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Yan Han smiled and did not pursue the sudden hole that appeared from underground, nor did he bother about He Lan Xue's appearance. Instead, he smiled from the bottom of his heart, walked towards her and said, "It's good that you're fine, I've been worried about you."

When he was in the cave, what he was worried about was not whether he could get out, but whether his missing lover was safe or not.

Yan Han had never experienced this kind of situation where a woman lowered his position to a very low level. He was both novel and natural, and would even feel lucky.

He was glad that there was such a person in his life who could make him ignore him.

Her lover also returned a smile. His face was dirty, because that smile of the first moon that cut through the clouds was shining brightly, as if it was going to illuminate this gray stone room. "I'm fine, very good."

He Lan Xue was sensitive to the tacit understanding between them. She suddenly felt a wave of discomfort in her heart. Just as she was depressed, He Lan Man's face suddenly became cold as she coldly said, "Third Brother, just now, he – just now he was rude to me!"

Helan Xue was shocked. She lowered her head and looked at her beloved younger sister. "What?"

He Lan raised her gorgeous face and firmly stared at her. She enunciated every word, "Just now, he forcefully — — forced me to … If you don't believe me, look! "

As he finished speaking, He Lan Lu broke free from He Lan Xue's restraints and took a step back. Then, he suddenly tore off the cloak on his body.

The cloak Yan Han had given her.

Under the cloak, Helan's clothes were in a mess. There were many bruises on her snow-white chest, as if she was still in love with someone.

Her lover tilted his head as he looked at her, a trace of confusion appearing in the depths of his clear eyes.

Yan Han's attitude was cold and unmoved.

But He Lan Xue was very angry. Those scars were like fire, burning into his heart.

"You pervert!" It was hard to tell if these four words were meant for Heran or his lover.

Yan Han only had enough time to glance at his wife, but he did not see the suspicion or anger in her eyes.

Yan Han's heart was at ease as he immediately went to greet He Lan Xue.

Even without the disturbance caused by He Lan You, he still found He Lan Xue an eyesore.

Men are always aggressive, thought Yi.

In a short while, the small room was filled with flashes and flashes of blades and shadows.

He Lan Xue's figure was graceful and elegant. Even though her every move took someone's life, her manner was as pleasing as dancing.

Yan Han's martial arts were domineering, each palm and each fist was like a mix of wind and snow, swift and fierce.

The two of them were of equal skill and strength, so it was difficult to determine the victor.

She looked at it for a while. At first she thought it looked good, but then she got bored. Step by step, she moved closer to Helene and touched her.

He turned his head angrily and glared at her.

Her expression made her smile.

Then, clicking her tongue, she asked softly, "Why are you doing this?"

Why did he want to frame Yan Han?

He Lan Lang didn't answer. He just turned his gaze away and looked at the raging battle once more.

No matter what, this battle was fought for her sake.

"Aren't you worried about Pei Ruochen?" the woman asked again.

He Lan Lu turned around and glared at her.

After a moment of silence, He Lan You asked, "Did Ruochen come as well?"

"Right." Her lover nodded heavily and said, "But he went into the corridor. It is unknown whether he is dead or alive."

There were many traps in that area, so it was hard to tell whether he was dead or alive.

Heran was stunned.

She also liked Pei Ruochen. Not only that, he had a promise for her even after marrying her.

This handsome man in front of her would never be hers.

"Take me to Ruochen!" In a split-second, He Lanyou made his decision. Ignoring the two men, he pulled his lover along and drilled into the tunnel.

"Aiyaya!" His lover cried out, but his strength was no match for Helian Lu. He was dragged around by her.

The two people fighting stopped their attacks at the same time.

However, He Lan Xue retracted her attack even faster. He suddenly turned around, revealing an opening. Yan Han couldn't retract his momentum in time, so he struck He Lan Xue's back with his palm.

That palm strike had already stopped 90% of his power when it got close to He Lan Xue's body. However, He Lan Xue still fell forward a little and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face was pale, with traces of red blood on it. It looked like he had been severely injured. It was a shocking sight to behold.

Yan Han's expression changed, "You were already poisoned?"

Poisoning was easy to get so excited, was he really the King Xiao Yao that was famous for his talent?

He was more like a brute.

He Lan Xue coughed twice and wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. She didn't answer.

"This competition is unfair. Let's fight again next time." Yan Han proudly threw down his words, then turned around and chased after He Lan You and his wife.

Houlan Xue also followed.

However, when they entered the tunnel, the road ahead was dense and dense. Helan, Yan Han, and his wife who had just walked a few steps ahead, had already disappeared without a trace.

She still remembered the marks made by her lover, so she didn't get lost.

He had only taken a few steps when he started to stagger. He held onto the wall, one hand covering his chest as he spat out another mouthful of blood.

The remaining poison seeped into his bones.

He recalled what Feng Jiu had said when he shook his head, and could not help but bitterly smile.

Yes, he had already experienced so many things, yet why was he still so impulsive? Every time, he would force himself into such an unbearable situation.

For the past few days, He Lan Xue had been using her power to suppress her discomfort. Just now, Yan Han's palm strike that was neither light nor heavy had perfectly drained all of his true energy.

His limbs and bones were like insects gnawing on them, and the pain was unbearable.

While gasping for breath, He Lan Xue tried her best to condense her zhen qi to resist the residual poison.

However, there was a feeling of helplessness. He slid down the wall, his body feeling like it was on fire. He felt like he was suffering a fate worse than death.

Sweat trickled down his forehead.

"What's the matter with you?"

After an unknown period of time, a clear and sweet voice echoed in his ears, as though it was a heavenly music to the ears.

Then, a soft hand touched his forehead. "You have a fever?"

He Lan Xue suddenly had a strange feeling, as if she had walked in the desert for so long that even she didn't know why she had started to walk. It was just that in the vast desert, he could only walk, otherwise, he would be engulfed and buried.

He was exhausted, but his future was still vast.

Then a man walked up to him and held him gently. From now on, he would no longer have to walk alone.

He Lan Xue turned around and saw her.

She was squatting beside him, blinking, looking at him with concern.

A kind of indescribable emotion made him as real as a child. He nodded and admitted, "Yes, I have a little fever."

He would never admit his weakness in front of anyone. And yet, in front of her, he had. He even admitted it in a wronged manner.

"Is it painful?" the woman asked again.

"My whole body is in pain." He Lan Xue leaned against the wall. With a swipe of her long arm, she scooped her lover before her eyes. She said weakly and purposefully, "It hurts so much."

He was in so much pain that she probably wouldn't leave again.

Her lover looked at him worriedly for a moment, then lowered her head and thought for a moment. Then, she raised her head and said, "Let me touch it for you."

After she finished speaking, her hand had already reached into He Lan Xue's slightly open chest.

She could do nothing but let her do as she pleased.

Houlan's skin was touched by her.

Even though it looked like a slim body, its tentacles were extremely flexible, smooth and sturdy.

A new feeling.

Hailan's palm began to get dishonest. Her hand kept moving around He Lan Xue's body. She touched it, then pressed it.

A feeling as warm as jade. All the cells seemed to be alive. Waves of heat attacked and breathed from her palms.

He Lan Xue's breath suddenly became hurried.

Just as her fingers touched his abdomen, He Lan Xue suddenly pressed her hand down. With a slight bow, she blushed and said, "Don't move, my love."

"Eh, it doesn't hurt anymore?" the woman asked, leaning against him with her eyes wide open.

"No …" "But you made me hurt even more."

"Why?" Her lover blinked, puzzled. By all reasoning, touching can reduce pain.

"I'll be nervous." He Lan Xue bitterly smiled again. "Can you just lie down with me for a while and don't do anything?"

"Alright." Hailey quickly agreed, adjusted her posture, and then lay down next to He Lan Xue.

She stretched out her arm and placed it under her head, letting her lie in the crook of her arm.

Her lover insolently leaned towards him, then turned to face him.

Her breath brushed against his neck, her eyes blinked, but she didn't close them as quickly as she usually did. Instead, she looked straight at the scene in front of her.

To be more precise, it was Houlan's chest.

Number One did not observe his nakedness so closely — Ugh, his naked upper body — but the Irishman found that Helene's skin was really good, so good that she, as a woman, could not help but admire it.

Especially when he touched it, the feeling of being touched by the silk made him miss it a lot.

She moved a little closer, her moving eyelashes almost brushing past him, like a bug's, tickling.

It was a very delicate skin. Even at such a close distance, one could not see its pores. It was still smooth and glossy. Although it was fair, it did not show any signs of weakness.

Looking at it, her lover could not help but stretch out a finger and poke He Lan Xue's chest.

Smooth, smooth, and comfortable to touch.

She could not let go of him.

She could not let go of his body.

Sensing her small movements, He Lan Xue stiffened a little. Her slender eyes slightly raised along with her lips. She was obviously smiling, but there was a faint feeling of helplessness, helplessness, and doting.

The girl raised her eyes and saw He Lan Xue's vague smile.

From her point of view, the curve of her lips was extraordinarily beautiful. No matter what angle it was, it was all disorderly and beautiful.

Her thick eyelashes drooped down, covering the billowing wind in her eyes.

The tip of her heart shuddered.

The dishonest finger curled up, and for some reason, it did not dare to poke any further.

However, He Lan Xue's arm tightened. She turned around and without saying a word, tightly embraced her.