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Chapter 143 Did You Hear Something?

Yan Wanwan pursed her lips and did not reply, but Yan Zheng heard the answer from her silence.

"Suppose...the mark was left that day, which means that Xiao Rang came back, and the truth of the matter..." Wouldn't it be good to ask him?And this kind of thing, didn't Xiao Rang tell her when she reunited with Xiao Rang?

Yan Zheng didn't say what happened next, because Yan Wanwan suddenly raised his eyelashes to look at him, but there was a hint of shock and bewilderment in his rippling eyes.

Of course Xiao Rang told her, he said...

"Don't think about it, lady." Yan Zheng suddenly interrupted her chaotic thoughts, leaned against her, and held her hand tightly, "This is at least a clue, just ask when I see Xiao Rang, It's pointless for us to think too much here, what do you think?" His tone, which was always clear and calm, fell into Yan Wanwan's ears at this moment, but it seemed like a reassurance, gradually calming down her chaotic thoughts.

She nodded slightly, restrained her thoughts, and held his hand with her backhand, as if she could draw courage and strength from that palm.

"Let's go!" After a moment of delay, Yan Zheng said softly.

Yan Wanwan nodded, raised her eyes and looked around for a while, and at the same time retracted her gaze, she took the lead in turning around and taking a step, as decisive as always.

The two walked silently along the path among the weeds, and when they passed a dilapidated pavilion, Yan Wanwan's footsteps slowed slightly, and then took another step.

Yan Zheng stopped suddenly, but instead pulled Yan Wanwan to stop.

"What's wrong?" Yan Wanwan turned around and looked at him strangely.

"Did you hear anything?" Yan Zheng asked, staring in the direction of the pavilion.

sound?what sound?Yan Wanwan frowned and shook her head, "I didn't hear anything, what did you hear?"

hear what?heard-

"Xiao Rang, Xiaoyu! Come here quickly and see if you have grown taller this year?"

It was a man's voice, clear and gentle, with a smile, it came slowly, like a spring breeze blowing on the face, and it felt warm in the heart when it fell into the ears.

When Yan Zheng listened carefully, he couldn't hear anything, as if it was really just his hallucination.

He frowned and walked towards the pavilion.

Their hands were held together, but he didn't let go, as soon as he moved, Yan Wanwan followed him and was led to that place.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Wanwan asked with a frown as something was wrong with him.

Yan Zheng ignored her, and led her to the side of the pavilion. He raised his hand and lightly stroked one of the four pavilion pillars. visible.

However, Yan Zheng could clearly see the line in it—Yu'er, September [-]th, the sixth year of Yanhe, and further up, there was another trace with the same date written beside it, but the name was A Rang.

A Rang... In a trance, it seemed that he heard another voice shouting, come here...

This time it was a female voice, not soft, but crisp and clear like a flowing spring.

These are... Yan Zheng's head suddenly felt a little painful, and his brain seemed to be pricked by fine needles, one after another, gradually getting faster and denser...

Yan Wanwan saw that Yan Zheng's expression was inexplicably caressing the trace left by her and Xiao Rang when they measured their heights on the pavilion pillar, and was about to ask something, but saw that Yan Zheng's face turned pale, his brows were tightly frowned, and he didn't look very happy. Alright, she raised her hand and lightly put it on his shoulder, not daring to disturb him for no reason, and saw him suddenly close his eyes tightly, and at the same time his figure swayed suddenly.

She was startled, and quickly reached out to hold him tightly, "What's wrong with you?"

However, before he could answer, a slight change in the wind came into her ears, "Be careful!" She stretched out her hand and pushed Yan Zheng away, and at the same time she withdrew her body, a piercing sound hit her ear, from her ear Passing by, the sharp light took a strand of hair from her sideburns, and nailed it into the pavilion post behind her with a bang. It was a meteor dart, glowing faintly blue in the dark night.

Yan Wanwan didn't care to look any further, pulled out the soft sword at his waist, and slashed in the air. With a "ding", he blocked another meteor dart, and three black shadows jumped out of the messy grass in front of him. They are all covered with black scarves, only showing a pair of eyes.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zheng appeared just in case.

Yan Wanwan was fearless, and attacked with a sword, the sword snaked, wandering among the three figures, and directly grabbed the wrists or legs of several people, intending to keep them alive.

Those few people were unlucky, but coming up is a killer move, ruthless and leaving no way out.

Yan Wanwan's martial arts skills have already reached her own level, not to mention being on top of Tiandi Sword and Huahuashou, but she is no longer limited by their moves. The opening and closing of Tiandijian and the lightness of Huahuashou The softness has been blended into one place by her, and when she uses it, there will be another world, but the person who confronts her will be caged in her world, with nowhere to escape.

In the two sounds of "Kang Dang" in no particular order, two of the three men in black were thrown to the ground with their weapons in their hands, and the other one's knee was cut by the sword energy, and he groaned and knelt down.

Yan Wanwan was about to step forward to ask carefully, but saw the person who fell on the ground twitching and foaming at the mouth. Immediately afterwards, the other two people also fell to the ground, in the same condition as him, this is a sign of poisoning.Yan Wanwan's face was livid, he had taken the poison early in the morning, and he was actually a dead man.

"It's not that we took the poison early in the morning. It's because we were aware of our existence that we took the poison. It would be the best if we can kill us. If not, we don't want to get any news from them." A hand that was slightly cold and soaked in cold sweat stretched out from behind, and gently pressed the back of her hand that was holding the sword hilt tightly. Yan Zheng's voice was still warm, but a bit weak.

When Yan Wanwan turned her head, she saw that his face was bloodless, pale in the night, and even the color of his lips was so pale that it was almost invisible.

She raised her hand to support his side, and asked softly, "How are you?" The concern in Qingling's eyes couldn't be hidden.

Yan Zheng shook his head lightly, staring at a certain place in the darkness with a serious expression, "Go! Go!"

Yan Wanwan sensed a change in his complexion, looked up, and saw a little fire not far away gradually expanding, it was spreading from the house they had just come over.The garden was full of dead trees and weeds, and there was wind. The fire spread extremely fast, swallowing half of the yard in the blink of an eye.

"Go!" In a daze, her shoulders were tightly clasped, and there was some pain. Yan Zheng grabbed her, half-dragged and half-hugged her two steps away, she woke up in a daze, gritted her teeth, and supported him He ran for dozens of steps until he reached the bottom of the wall, tapped his foot, and led him over the top of the wall. After falling down, he sprinted for a few more steps, and then stopped suddenly when he was sure it was safe. He turned his head and looked at the courtyard engulfed by flames in the night. Wanwan bit her lip tightly, her whole body stiffened.

"Since those people have arrived here, they will not let them go anywhere else, we can't delay any longer, we have to be ahead of them..." Yan Zheng's words suddenly came from his ear, with a serious tone.

Yan Wanwan suddenly regained consciousness and turned around.

Just as Yan Zheng rushed out of the wall, his stooped figure was now hurriedly getting up from the ground, who knows, but after taking two quick steps, his eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground.

"Yanxue'an!" Yan Wanwan's cry was instantly swallowed by the swarming darkness, as if separated by clouds.

(End of this chapter)