sounds are like threads, intertwined together, turning into a chaotic thread.

She wanted to take a pair of scissors and cut all the threads into pieces.

Clenching her teeth tightly, An Ran remained silent until the voice gradually became quieter, and then she relaxed.

A deep sourness spread from her jaw to her limbs.

An Ran's eyes were covered with mist.

She blinked, trying to wipe away the mist.

But it's of no use.

An Ran took a deep breath and breathed it out again.

Raising her hanging hand, she untied the chain around her fingers and released the Yin Yang Mirror.

An Ran seemed to have absorbed too much energy and walked towards the bed like a zombie.

Yin Yang Jing was startled by her emotions that fluctuated like huge waves. He didn't dare to move or speak, so he followed her cautiously.

An Ran kicked off her shoes, bent her knees, and leaned against the bed.

She hugged her knees, rested her head on her knees, and stared at one place aimlessly.

Gradually, the room became dark.

The familiar maid's voice came from outside the door, calling her for dinner.

An Ran blinked her sore eyes, said nothing, and walked off the bed again.

When I stood up, my knees were still a little uncomfortable because they had been bent for too long, and I felt numbness, soreness, and pain from the needles.

An Ran walked slowly towards the door.

The Yin Yang Mirror, which she had ignored for a long time, immediately got into her girdle and hid itself tightly.

An Ran opened the door and when he looked up, he saw Lin Tan'er.

He blocked the moonlight and half of his body was hidden in the dark, making his face look hazy and evil.

An Ran was not frightened by him, she only glanced at him, then looked away and walked forward.

He had no intention of talking to Lin Tan'er.

She was depressed about the final fate of Shao Kingdom and did not want to distract herself from anything else for the time being.

Shaoguo deserves her wholehearted silence.

Apart from Ye Junlan, three other members of the Lin family gathered for dinner.

Compared to Mrs. Lin's enthusiasm, Mr. Lin was a little indifferent and calm. In addition, An Ran was in a low mood, so this meal was a little more deserted than in the morning.

She ate hastily and then returned to her room like a wandering soul.

Without saying anything, he lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and started to sleep.

Perhaps because he went to bed too early that day and had many things on his mind, An Ran woke up early in the middle of the night.

The wavy drooping gauze curtain separated the inside and outside of the room. She was about to go outside to take a drink of water, but when she glanced at a certain place, she paused.

Above the opened gauze curtain, a dark figure was reflected.