Chapter 387 Xuanji Wakes up, Lu Lin CP Countdown (9)

How could it be possible for Gu Mohan to kick Lu Yan with such skill?

Gu Mohan narrowed his eyes and glanced at Lu Yan. Lu Yan raised his eyebrows and sparks flew between the two men.

…

Tang Moer and An An soon fell asleep. At this time, the quilt was lifted and Lu Yan carried An An away.

Gu Mohan glanced at An An, who was sleeping soundly, and then looked at Lu Yan, "Master Yan, you'd better be more honest with me."

Lu Yan didn't say anything, just hugged An An and left.

The quilt was empty, and Gu Mohan lay beside Tang Mo'er. He did not sleep, but stretched out his well-jointed fingers to touch Tang Mo'er's face.

The big palm moved down and landed on her already bulging belly. This was his baby, his wife!

Gu Mohan's handsome eyebrows were filled with tenderness. He leaned over and kissed Tang Mo'er's forehead.

Lu Yan put An An on the soft quilt and lay next to her. At this time, An An's slender feathers trembled like butterfly wings and she woke up.

The person sleeping next to her was no longer the fragrant and soft sister-in-law, but Lu Yan, whose muscles were as hard as iron. An An was startled and quickly stood up.

But a strong strong arm wrapped around her willow-like waist, and with a slight exertion from the man, she fell back into the wall-like man's embrace.

"Ah," she breathed softly.

At this time, a rough big hand covered her small mouth. The man lowered his body, placed his thin lips on her hair and whispered, "Don't scream, others will hear it."

An An took a look and found that she and Lu Yan were sleeping inside, blocked by a shabby screen, but at night everyone was asleep and it was very quiet, and the slightest sound would be heard.

An An turned her palm-sized face and looked at him watery, "Then you still won't let me go?"

"An'an," Lu Yan straightened her little face, "Do you not like me anymore?"

He asked, do you dislike me?

An An lowered her slender feathers like butterfly and cicada wings, she liked it, she liked him very much.

But she didn't have much time.

The girl lowered her little head, looking a little disappointed and aggrieved. Lu Yan felt soft waves rising in his cold heart. He whispered, "Those people saw me today. I We can't keep them, this world is cruel, if I let them live, they will let me die, don't you like the sight of blood on my hands?"

He is explaining.

An An raised her little head and looked at him, "Lu Yan, let's be good people, okay?"

Lu Yan's brown eyes formed two small whirlpools, and his eyes became darker and darker. Then he shook his head, "I'm sorry, An An."

An An had already guessed his answer. She retracted her little hand and pushed him away hard.

She lay down and slept with her back to him.

She ignored him.

Lu Yan frowned, wrapped his rough palms around her forehead and combed her bangs back, and called her name in a hoarse voice, "An'an..."

"Asshole, go find another woman!" An An stared at him with red eyes.

"There won't be another woman, An An, be good." He coaxed her in a mute voice.

There will be no other woman...

…

In the morning, everyone woke up.

"An'an," Tang Mo'er came over at this time, "What happened last night? Did you sleep with Mr. Yan...?"

An An's palm-sized face was as bright red and tender as rose petals that had just bloomed in the morning, "Yes."

Tang Moer knelt down and helped An An fold the quilt on the ground, "These two men are really shameful..."

…

Outside, Menglu came and the two parties confronted each other.

Meng Lu looked at Jun Mosheng and Gu Mohan with hatred, "A life must be paid for a life. You killed my son Che'er. Do you just want to leave Miao territory like this?"

Gu Mohan looked at Menglu and curled his thin lips lightly. This Menglu was really stupid, "High Priest, have you ever heard of an idiom?"

"What?"

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain." Gu Mohan spit out four words.

Menglu's eyes flashed, "What do you mean?"

Jun Mosheng took two steps forward and said, "High Priest, Young Master Meng is dead. You brought all your men to chase us. Is the altar empty?"

As he spoke, Jun Mosheng stood with his hands behind his back and looked in the direction of the altar, "Now the altar has fallen into Lu Jinwen's hands."

"Lu Jinwen?" Menglu shook his head, "How is it possible? I have already driven Lu Jinwen out of Miao territory."

Gu Mohan lifted his thin lips and smiled indifferently, "It's time to check the people around you. Lu Jinwen is a sinister and cunning person. Even in a dead game, he can still fight his way out and come back to life."

Menglu pondered for a moment.

At this time, there was a loud "boom" and a huge noise came from the altar.

Everyone looked up and saw that the altar standing on the mountain shrouded in mist shook violently and was on the verge of collapse.

"Ah," someone screamed, "Oh my god, this is bad, the altar is going to collapse, the altar is going to collapse!"

The altar is a symbol of the gods in the hearts of the Miao people. Now that the altar is about to collapse, everyone looks shocked and horrified.

Menglu took a breath of air. He never dreamed that the altar would collapse. This would be a disaster for Miao territory.

"Go back quickly!" Menglu and his men rushed to the altar.

At this time Tang Moer ran over, "Let's go there quickly. We must not let Lu Jinwen take my mother away. He will dig out my mother's heart and give it to Lin Xuanyin."

"Mo'er," Gu Mohan came over and stretched out his strong arm to clasp her waist, "Don't worry, we have our own arrangements."

What's the meaning?

Tang Moer froze and looked at Jun Mosheng.

Jun Mosheng nodded to her, "Mo'er, the mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind. Don't forget, there is another person behind the oriole. Therefore, it is really unknown whose hands Xuanji will fall into in the end."

Tang Mo'er quickly understood. It turned out that Jun Mosheng and Gu Mohan had planned for a long time. They were all planning to use their tactics. The battle for Lin Xuanji had officially begun.

…

In the altar.

Lu Jinwen took out Lin Xuanji, who was dressed in red, and held her in his arms. He stretched out his slender fingers and touched the woman's charming little face.

Hot feelings flashed in his cold phoenix eyes. After so many years, she was back in his arms.

The soft body in his arms gave him a... sense of security. His whole heart was filled with her, and he slowly raised his thin lips.

"Sir, this altar is about to collapse and is in danger. Sir, take Mrs. Xuanji and leave here quickly." Butler Ye urged.

Lu Jinwen raised his head, and his sharp eyes like a falcon swept to the other side, where there were several tall bodyguards in black drawing swords.

This sword is the sword in Aman's mouth. When the altar collapses, as long as the sword is pulled out and inserted into the mechanism at the bottom of the crystal coffin, the altar will be stable.

However, this sword was embedded in the huge stone wall, as if it was formed naturally, and it was impossible for humans to pull it out.

"Sir, this sword cannot be drawn out!"

Butler Ye's expression changed and he quickly urged, "Sir, we can't pull out the sword, let's leave quickly."

The whole altar was shaking, and dust fell from it. Lu Jinwen took a black coat and covered Lin Xuanji in his arms to prevent the dust from staining her beautiful face.

He pulled out his long legs and instead of leaving, he carried Lin Xuanji to the stone wall and said, "Get out of the way!"

"Yes." Several bodyguards in black stepped aside respectfully.

Lu Jinwen looked at the sword. The hilt was brown, with three small characters from ancient times engraved on it - Imperial Sword.

This is the sword used by the Miao ancestors when they opened up new territories, the sword of the emperor.

The corners of his cold lips curved into a dark arc, and Lu Jinwen stretched out his well-defined palm to draw his sword.

"Sir, no!" Butler Ye quickly stood in front of Lu Jinwen.

Lu Jinwen frowned. Butler Ye had been following him for so many years, and he had never lost his sense of control like this before.

Butler Ye shook his head, "Sir, Miao Jiang's witchcraft is very powerful. This sword is inserted into the stone wall, as if it were naturally embedded in it. It is very evil. Please don't touch it, sir."

Lu Jinwen pursed her thin lips, and then someone appeared in the corner of her eye, and that person grasped the Imperial Sword.

Butler Ye looked back and saw that it was...Tang Chenyi.

Today Tang Chenyi wore a black cotton coat, and his thin bangs covered his cold phoenix eyes. He held the imperial sword with both hands and pulled it out little by little.

The stone wall seemed to have cracked, and the imperial sword was pulled out.

Butler Ye took a breath of air. The few strong men who came to pull out the imperial sword just now didn't pull it out, but this 18-year-old boy actually pulled it out.

The Emperor's Sword, the Emperor's Sword, is this... an arrangement from somewhere?

Tang Chenyi held the sword in his hand and had a jade-like face. He came to the crystal coffin, held the handle of the sword with both hands, and inserted the handle into the mechanism.

The altar, which was still shaking, suddenly stabilized with a "boom".

puff.

Tang Chenyi spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Chen Yi, are you okay?" Su Yan quickly ran forward.

Tang Chenyi had a sweet taste in his throat, but there was no expression on his handsome and handsome face. He wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and shook his head lightly.

Su Yan helped Tang Chenyi up.

Lu Jinwen glanced at Tang Chenyi, and then said indifferently, "Let's go."

…

Below the altar.

Menglu arrived with his men. Before he could get up, there was a "boom" and the mountain altar was stabilized.

Those subordinates quickly cheered, "Great, the altar is stable, the crisis is over!"

Menglu's expression changed drastically, someone moved the Emperor's Sword!

This imperial sword has been stuck in the stone wall for hundreds of years and no one has been able to shake it. It is said that only those with the emperor's order can pull out this sword.

This person finally appeared!

However, this imperial sword has a blood curse cast by Miao Jiang ancestors.

He who draws the Emperor's Sword will live a life without love and will end up alone.

…

Lu Jinwen carried Lin Xuanji down the mountain and walked to the Qingshui River.

There are several luxury business cars parked here, preparing to take Lin Xuanji back to the imperial capital.

But Lu Jinwen slowly stopped because he saw a group of people on the opposite side, including Jun Mosheng, Gu Mohan and Tang Moer.

Senhan and Yinwu flashed through Lu Jinwen's deep narrow eyes. No one knew about this route. Why were Jun Mosheng and Gu Mohan waiting for him here?

"Uncle Jin, don't think about it, I put a tracker on Tang Chenyi." Gu Mohan said with a smile.

Lu Jinwen slowly raised his thin lips, "Gu Mohan, it seems you have guessed Tang Chenyi's identity."

Gu Mohan raised his beautiful eyebrows, then cast his deep narrow eyes on Tang Chenyi, "Uncle Jin, Lin Xuanji's son, how could you throw him away, how could you let him die, Jin Uncle, you don’t dare.”

You don’t dare.

The words "dare not" made Lu Jinwen feel cold again, and he sneered coldly, "Why don't I dare?"

"Because you know that after this son dies, there will be no possibility for you and Lin Xuanji. Uncle Jin, admit it, you have become a demon in love with Lin Xuanji."

Lu Jinwen lowered his handsome eyelids and glanced at the woman in his arms, but said nothing.

"Lu Jinwen, the most ruthless emperor since ancient times, the river of love is at your feet. Do you dare to try this love water and see if you can survive this love disaster." Jun Mosheng said.

Lu Jinwen glanced at the Love River and narrowed his eyes, "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. You all need to step back, otherwise..."

Butler Ye put a gun against Tang Chenyi's lower back.

"Lu Jinwen, don't touch this child!" Jun Mosheng quickly shouted, "You have done too many evil things in your life, don't touch this poor child again!"