Chapter 47 Man in Ink Robe

The man in black with blue eyes did not seem to be afraid of this murder, but his eyes sparkled with bright light. Looking at the figure approaching him step by step was so expectant. It seems that I have waited for a long time at this moment.

"Get up." The cold sound is not a trace of temperature. The man came to the two and stopped, standing indifferently with his hands on his back. Because the mask only had the lower half of his face, he could see what he was saying. His thin lips opened gently, and the man slowly said, "Has the worm retrieved it?"

The two got up, and one of them said in black: "Yes, the maggot has been successfully retrieved." With that, she took out a letter from her chest and handed it to the person, and said respectfully, "This is a letter that the prince asked Meier to give to Shaozun. Please have a look."

Mei'er is the blue charm, and the other person, of course, is undoubtedly a witch.

The person took the letter but did not open it, but put it directly in his hand, holding the letter with two fingers, and letting Buddha feel the contents of the letter with his heart. For a moment, a cold arc slightly appeared on the corners of the man's mouth. Obviously, he was more satisfied with the things in the letter, and then Xin Zhang also turned into ashes at his fingertips.

"Go back and tell the prince that I have my own plans." The person who came said lightly. If nothing happens, you can leave."

Lan Mei and the witch looked at each other. The witch wanted to leave, but Lan Mei seemed to be a little reluctant. After thinking about it for a long time, she said, "Is it a habit to live here?"

The person did not answer, but looked at Lan Mei indifferently and nodded gently, but there was a hint of warning in those eyes.

Lan Mei did not dare to look directly at the visitor and lowered her head and didn't know what to say. The witch seemed to be very afraid of the visitor and stood there and did not dare to move at all.

The man said again, "Go back and remember what I said. The prince's decision is my decision."

Lang Mei raised her eyes, but she didn't know that the person had turned her back to her. Lan Mei didn't dare to say anything more, so she had to arch her hand and said seriously, "Then be more careful, Mei'er will leave first."

After saying that, he looked deeply at the back of the person again, and the blue charm and the witch turned into a dark shadow and disappeared into the night.

The man in ink robe did not plan to leave. He stared at the boundless night and seemed to enjoy the feeling. However, he suddenly turned his eyes and looked behind him, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were satisfied with a trace of play.

"Since you're here, why don't you come out and see each other?" The man said lightly, his voice was very light, but with deadly coldness.

In the dark, you can faintly see the slowly coming figure of Canglan, calm and calm. She wanted to go back to the breeze, but in this sea of pears, she got lost.

The distance between the two is only one foot. Although the surroundings are extremely dark, it is not difficult to see each other's appearance. The man in ink robe is still very indifferent, without surprise or surprise, as if he had already expected the appearance of the vicissitudes.

"So you really exist." Cang Lan looked at the person in front of her and could be said to have read it carefully. This sentence was also the only thing she could say. Such a person existed. The person she saw in a coma when she fell from heaven was a real existence, not her own dream.

A touch of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the man in ink robe smiled and said, "Hasn't I ever really existed in your consciousness?"

Cang Lan said lightly, "That's true."

Although Canglan did remember this person, she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, so she never thought about it, let alone explore it.

The night is very quiet.

The wind around is still a little cold, and the tall and cold figure of the man in ink robe looks even more frightening.

"Now that my existence has been confirmed, what do you want to do?" The man in the ink robe raised his hand and brushed the green silk under his ears and said quietly, "You must have heard our conversation just now. I know that your friend's insects are under us, so will you want to avenge him at this moment?"

Cang Lan smiled coldly, "What do you think?"

When the words fell, the true air in his hand condensed, and the cold sword was in his hand, and the cold sword surrounded the man in the ink robe with its powerful spiritual power, so he looked even colder.

"That's all, so no matter who you are, it's wrong to hurt Jiuyin." Canglan's tone is much colder than usual, and it is also because the strong breath of the person in front of her has made her dare not relax.

What's more, she has been unable to find a way to vent her inner depression about what just happened. If she can fight with the people in front of her, she is willing to.

The man in ink robe didn't seem to want to fight. He put down his hand and looked at Canglan's locked eyebrows, "Do you believe in your ability? Or can't tell the situation? I know that if I can't beat it, I still have to fight.

Canglan said coldly, "Whether this is the case, you will know after trying. Listening to your conversation, what you planned is by no means a good thing. Otherwise, there is no need to be so sneaky. Even if I can't kill you, I will never let you harm others again.

When the words fell, the man had stabbed the man in ink robe with a cold sword, and the speed was simply speechless. One foot away, whoever does it first can only avoid it. Because he knew that the other party would hide, Canglan's sword only used very little power.

But it seemed that Cang Lan was wrong. Seeing that the sword was about to pierce his chest, the man still stood there calmly, staring at Cang Lan with an unfathomable smile at the corners of his mouth.

The sword stopped less than half an inch close to his chest, and the cold sword wind brushed his hair, but he was still calm.

Cang Lan looked at the man in ink robe in surprise and asked unbelievably, "Why don't you hide?"

The man in the ink robe smiled coldly, "You can be soft-hearted at such a distance."

"What?" Cang Lan was stunned.

"Will you kill someone you don't know before you find out the truth? What's more, if you haven't figured out some things, you will regret killing me like this. The man in the ink robe still said indifferently, regardless of the surprise in Cang Lan's eyes. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the cold sword. He didn't know whether it was the reason why the owner did not pour internal force into it, and the coldness of the sword itself was weakening.

"This sword doesn't seem to want to kill me."

After the man finished saying this, Cang Lan found that he had been stunned for a long time. When he looked at the cold sword, he did feel that the cold sword was a little abnormal. He looked coldly at the man in the ink robe, but his hand holding the cold sword gradually put down and looked at the cold mask, "Who the hell are you?"

The man in the ink robe took two steps forward, but Cang Lan subconsciously retreated, and the man in the ink robe still smiled faintly, "What? Are you afraid of me?

Cang Lan glanced at him and didn't say anything.

The man in ink robe said again, "It doesn't matter to you who I am, but your identity is a threat to me. How do you think I should punish you? As you said, what we have done is by no means a good thing, so if you tell the people of Xuanyue Valley that you met me here, our plan will fail, and the consequences will be very serious for me.

The tone is as light as the evening breeze, with temptation and threat.

The next moment, Cang Lan suddenly felt that he had underestimated the person in front of him. As a murderous spirit had hit Canglan, I couldn't think much about it. Just when Canglan's heart secretly said that it was not easy to prepare to fight back, the figure of the man in the ink robe had flashed behind her like a ghost, and the snow-white jade neck had been tightly circled by the man's elbow.

"The reaction is not slow, but it's too easy to trust people." The man in ink robe said softly, and his breath hit the back of Canglan's neck, making her whole body cool.

Cang Lan did believe in him. Since the sword just now, he has been calculating Cang Lan. The reason why she didn't avoid it was to gain Cang Lan's trust so that she could fight back when she was unprepared, so that the chance of winning would be much easier.

You should know that no matter how powerful the man in the ink robe is, the person he faces is also the owner of the palace who hates the sky. If the two confront each other, it will definitely shock the people in Xuanyue Valley. Of course, this is not what the ink robe man is happy to see.

Cang Lan only felt that his whole body was suppressed by him, and his throat was difficult to breathe, but there was no sign of being broken, but he did not kill himself or let go. He stared at the man behind him coldly. Cang Lan asked, "What on earth do you want?"

"What do you think?"

Cang Lanqing smiled coldly, "I really don't know people like you."

Huh? People like me?" The smile at the corners of the man's mouth gradually faded and stared at Canglan again. At such a close distance, he could clearly smell the faint fragrance of her hair. The dark hair was as smooth as silk. He couldn't help raising his other hand to touch, "What's wrong with a person like me? What's wrong with people like me?"

He felt that the words were a mockery, so the last sentence was shouted with a strong anger, and the strength of his elbows also intensified. For a moment, Cang Lan felt that he would suffocate to death.

Lan Ge, who was far away from the other side of the sea, suddenly tightened his eyebrows, as if he felt something. He looked back at the boundless night, and his eyes flashed with doubtful eyes.

Cang Lan still stared at the people behind her coldly, and she could feel his anger, because the murderous atmosphere had surrounded her and couldn't breathe. But how can his hand touch his hair? You should know that this is a taboo for Canglan. A long time ago, the man also touched his head and whispered his name with a spoiled face.

He is always so gentle and elegant, but also so ruthless.

Those pictures are just a kind of despair for Cang Lan, so she doesn't want to resist anymore and wait for the death sentence.

Maybe she found that Canglan had been disheartened, but the man's eyes flashed unbearable for a moment. The next moment, the Canglan person had been pushed to the ground by the man. Canglan, who had been free, could finally breathe freely, but without waiting for her to ease her breath, the man in the ink robe had squatted in the front half of his body and looked down at Canglan, "As a hatred The owner of Tianshui Moon Palace doesn't even have the ability to protect himself. You really failed.

Cang Lan coughed violently and even broke his throat several times, but the words of the man in ink robe went deep into his heart.

"You can choose to tell the people of Xuanyue Valley about tonight, but if that's the case, I can't guarantee that they will die faster." The man in ink robe looked straight at Cang Lan, as if he were warning her.

Facing that look, Canglan didn't believe that he could really do anything about Xuanyue Valley, the first fairy gate in the world. She didn't believe that such a person could destroy it, not to mention that there were immortals in heaven.

The man in the ink robe still said lightly, "You can doubt my ability, but this consequence is by no means what you said you can bear. Jiuyin is weak now. Can you guarantee that you will protect him step by step?"

Cang Lan looked at him in consternation and hatred.

The man in the ink robe turned a blind eye to that look, "As long as you hide what happened tonight, I will naturally not hurt the people around you. Similarly, I can answer the deepest confusion in your heart."

The deepest confusion?