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He was about to speak.

The next second, the figure gracefully entered the room and directly embraced Lin Xuan.

The movement was so fast it was like a gust of wind; he didn't even have time to react.

A warm body pressed against him, its soft curves against his chest, and long, wine-red hair brushed against his cheeks, tickling him.

Lin Xuan showed no excitement whatsoever.

Instead, my whole body tensed up.

The flying sword within his dantian was restless and ready to be unleashed; it could fly out at the slightest thought.

"Don't be nervous, little brother~"

Her voice was languid and alluring, like a cat's claws gently scratching at the heart.

With a hint of a smile and a touch of flirtation.

Snapped!

The door was closed.

Then the lights were turned off.

The archive was plunged into darkness, with only a faint light filtering in from the corridor outside, casting a thin line of light through the crack in the door.

In the darkness, the two embraced tightly.

Lin Xuan could feel her body temperature, which was transmitted through her thin clothes.

He could feel her heartbeat, steady and slow, a stark contrast to his rapid heartbeat.

The most dangerous thing was her breathing.

Warm breath sprayed onto his neck.

Just as Lin Xuan was about to speak, he felt a warm, wet sensation on his neck.

A soft tongue licked his neck.

The touch was smooth and warm.

"Little brother...I miss him so much..."

Her voice was very soft, as soft as a dream.

With a touch of intoxication, a touch of longing, and a touch of obsession.

"I really want to... drink your blood~"

The woman's voice echoed in the darkness.

Her teeth were lightly biting his skin, as if she was restraining herself, or as if she was testing him.

Lin Xuan felt a chill run down his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

The scent of roses, mingled with her body heat, filled the small archive, stirring the soul.

But he did not become addicted; instead, he became even more clear-headed.

"Let go."

Lin Xuan spoke in a cold voice, his tone as if frozen.

The flying sword in her dantian had somehow appeared behind the woman.

The red blade glowed eerily in the darkness, hovering in mid-air, its tip aimed directly at the woman's heart.

Yes.

This woman is none other than that crazy bitch in the small park!

She actually infiltrated the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance all by herself!

This is something only a madman could do!

Despite her current appearance of being in heat, with her glazed eyes and suggestive actions, Lin Xuan had no doubts.

She could pierce herself ruthlessly in the next moment!

Beneath that alluring face lay a deadly intent.

"Little brother, why are you so fierce? Didn't you want to call me?

The woman didn't let go; instead, she became even more audacious.

Her voice carried a hint of reproach and a touch of coquetry.

Her slender hands began to caress Lin Xuan's chest, her fingertips tracing his muscle lines through his clothes.

"What well-developed muscles."

She sighed, her voice full of admiration.

"I regret it. Even if you don't join us, I still want to sleep with you."

As she spoke, she actually started to tear off Lin Xuan's clothes.

Her fingers hooked around his collar and pulled it down, revealing his collarbone and chest skin.

Her eyes became unfocused, and her breathing quickened.

hum!

With a buzzing sound, Lin Xuan did not hesitate at all and directly controlled the flying sword to stab at her!

A flash of red sword light appeared in the darkness, as fast as lightning, heading straight for the woman's back!

when!

With a crisp sound, the anticipated attack failed.

A dark red dagger appeared behind the woman at some unknown time, precisely blocking the fatal blow of the flying sword.

The two weapons collided in mid-air, sending sparks flying.

Lin Xuan frowned, sighing inwardly:

So fast!

He didn't even see when the dagger moved or from which direction.

It was as if the dagger was always in that spot, waiting for the flying sword to crash into it.

"Little brother, you can't play with swords, spears, and clubs like that."

The woman smiled and licked her lips, her tongue slowly gliding across her red lips, leaving a moist trail.

"You think you can succeed in ambushing me again this time, just like you did last time?"

Her hand moved down, sliding from Lin Xuan's chest to his abdomen, and then down even further.

"Wow, that's quite a strong reaction."

She raised her eyebrows, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

"How about we try a different fighting style? I promise, it'll be much more comfortable than a direct fight."

Lin Xuan wanted to back away.

But the little room was extremely cramped, only two or three square meters, and was filled with old cabinets and file boxes.

Plus, the woman was pressed close to him.

He hadn't taken two steps back when the two of them were squeezed into a corner, his back against the cold wall and the woman's warm body in front of him.

He tried to fight back, but the woman in front of him held his strength firmly in check.

Her hands gripped his wrists like iron clamps; her seemingly slender arms contained astonishing strength.

He tried to circulate his true energy to break free, but each time he exerted force, she skillfully deflected it.

For a moment, he really didn't have the strength to fight back.

Fifth order?

Or is it sixth order?

He couldn't fathom the depths of this woman's character at all.

"Xia Guang, you killed him."

Lin Xuan simply gave up struggling. He looked down at the extremely sexy woman and spoke in a cold voice.

He looked directly into her eyes without flinching.

They split up and acted separately...

The first time I met her, she said the same thing to me.

Leaving is fine, but we should go our separate ways.

At the time, he thought it was just a joke, that she was just being mysterious.

But today, he found out.

This madman is truly capable of doing something like this!

A fifth-level ancient martial arts master was beheaded by her sword without even a chance to resist.

This strength and ruthlessness sent chills down Lin Xuan's spine.

"Not too stupid, huh?"

The woman smiled, a smile that carried a hint of approval and a touch of pride.

"Then guess why I killed him?"

She took a deep breath of Lin Xuan's scent, buried her face in his neck, as if savoring some rare delicacy.

The tip of her nose gently brushed against his skin, from his neck to his shoulder, and from his shoulder to his collarbone.

The breath was warm and long, carrying a greedy enjoyment.

On the other side, Lin Xuan controlled the flying sword, constantly trying to break through the dagger's defense.

The red sword light clashed with the dark red dagger, sparks flying in the darkness.

But each time it was precisely blocked, unable to advance even an inch.

There has been no result.

He could only helplessly accept one fact:

Compared to this madman, my skill in controlling the flying sword is nothing!

This woman has become able to control the dagger at will.

The dagger was like a part of her body, as responsive as an arm or finger, moving with every thought.

He controls the flying sword himself.

It is still in the initial stage and requires deliberate activation, which consumes a large amount of true essence.

It's not even close.

Lin Xuan sighed inwardly.

But he was not discouraged; instead, he silently noted the gap in his mind.

Seeing that she hadn't actually attacked him, but was just harassing him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, she had no intention of killing.

"You...you want to help me."

Lin Xuan spoke, not in a questioning tone, but directly stating his position.

"Oh?"

A smile appeared on the woman's face.

She reached out and gently touched Lin Xuan's cheek with her slender fingers.

Tell me about it.

"Can you let me go first?"

Lin Xuan spoke.

"That won't work."

The woman shook her head, her tone coquettish.

"Speak up, or I'll really taste your blood."

As she spoke, she pressed her shiny fingernails against Lin Xuan's neck.

The nails were long and sharp, painted with dark red nail polish, gleaming eerily in the darkness.

It only takes the slightest movement to cut the skin.