??Dongxue nodded dumbly in her eyes, and walked forward without saying a word with the tray, but there was no wine pot in the tray, and there were only five empty wine glasses.

Feng Xiaoran was digesting the newly obtained powerful internal force in the house and vaguely heard a person's footsteps. There was only one footstep sound, slowly and step by step, it was very clear, as if he was a person who could not do martial arts.

Feng Xiaoran thought that some girl was here, so she ignored it, and most likely she didn't come to find him.

Although Feng Xiaoran is the deputy owner, she has a very bad reputation in the villa, especially among the girls and maids. Everyone is afraid of talking, and they are too late to dodge. How could they come to find him unless they have a special purpose?

Feng Xiaoran is not allowed to mess with the romance with the maids. Even if she doesn't go deeper, she always has a lot of touches and pinches. The whole villa knows that the deputy owner has this problem, but there are almost no one here except the back hall leader Yan Qingxin.

Yan Qingxin will come, and Feng Xiaoran is hiding from her like a plague god, but when he comes, his steps will definitely not be so heavy, so Feng Xiaoran thinks this person is just passing by.

The footsteps heard the stillness outside the door. Feng Xiaoran stood up strangely and saw a blurry figure, which was obviously a woman.

"Hey, there are some people who came to the door?" Feng Xiaoran tidied up her clothes and instantly returned to her burning bag. She immediately opened the door by hand.

Dongxue's dull expression was holding the tray with five cups without moving. Feng Xiaoran was extremely surprised. At this moment, a strong wind blew over her face, and her sleeves rolled up towards Feng Xiaoran's neck.

Feng Xiaoran was shocked, exclaimed, and retreated backward. The folding fan in his hand swept open the rolled sleeves. At the same time, a figure appeared behind Dongxue, and his figure rushed out like a ghost, pounced on Feng Xiaoran.

Feng Xiaoran was shocked. He had already seen that this man was actually in the dark.

Rique Ma Jian stood in front of Feng Xiaoran with a sinister sneering. At the same time, Dongxue slowly stepped into the house, but turned around and closed the door.

Rique Ma Jian sneered: "Boy, is my true energy useful?"

"Aren't you dead?" Feng Xiaoran was really surprised.

"It's not that easy to let me die. I have many methods. I just used a fake death technique to deceive you. Why is your mother gone?" Riquema Jian said with a cold smile.

"You are here to find my mother, I'll shout for you now. Can you wait for me for a while?" Feng Xiaoran actually calmed down and said with a paper fan that burned the bag.

"Of course I'm not here to find her, I'm here to find you. You have sucked away my true energy. I'll get it back now. How can others covet my things?" Riquema Jian sneered.

"Can the true qi be retrieved? Why haven't you died after my mother sucked it with a secret method?" Feng Xiaoran asked.

"The God of Transformation and Demonic Art is not your mother's unique skill. I am also practicing this martial art. Not only that, I have also been comprehending how to crack this method. I might as well tell you that after many years, I finally gained something, and today I am just trying it out."

"Then are you here to get back your true energy from me? Are you going to use the magical power of Transformation of the Underworld on me?" Feng Xiaoran finally showed a look of horror on her face.

"You are still smart. Not only that, I was seriously injured. At the same time, I lost my mysterious understanding, and the loss was too great, so I cannot lose 30% of my internal strength."

As the Rique Ma Jian spoke, his sleeves were empty, and his inner strength was swollen, and his inner strength was swollen towards Feng Xiaoran.

Unexpectedly, a sword light appeared out of thin air, and half of Ma Jian's sleeve was cut off instantly.

"Who?" Rique Ma Jian was shocked because he did not see who was shooting this sword. If this sword was unpredictable, it would be difficult to dodge if it stabbed him.

"Who? Aren't people standing in front of you?" Feng Xiaoran smiled with a paper fan in his hand.

"It's you, you shot the sword just now?" Rique Ma Jian finally changed his color.

"What sword?" Feng Xiaoran was stunned.

Rique Ma Jian suddenly became alert. There were only three people here, and except for Feng Xiaoran in front of him, he was a lost person. So where did this sword come from?

The sword that cannot be seen is extremely sharp, so this person must be a master of swordsmanship.

Rique Ma Jian was vigilant and mobilized his whole body's energy. Unexpectedly, he was shocked. He felt that the true energy in his body was dissipating, and at the same time, the energy in his body seemed to be being pulled away. At the same time, the abdomen seemed to be overturning, and a hot air flow ran around in his belly causing pain. At the same time, the hot air flow was actually pouring towards Xiayou.

Rique Ma Jian was not prepared for a moment, but Xiayou was not defending tightly. A slender tone suddenly came from Xiayou, "Puff..."

This voice... Feng Xiaoran has the urge to cry. How familiar it is. She has made her ecstasy for a long time. Even her old lover in the brothel is avoiding her.

Feng Xiaoran looked at Dongxue on the side, as if she understood something, and immediately laughed.

"Do you know the Blind Tuoyun Jackie Chan? There was a powerful figure at the beginning, but I couldn't stop this young master. If you want to compete with me, then you will definitely lose." Feng Xiaoran said with a smile.

Rique Ma Jian didn't dare to joke. He knew that he was poisoned, and he felt that the true energy in his body was losing, and his physical strength gradually dissipated. If this continues, he will soon be unable to support it, and the pain in his belly is intensifying, which is a prelude to diarrhea.

"That pot of wine..." Ma Jian suddenly thought of the problem.

"I thought of it, aren't you stupid?" Dongxue was speaking. "Your little tricks have been seen through by our lady, and you still want to control me. You dream."

Dongxue said as she threw the tray in her hand towards Riquema Jian. At the same time, a cold sword light came across the sky like a shadow.

"You dare to attack me?" Riquema Jian snorted, "I have not yet used my iron sleeve martial arts, so I will use you today!"

The iron sleeves move like the wind, but the internal force of Ma Jian's poisoning quickly dissipated. The iron sleeves were used in a very good manner, but the iron sleeves were not supported by the internal force, so the iron sleeves became smelly.

Dongxue stirred the sword in her hand and cut off another sleeve, "I see what you have, you have no arms."

As the sword danced, it seemed like the cold winter was coming. At the same time, her sword was even colder. The sword light merged into the ice and snow, and the sword flew over the cold mist.

Rique Ma Jian was so frustrated that he was bullied by a junior, and his internal strength could not be improved. His body movements seemed to be stiff, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he thought it was not good.

"It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge." Rique Ma Jian had already felt a desire to retreat. At the same time, he was worried that if the days were delayed for a long time, his true energy would be refined by Feng Xiaoran, and his losses would be great. In fact, Ma Jian lost not only 30% but 60% of it.
Chapter completed!