Shangguan Teng laughed "haha" and said, "Xia Xiwan, don't you know that a tracking device is installed on you?"
Xia Xiwan Yujie trembled, she didn't know.
She raised her little hand and pressed a piece of skin behind her ear. It seemed like something was implanted in it.
Xia Xiwan used her strength to get out the thing inside, and it turned out to be a very small tracking device.
Why does she have a tracking device on her?
Xia Xiwan frowned. She had not been in contact with anyone during this period. Xia Xiwan could not think of anyone else who could be so close to her and implant the tracking device without her raising any suspicion.
, I can only think of... Lu Zixian.
Lu Zixian!
But, how is it possible?
Xia Xiwan quickly dismissed the idea. She believed in Lu Zixian and he would never harm her.
"Master Shangguan, it doesn't matter if you are here, I will definitely pull out the Xuanyuan Sword today." Xia Xiwan said.
Shangguan Teng looked at the Xuanyuan Sword. The Xuanyuan Sword was the symbol of the imperial power of West China. It had been there since the founding of the country by the ancestors of West China. Once the Xuanyuan Sword was pulled out, the ancestral temple in West China would be destroyed.
"Xia Xiwan, there's one thing you don't know yet. You can't pull out the Xuanyuan Sword. Only the descendants of the Blood of the Child can pull out the Xuanyuan Sword, that is...my nephew Han Ting."
Xia Xiwan's bright pupils fell on Shangguan Hanting's handsome face. In fact, she knew about this. Only Shangguan Hanting could pull out the Xuanyuan Sword.
Now Shangguan Hanting's deep narrow eyes also fell on Xia Xiwan's slender and beautiful face. With their eyes facing each other, he spread his long legs and came to Xia Xiwan's side step by step.
"Wanwan." He stretched out his big palm and held her soft little hand in his palm, "As long as it is something you want to do, I will help you achieve it. I will help you pull it out today.
This Xuanyuan Sword!"
Xia Xiwan looked up at him with her palm-sized face and said softly, "But after all, you have the blood of the West China royal family flowing through you..."
"Wanwan," he held her little hand tightly, "I have never been Shangguan Hanting, but Lu Hanting. I don't want to be your highness, Shangguan. I just want to be your Mr. Lu forever."
Xia Xiwan's fair eyes suddenly turned red. For her, he would leave everything behind and be her Mr. Lu forever.
Shangguan Teng's face turned cold when he saw this scene. In fact, he had already guessed Lu Hanting's choice.
He will always be Lu Hanting, not Shangguan Hanting.
For Xia Xiwan, he gave up this prosperous and beautiful road to imperial power and gave up his Shangguan surname.
Since the blood of the innocent cannot be used by him, he must destroy it.
"Xia Xiwan, there is one more thing that you must not know. Although my nephew Han Ting can help you pull out the Xuanyuan Sword, he will pay the price with his life, because when he pulls out the Xuanyuan Sword, he will be covered with the blood of a naked man.
It will be destroyed, and the muscles and veins in the whole body will slowly break over a period of time, and the body will suffer painful torture and then die."
What?
Xia Xiwan's clear pupils suddenly shrank, and she looked at Shangguan Teng in great shock.
Shangguan Teng chuckled, "This is also the price of betraying one's mission!"
how so?
Xia Xiwan really didn't know in advance that her hands and feet would instantly become cold and without any warmth at this moment.
Lu Hanting looked at her with his handsome eyelids lowered, and his deep magnetic voice was full of softness, "Wanwan, let's pull out the Xuanyuan Sword first. I believe in your medical skills, you can cure me."
Xia Xiwan shook her head. She was a doctor, so she naturally knew that damaged heart vessels and severed tendons were incurable and incurable. Moreover, this kind of pain was not something ordinary people could bear.
"Xia Xiwan, I have already told my nephew Han Ting about this matter, but it is obvious that nephew Han Ting has made a choice. Between life and you, he chose you without hesitation."
"Xia Xiwan, now it's time for you to make a choice. How do you choose between the country and him?"
Xia Xiwan's face turned pale. She didn't know how to choose between Lan Lou and her Mr. Lu?
"Wanwan," Lu Hanting reached out and hugged her. He placed his head on her head and sighed lovingly, "When you can't make a choice, let me choose for you."
Xia Xiwan's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly looked up and saw that Lu Hanting had stretched out his big palm and held the Xuanyuan Sword.
"No!" Xia Xiwan said.
Lu Hanting looked at her, "Wanwan, you have always been protecting me, let me protect you this time!"
After saying that, Lu Hanting pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword with all his strength.
Soon a small section of the Xuanyuan Sword was pulled out, and the entire ancestral temple began to shake slightly.
However, Lu Hanting encountered huge resistance, his throat felt fishy, and a line of hot blood flowed from the corners of his lips.
Xia Xiwan rushed over and hugged his muscular waist tightly, "Mr. Lu, please stop."
Lu Hanting shook his head slowly but firmly, "Wanwan, don't be afraid, I won't die."
The ancestral temple began to tremble. Seeing that Xuanyuan Sword was likely to be pulled out, his confidants looked at Shangguan Teng anxiously, "Master, what should we do now?"
Shangguan Teng was also a little uneasy. The Xuanyuan Sword must not be pulled out. He placed all his bets on... Lu Zixian.
But why hasn’t Lu Zixian shown up yet?
At this time, a sound suddenly came over, like the sound of a sharp knife penetrating flesh and blood, which made people feel numb.
Shangguan Teng looked up and was instantly overjoyed.
Xia Xiwan also heard the oozing sound of flesh and blood being pierced, and the sound seemed to be right next to her ears.
She heard the sound and looked up, only to see a sharp blade running through Lu Hanting's back, directly piercing Lu Hanting's heart.
despair.
Ta-ta.
Ta-ta-ta.
One drop, two drops, three drops...Hot blood keeps dripping down from the sharp tip of the knife...
Xia Xiwan's pupils shrank suddenly. At this moment, the sounds of the entire world seemed to have disappeared. She turned around in a daze and saw a familiar figure, Lu Zixian.
Lu Zixian is here.
Lu Zixian still had a cold and scorching demeanor, but he held a knife in his hand, and it was this knife that pierced Lu Hanting's heart.
Lu Zixian was born with a knife hand, and his gestures holding the knife are still so beautiful at this moment.
However, he personally pierced Lu Hanting's heart.
Xia Xiwan looked at Lu Zixian in shock. She began to shake her head. She couldn't find her voice for a long time, "Zixian, you...you know what you are doing?"
At this time, Lu Hanting let go of Xuanyuan Sword, and his tall and straight body fell directly to the ground with a "boom".
Lu Zixian's fair and slender fingers were stained with blood. He wiped the blood stains carelessly with a handkerchief. Then he looked at Xia Xiwan and chuckled, "Wanwan, I want him to disappear, as long as he disappears.