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Chapter 466 Situ Ling Raksha Pavilion
Chapter 470 Six Situ Ling Raksha Pavilion

Wen Ya saw some changes in the expression on An Ran's face, and complacency flashed in her eyes.

She knew that the identity of that powerful and cold man was not long, and it was revealed by her master inadvertently.

At that time, it was three or two days before his big wedding, but instead of weakening her thoughts in the slightest, it made her more obsessed.

The man she liked turned out to be the mysterious king of Ziyun Empire.

How could she forget such a powerful and outstanding person?
Just facing Yang Anran, a sneer flashed in Wen Ya's eyes, but she wanted to thank the woman who was married by the king, at least not the person in front of her.

In this way, her mood can be calmed down.

How could such a powerful man be loyal to only one woman, he must have wives and concubines in groups, and with her appearance and talent, she must be able to earn a lot of money.

Wen Ya looked at An Ran and raised her head confidently.

There was only a smile on An Ran's lips, and she didn't say anything else.

Listening to the words between Wen Ya and Yang Anran, the other three people could tell that it was full of gunpowder.

An Ran glanced at Situ Ling and Jiu Ruijin behind Wen Ya.

Wen Nan sees, smooth things over

"These two are also distinguished guests of the Western Medicine Stove, and this woman is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Situ Ling interrupted him.

The voice is sweet and quiet,

"I don't need Brother Wen Nan's introduction. I not only know her, but also know her very well."

An Ran smiled and said softly
"Yes, Ling'er, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The hatred in those eyes seemed to eat An Ran.

It seemed that Situ Ling finally didn't intend to hide his hatred for An Ran anymore, so he took a step forward suddenly, and said sharply

"Yang Anran, you'd better not come here with any plans, otherwise I will definitely let you die without a place to bury you."

An Ran's face was still gentle, and she carefully looked at the angry face in front of her.

"What is your support? Is it the Rakshasa Pavilion behind you?"

The words fluttered lightly, but Situ Ling's harsh words were blocked back.

Situ Ling seemed to be ignited at once with hatred, and was about to say something while gnashing his teeth, but Jiu Ruijin grabbed him

"Okay, Linger, it's important to get down to business."

Jiu Ruijin looked at An Ran, a little complicated.

long time, slowly

"That man must be Mr. Qin Tianyu who disappeared for a long time."

An Ran didn't expect Jiu Ruijin to ask this, her smile deepened, and she said nothing.

Such a reaction was brought into Jiu Ruijin's eyes, and he already had the answer in his heart.

Wen Nan can clearly see the complicated relationship between the three of them.

It seems that there is still some unclear relationship between Jiu Ruijin and the woman named Yang Anran.

In this competition for the head of the school, the most powerful candidates are nothing but their three closed disciples.

The reason why Wen Nan was willing to put down her dignity to welcome the people of Luosha Pavilion was because they would play an important role in the selection of the head.

Winning them over will only benefit and cause no harm.

Hearing Yang Anran's words just now, he came here with the prostitute daughter of the Gongyi family, if he can win her over, then he can be said to be the head of the family easily.

In this case, the broken-arm feud between him and Yang Anran can be postponed for the time being.

But within a few face-to-face meetings, Wen Nan already had a plan in mind.

Stepping forward, handsome face with charming smile
"Miss Yang Anran, the master will hold a banquet in the Zhengxi Hall the night after tomorrow and invite everyone to participate. I hope you can inform Miss Gongyi to come."

An Ran looked away from Jiu Ruijin, and the smile on her lips was stained with an inexplicable smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Wen Nan, for reminding me. If that's the case, I will leave without disturbing you."

The four looked at the back of An Ran leaving, with different expressions in their eyes.

It's just that Wen Ya and Situ Ling looked at each other, as if they could see the disgust towards An Ran in each other's eyes.

Alliances sometimes arise in a single thought.

An Ran walked around the backyard again, and returned to the residence after half an hour.

Gongyi and Xia Bing returned to the house early.

Seeing An Ran who opened the door, Xia Bing said,
"Why did you come back so late?"

An Ran smiled, closed the door, went to Xia Bing's side, picked up the steaming tea beside her, and drank it.
"I saw Situ Ling and Jiu Ruijin."

To put it lightly, Xia Bing was not only shocked, but even with Gongyi couldn't help but raised his eyebrows.

Although Xia Bing didn't use his head very often, he still noticed it.

"The Ling'er girl from the Raksha Pavilion that the boy who delivered the food said is really her?"

An Ran shrugged her shoulders in acquiescence.

Gongyi glanced at An Ran
"So what happened?"

If it is said that it is the election of the head, the people of Luosha Pavilion also want to interfere. Nine and a half out of ten people do not believe it.

An Ran leaned on the back of the chair, smacking her lips
"I don't know what they are doing here, but if given the chance, Situ Ling will definitely try to kill me."

She knew who Situ Ling was, but when facing her, she couldn't hide her hatred. She must have hated her so much.

An Ran frowned, her eyes were cold.

Run your fingertips across the rim of the cup.

She is not a saint. If one of them has to die, then don't let Situ Ling walk out of the western medicine stove.

Between the turns of thinking, there is already an answer.

face to face
"The night after tomorrow, Zhengxi Palace, the head of the sect invites you."

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three days later

Ziyun Empire, side hall.

In the quiet hall, almost all the sunlight is covered, only wisps of sunlight come in through the little gaps.

Then I saw the man above the main hall, leaning lazily on the back of the glazed crystal seat, the light purple robe was embroidered with silver mysterious patterns, his handsome face with sharp lines, his eyes lightly closed.

Still indifferent and alienated.

It's just that the thin lips that were originally pursed into a straight line, for some reason, were lifted slightly and curved.

It looks evil, but it is more bloodthirsty.

The eight members of Yulin Fenglang, apart from Kaiyuehu, unexpectedly got together and stood respectfully three feet away from the chopping board.

The atmosphere is not just indifferent, but more sinister and weird.

Prime Minister Zhichen stood not far from the seven of them, dressed in a white robe, with a gentle face, and the radiance in his eyes couldn't conceal the sharpness.

The air seemed to freeze.

Yu Wei's face was respectful, but his brows were frowning enough to kill a fly.

There is still a hard-to-find...panic in the eyes.

Hearing the rare magnetism of the person on the high platform,
"Dumb?"

A shallow sentence made the already depressing atmosphere even more desolate.

Today is the fourth day of An Ran's journey, one day's journey on the road, and three days of staying in the Western Medicine Furnace.

(End of this chapter)