After dressing up as a sadistic female supporting role, I was spoiled by the villains

Chapter 196 Instinct reaction, Shen Yuan’s fist hardened
When Shen Yuan returned to Yiyuan with Lan Luochen on the afternoon of the third day, Zhan Wuya and Lan Luoluo had not returned yet.

Sure enough, he really agreed with Luo Beixiao's words, he just wanted to go out and have fun.

Lan Luochen didn't see Lan Luoluo when he came back, and he felt anxious and uncomfortable.

"Yi Yuan, I'll go out and look for him."

After leaving a word, the man ran away.

Shen Yuan smiled helplessly, how worried this man was about his younger brother.

When she walked to Yi Nanjing's house, Shen Yuan saw the talisman paper that the other party had not had time to look at. She stretched out her hand and took it back.

Luo Beixiao was leading Mo Lin to practice swords in the backyard.

The man stood in the corner of the old tree, with his right hand behind his back, watching Mo Lin demonstrate his sword skills with each move.

He frowned tightly.

To be honest, he had never seen anyone with such a poor talent for practicing swordsmanship.

In the past, he felt that what he knew about Mo Lin was that he had no talent for sword practice.

Who knew that after contacting him, he discovered that he had something even more surprising to him.

Luo Beixiao didn't notice Shen Yuan's return.

As soon as he noticed Lan Luochen next to the woman, he thought of the pastry she had accepted from him before leaving that day.

Not only did I accept it, but I also accepted it, both sour and sweet.

She is definitely not his A Yuan.

The man forced himself to take back the consciousness that had fallen in the front yard, and focused all his attention on Mo Lin.

This puts the parties involved under tremendous pressure.

Mo Lin's steps became unsteady again. He swallowed the non-existent saliva with some trepidation.

Why is Uncle Luo staring at him like this? Is he about to be abandoned...

want to cry.

Uncle Luo, please never give up on me——

Mo Lin clenched the hilt of the sword and shouted in his heart.

Uncle Tongtian Lingbao Luo didn't let him use it, and gave him an ordinary spiritual sword, but he couldn't hold it firmly...

Luo Beixiao's thin lips moved slightly, and when he was about to say something, he noticed the woman in the front yard coming towards this direction.

The man's hand behind his back shrank slightly, and the words he was about to point out disappeared from his mouth.

If she were a young apprentice, how would she react when she saw Mo Lin demonstrating her swordsmanship like this?
Luo Beixiao's eyes darkened.

No one understands the arrogance in the sword cultivator better than him, and this arrogance is not derogatory.

What's more, she, A Yuan, was born with a sword bone.

Shen Yuan saw the two of them without taking two steps.

Just as he was about to say hello to Luo Beixiao, from the corner of his eye he saw Lan Luoluo waving something strangely with a sword.

It's just that if it's not the same, she can still see the shadow of swordsmanship in it.

The moment Shen Yuan recognized what kind of sword technique the opponent was performing, Shen Yuan's fist almost became hard.

The natal sword buzzed in her Dantian, as if it was about to fly out and strike the opponent with a sword.

Shen Yuan felt a restlessness in her bones, urging her to step forward and stop the other party.

This is also an instinctive reaction among sword cultivators.

"Young Master Lan."

Shen Yuan shouted to Mo Lin uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the concentration was strong, and the body did not rush forward to do anything.

It's just what she called the other person that revealed something.

Under normal circumstances, how could she not recognize that this man's aura was different from Lan Luoluo's?
Luo Beixiao's breathing became lighter.

The man's phoenix eyes stared at her closely, with a thin layer of red at the end of his eyes.

Shen Yuan didn't have the energy to pay attention to this for the time being.

She bit the tip of her tongue before stopping the words that had come to her lips not to let the other party practice this swordsmanship.

The woman curled her lips and looked calm, but in fact the fingers under her sleeves had dug into her palms.

(End of this chapter)