"What are you talking about?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"I should be able to remember it, why can't I remember it." Xing Huan Qianji murmured to himself, but did not answer her question.
Mu Hanyan didn't ask anymore. In the past, she regarded the Xinghuan Qianji as a magical weapon, but now she no longer thinks so. She just thinks that this guy is talking like a god, and he looks more and more like a real human being. People will have troubles, and when he is troubled, Mu Hanyan doesn't want to disturb his thoughts.
Her expression became serious, Xing Huan Qian Ji said that someone is coming, there is no mistake. And with her current strength, no one below the sword master can hide it from her eyes and ears, unless the person is above the sword master.
Mu Hanyan thought of the assassin he met not long after his rebirth, and the assassin Yan Yu first met, with murderous intent in his eyes, and slowly grasped the hilt of his sword.
Her breathing became extremely gentle, and the hand holding the sword was also unusually stable.
No matter who came, even if it was a sword master, Mu Hanyan had the confidence to hit him hard with the sword.
A gust of night wind suddenly passed by, and the door was still tightly closed, but Mu Hanyan could feel that, just in the blink of an eye, the door was opened and then closed quickly. Such a fast speed, if it wasn't for that ray of cold air, Mu Hanyan would hardly have noticed that the door had been opened.
A ghostly black shadow also floated over without making a sound.
As soon as Mu Hanyan moved his finger, he was about to draw his sword and stab him.
"Don't kill him!" At this moment, Xinghuan Qianji exclaimed urgently.
Mu Hanyan's fingers had almost popped out of the blade, and when he heard Xinghuan Qianji's anxious cry, he stopped immediately.
"I can't kill him, you can't kill him." In my ears, I heard Xinghuan Qianji's voice of relief again, and there seemed to be some inexplicable sadness.
Full of doubts, Mu Hanyan opened her eyes slightly in the darkness, and a vague face came into view.
Ye Yanran!
Sure enough, she was not afraid of thieves stealing, but she was afraid of thieves thinking about her. Mu Hanyan didn't expect that she would come to the door so soon.
Mu Hanyan breathed a sigh of relief. Although Ye Yanran's ghostly body was three points more weird than Jiang Yuzhe's, making it impossible to guard against, but after all, she was only an eighth-level swordsman and did not pose any threat to her.
Mu Hanyan let go of her fingers gripping the hilt of the sword, and stared at Ye Yanran with a faint light, trying to see what she was trying to do.
Ye Yanran guessed that she hadn't fully adapted to the darkness in the room, so she stood for a while before looking towards the direction where Mu Hanyan was lying flat, and played a series of hand moves in her hands.
Faint waves of light like water ripples flashed outside the body, feeling like being enveloped by an invisible transparent cover.
Enchantment! Mu Hanyan was greatly surprised. According to the rumors, this is an extremely powerful and extremely miraculous art, but it has been lost as early as ten thousand years ago. Perhaps some extremely ancient families or academies can still find a few ancient books, but they are all incomplete, or cannot be used , or there is a fatal deficiency.
Although the legend about the enchantment is too far away, Mu Hanyan can be sure that this is the result of the legend if he has never eaten pork but has seen pigs running, and seeing the fantastic ripples of light.
Mu Hanyan became more and more curious about Ye Yanran. First, she had a ghost-like movement, which was a bit weirder than Jiang Yuzhe's Shadowless Sword. Then, it was the legendary enchantment technique that had long been lost. This Ye Yanran What is it all about? Is it really as simple as a female snitch
With the formation of the enchantment, Mu Hanyan suddenly felt that his body became heavy, and boundless tiredness also flooded in, making people just want to close their eyes and have a good sleep.