If Qiran hadn't told her, no one would have known that Qiran was only fourteen years old.
With a smile, he took out a flute and put it to his lips. Qiran blew it gently, and the beautiful notes flowed down from his lips. From nowhere, several colorful butterflies flew up, accompanying Qiran's figure.
And dance...
Everyone is intoxicated by the sound of the flute...
A sneer suddenly formed on the corner of Qiran's mouth, which made her look even more charming. In fact, these butterflies are poisonous. And they are rare and highly poisonous.
***
Off the stage, the man in white looked coldly at Qiran on the stage, his sharp eyes as sharp as needles directed at the enchanting girl on the stage who used her inner strength to control the flying butterflies.
"Master, do you want me to go meet her and try her martial arts?" The servant looked at his master's cold face worriedly. He could see that his master was quite interested in this woman.
The man in white stopped the servant with his fan, pursed his lips subconsciously and said, "This man's internal strength is unfathomable, and his martial arts must be superior to yours."
***
Nothing could be hidden from Qiran. Qiran on the stage kept feeling two sets of eyes looking at her. The two eyes were unexpectedly hot. It seemed as if they wanted to cut her open for study.
Following his line of sight, Qiran saw the gaze of the man in white and smiled at him. There was a lot of provocation in this smile.
"I want her." A woman stood up, her enchanting temperament was exactly the same as that of the oiran playing the flute on the stage.
"Ah, Miss Hua Ikui, why do you want her?" The old madam stopped Hua Ikui quickly and extended her hand to Hua Ikui without any courtesy.
Hua Yikui smiled mysteriously: "She looks similar to my apprentice, so I want her tonight."
Qi Ran groaned inwardly, and quickly lowered his head, bit his lip, and made a show of being indifferent: "This girl, my family sells her art but not her body. Please respect my family."
"Mu Qiran, please continue to install it for me." Hua Yikui leaned lazily on the pillar, as charming as he wanted. He raised his hand gently and drank a bottle of strong wine.
Qi Ran's heart was filled with turmoil, but his face still had a calm and charming look: "I'm sorry, Miss Hua Yikui, you got the wrong person. My name is Ji Xue, not Qi Ran."
Hua Yikui said vaguely: "Ji Xue is Ji Xue. Anyway, I am glass. Like mother, I will take this girl away." After saying that, Hua Yikui took Qiran's arm and was about to take her away.
Qiran looked at Hua Yikui pleadingly and whispered: "Master, please spare my life."
Hua Yikui snorted coldly and looked at Qiran with contempt: "Aren't you staying in the palace?"
Qi Ran curled her lips, looked at her innocently, and said through a voice transmission: "Master, the princess is so boring."
Hua Yikui smiled obscenely, which Qiran personally thought was very obscene.
Facing Qiran's warning gaze, Hua Yikui smiled indifferently, giving people an unfathomable feeling: "Jixue confuses the world, it really confuses the world."
"What?" Before Qiran could understand what Hua Yikui meant, four masked men in black immediately broke in through the window and surrounded Qiran from the southeast and northwest, making it airtight.
Qiran looked at them aggrievedly and shed tears: "Four gentlemen, Ji Xue, Ji Xue offended you at some point. Ji Xue kneels down for you." Even so, Qiran did not kneel down.