Chapter 1275

A piece of paper hidden in his sleeve accidentally fell out.

She didn't care about the paper. As a result, Yang Xuan himself looked like this, but he was still very nervous and wanted to pick up the paper.

When his bloody hand was about to touch the paper, Su ye took a step faster than him and picked up the paper.

Yang Xuan was suddenly excited,

"Give it back!"

She stood up, took a step back and spread the paper.

Then a portrait appeared in front of her.

The person in the painting is dressed in red, with scattered ink hair, a handsome face and half closed eyes, sitting on a chair in a lazy posture.

Manzhu shahua in the corner of the eye is particularly vivid.

Suye stared at the picture for a while.

Then he lowered his head and looked at Yang Xuan. He smiled and fell a sentence

"Well done."

Then he put the small picture into his sleeve.

Her action caused Yang Xuan to collapse directly

"That's my painting!"

Su Ye's eyelids were picked, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared

"It's your painting, but the person in the painting is mine."

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As soon as she said this, Yang Xuan's body stagnated and his mind was in a trance for a moment.

Su Ye sneers

"The position of the head of the house is not yours, but you think about it. You also think about the man who is not yours.

In his whole life, young master Yang Xuan can't see his own things, but he cares about other people's things. "

The voice fell, and Yang Xuan vomited blood again.

As soon as her voice fell, she felt a sense of killing pouring in.

Just listen to the swish sound and shoot straight in her direction.

A short arrow rubbed her hair and shot at the post behind her. Another bow and arrow shot directly into Yang Xuan's body.

The wound is not fatal, but the short arrow is poisonous.

Yang Xuan lay on the ground, dying.

Su Ye bent down, pulled out the short arrow and looked at the arrow.

Look down at Yang Xuan.

Song Jue didn't know when he came over. He also looked at the arrow. The fox's eyes rose slightly

"It's hopeless."

The voice fell, and Su Ye threw the short arrow to the ground.

He was thoughtful

"I didn't notice anyone approaching."

Su Ye stared quietly at the direction of the gate, followed and quickly caught up.

In his hand, Brahma Aya quickly flew out, floating in mid air with one end tied to Su Ye's wrist.

With the guidance of Brahma Aya and her physical quality, she is really good.

All the way to a mountain outside the imperial city.

She was farther and farther away from the Imperial City, and from a distance she saw the pale golden sacred tree standing in the Imperial City shining high over the Yang family.

It's beautiful.

It's just.

She stared at her hand quietly for a while, because the sacred tree was stripped from her body, and her strength seemed to be disappearing.

She reached out, bang!

Knock on the big tree next to it.

The tree was unharmed and no leaf fell.

But her hand was swollen all at once, and the pain came in an instant.

Su ye, who was just excited to chase people, suddenly disappeared the smile on his face and turned around and began to go back.

However, Fanhua Ling didn't seem to feel the master's mood.

He kept pulling Su Ye's wrist and pulled her forward.

Seems to be telling Su ye to go to the other side to find the bad guys.

Su Ye remained indifferent and continued to turn around.

By the way, put the Brahma damask into his sleeve.

But just after two steps, she turned her head sideways, looked somewhere and stared quietly for a while.

This familiar feeling, he's here?

The wind came out, the grass rustled and there was nothing.

Instead, a laugh sounded from behind her.