Queen Flower

Xiao Yan's figure gradually disappeared from sight, and this time he would not turn back.

Jiang Lan stood there, watching him leave, his heart was soft and uncomfortable.

It's just that it's not only her who is suffering now, but also those three men. Their eyes have never left her since she was carried off by Xiao Yan.

Her hair is a little messy, and although her clothes are intact, there are obvious folds. The most eye-catching is her face. Her jewel-like eyes seem to have spring water flowing in her veins. The sheer fascination makes one cannot help but imagine how they must have been so tragic just now.

She turned and walked over, her footsteps were light, she landed silently, and unconsciously carried a seductive breath, as if she had suddenly transformed from a spotless holy goddess into a soul-sucking witch, her eyes were slanted. Glancing sideways, it is like a deep call, and a silent temptation, making people sink and degenerate, but they have no regrets and no regrets.

If it used to be a white lotus growing out of water, it is now a poppy.

It's just that after leaving with Xiao Yan for a while, she suddenly became like this.

Yan Zhan's body tightened and his mouth was bitter, no matter how he couldn't calm down, even Murong Xiling and Xia Henqiu were now sitting on pins and needles.

Suddenly, Yan Zhan slammed his legs, and the **** hair under him rushed out like a madman, and ran straight up the mountain, without the danger of narrow pipes, and soon disappeared, leaving only the smoke and dust in the sky.

"He's crazy, it's so dangerous." Jiang Lan led the horse to the side of Murong Xiling and Xia Henqiu, looking in Yan Zhan's direction.

Xia Henqiu turned the horse's head and walked slowly, sighing in his heart, he was about to be suffocated by you, and the saints will be tortured to madness by you, not to mention Yan Zhan.

Murong Xiling dismounted and walked beside Jiang Lan. After a long silence, he couldn't help but say, "Is he that good?"

Jiang Lan looked back at him, wanted to open his mouth to speak but couldn't, so he could only say softly, "Master..."

Murong Xiling reached out and took the leaves from her hair, straightened her long hair with his fingers, the fragrance flowing between his fingers, he lowered his head and kissed the long hair, buried his face in her black hair, and his voice spread slowly. Come, "Like it if you like it. Just don't forget me."

Jiang Lan looked at the sky and sighed.

Xiao Yan left, Liupanshan remained, but Yan Zhan was silent. There was no expression on his resolute face. It was very cruel to train soldiers, including Jiang Lan.

Don't forget that Jiang Lan has to learn Zhao's marksmanship from him. When Jiang Lan remembered this incident, her scalp felt numb.

She doesn't want to learn at all, she can't learn.

But, no, this is Liupanshan, Zhao family's marksmanship is the symbol of Liupanshan, and it is the only thing Zhao Ting left behind. It is a prop that people use to commemorate and cherish her, and more importantly, she Jiang Lan is also the successor of Zhao Jiagun.

Jiang Lan stood in front of Yan Zhan with a bright silver gun. Struggling.

Yan Zhan's face was expressionless, his dark gray eyes were deep and quiet, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking. He just showed her the moves that Zhao Ting dictated, move by move, and then asked her to do it again.

Yan Zhan really has been trained since childhood. The foundation is very good, and it is taught like that. He actually learned that a long spear in his hand is unpredictable and infinitely deified. When he makes a move, he is unstoppable. The virtual and the real are inseparable. He was tall and strong, but exceptionally strong and flexible. The muscles on his arms were stretched and powerful, and the red tassel on the gun twitched.

He's so handsome, Jiang Lan sighed in his heart, except that his face darkened a little and his height was a little taller, that is Zhao Zilong's reappearance, he can get it with this bright silver gun, and let her learn what to do, this is not a successor.

"Did you understand?" Yan Zhan stood in front of her and said tirelessly. I don't know how many times this is today's drill. Fortunately, Jiang Lan was very self-aware and chose a place where no one was there, otherwise Now she wasn't about to lose face and be thrown into the Pacific.

Zhao Ting is really unlucky, famous for a lifetime, but she chose such an idiot in the end, and Jiang Lan, who also considers herself unlucky, how could she agree to learn it? Also found Yan Zhan to accompany the study.

Who is Yan Zhan? She is meticulous in training her, just like treating his soldiers, very harsh and cruel.

Jiang Lan's eyes widened with anger, and he scolded him in his heart. What a good teacher, he never forced him, Xiao Yan was also very good, and he would not teach her if she could learn. How could he be like this person, stubborn and stubborn. It is impossible for her to learn, and she will fall to the ground after repeated drills.

Jiang Lan pouted and rolled his eyes at him, "I don't understand, I can't learn it." She hated learning these martial arts tricks the most in her life. She is a sports idiot.

Yan Zhan's eyes flickered, he put down the gun in his hand, stood behind her and stretched out his hand to hold her hand, hand in hand to teach her every move and every style, over and over again, tirelessly.

He was too tall, so it was very hard to teach her. He had to bend down. When Jiang Lan looked back, he saw his thick eyebrows and pursed lips. His bronzed face was covered in sweat, and the hair on his temples was all wet. .

She suddenly felt very unbearable, she was an idiot, but she didn't mean to let others suffer with her. So she stopped the movements in her hands, "I'm very tired, take a rest."

Yan Zhan was silent for a while, then slowly let go of his hand. He glanced at Jiang Lan, walked to a large rock and sat down.

He sat silently, without saying a word, his face was calm, but Jiang Lan felt that something was wrong. Yan Zhan was not like this. Even if he was ruthless in the past, he was full of high-spirited spirit. There was always a pride and heroic spirit about him. Now, it is very depressed and gloomy.

She walked over to him and sat down, "What's the matter with you, do you miss the life in the Celestial Dynasty?"

Yan Zhan looked back at her with deep eyes, and after a long time he said, "Is he the only one in your heart?"

Jiang Lan was stunned for a moment before realizing who he was referring to?

"Isn't it?" he asked persistently, his hand beside his leg clenched into a fist.

"No." Jiang Lan looked at the gloomy forest, and decided not to lie anymore, "Yan Zhan, you are a good person, but, not to mention whether I can go home in the end, you also know my current situation, I don't want to hurt you, do you understand?."

She stood up and left with a gun, "Let's practice tomorrow."

She walked a few steps, and his voice sounded behind her, serious and persistent, strong and powerful, "I am willing to be harmed by you."

Jiang Lan stopped and continued to walk forward, shook his head, but did not answer, but said in his heart, "But I don't want to, I don't want to hurt you."

Yan Zhan didn't catch up. He stood up and looked at the majestic mountains. His depressed heart gradually opened up. She said that Xiao Yan was not the only one in her heart. She said that she didn't want to hurt him, but she didn't say that she hated him.

The day he got off the guillotine, he was killed by her, and he was willing to be killed by her for a lifetime.