Sure enough, he knew, knew everything, and even without opening it, he actually knew that what was drawn in the scroll was actually the diagram of the death dungeon!
So how did he know? It always felt like she was being monitored, and she didn't even know it!
At this moment, the masked boy couldn't help but walked up to Li Yanxiang with the black heightening boots in his hand, squatted down suddenly, looked up at her, and said, "Lift your feet."
"Why do I listen to you!" Li Yanxiang snorted and gave the masked boy a blank look.
"Lift your feet!" The masked boy still looked up at Li Yanxiang, with a slightly commanding tone that made it impossible to refute, "I took off your shoes for you, now of course you have to put them on for you."
Li Yanxiang had no choice but to lift her feet. The masked boy held her feet, quickly put the shoes on for her, and then tied the straps next to the boots.
After doing all this, he stood up and said, "The shoes have been put on for you. Do we still want to continue fighting?"
Looking at the masked boy, Li Yanxiang couldn't help but be stunned. It couldn't be him, could it? How could he be doing the same familiar things as him?
"Do you still want this scroll?" As he said that, the masked boy couldn't help but take out the scroll from his arms. Although he had just fought to the death, he was still safe.
The scroll was very close to Li Yanxiang. If he wanted to grab it, he might be able to do it. However, Li Yanxiang couldn't help but loosen her clenched fists. Indeed, she was not a member of the Jue Sect. She just pretended to join the Jue Sect.
The purpose is just to find opportunities to eradicate the sect and uproot it.
Perhaps she acted too realistically and was too involved in the drama to actually fight for the Juemen. She knew that it would be difficult to eradicate the Juemen easily with her own strength, but this masked young man whose true identity is unknown is also a
If a rare master is used, or if two people join hands, one is in the dark and the other is in the light, they can easily defeat Yi Chuang and eradicate Juemen.
"What? Have you thought about it? Do you want this scroll or not?" The masked boy handed the scroll in his hand to Li Yanxiang, completely relaxing all his guard.
"You win. I was convinced by you. You can take this scroll. Anyway, I have memorized all the paintings in it. There is no use keeping it." Li Yanxiang waved his hand and took the scroll.
She doesn't want it anymore.
"Okay, then I'll accept it. From now on, you and I will be clean, and no one will owe anyone any more!" With that said, the masked boy put the scroll into his arms and hid it.
"I've given it to you, scroll," Li Yanxiang crossed her arms and looked at the masked boy, "can you answer my questions now?"
"Resolving the doubt? What doubt?" The masked boy intentionally pulled the black scarf on his face. He was probably afraid that others would see his face.
"How did you know that what Lan Xun sent me was a machine diagram? How did you know that Yi Chuang was here? What is your purpose of coming here? Who are you? Do we know each other? Why are you covering your face?
I dare not show my true colors to others!" These were the questions in Li Yanxiang's mind, and she actually said them all at once.
The masked boy seemed helpless and sighed, then shrugged, "Ask so many questions at once, I really can't answer you, and some of the questions are private issues that are inconvenient to talk about, can you please
How many questions?"
Li Yanxiang raised her eyebrows slightly and said coldly: "Okay, then I will ask you one question, who are you!"
"Want to know my name?" The masked young man raised his sword eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "Okay, but to ask politely, you should state your name first, and then ask for my name. This is called courtesy! Do you understand?"
"My name is Yun Ying! The cloud of white clouds, the shadow of shadow." Li Yanxiang stretched out her hand to the masked boy, "Then what is your name?"
"Floating clouds, shadows that follow each other like shadows? This name is really poetic! I like it!" The masked young man smiled lightly. Although his face was covered, he could still see the arc under the black scarf.
"What about you!" Li Yanxiang said impatiently.
The masked boy seemed to hesitate for a moment and blurted out: "My name is Lu Xuan! Double-mouthed Lu, Xuan is both mysterious and mysterious!"