It's so difficult to get out of the game

Xuanyuan Lishang lowered his eyes, put his hands on the handrails and stepped on his toes to escape, and the ghostly figure lightly passed towards Xiao Yiran.

Withdrawing the bloodthirsty silver thread, Xiao Yiran slipped a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing from his wrist, and swiped it in the air behind him with his backhand.

There was a "tear" sound, and the clothes were torn by the dagger, flying in the air.

Xuanyuan Lishang secretly rejoiced and admired, what a precise angle, what a superb technique. If he hadn't reacted quickly, the knife would have cut not his clothes, but his wrist. Where did Xiao Yiran learn this?

Skill? Weird and unpredictable!

Like a divine dragon, Xuanyuan Lishang took advantage of Xiao Yiran's next move and spun up to restrain Xiao Yiran's body from behind. His big hands spiraled around his small arms and restrained Xiao Yiran's hands behind his back.

Xiao Yiran was still no match for Xuanyuan Lishang, and the bloodthirsty silver thread automatically retracted, quietly lurking on his wrist, waiting for a fatal blow.

"Xiao Yiran, I have the capital to be conceited!" Xuanyuan Lishang looked down at Xiao Yiran's cold and beautiful face with sadness. Xiao Yiran cared too much about Huangfu Ye, and he cared more than his own life.

"Really?" Xiao Yiran suddenly raised his head and looked at Xuanyuan Lishang's ink pupils, his big, slightly purple eyes looking calmly at those deep, whirlpool-like ink pupils.

Light purple turns to deep purple, deep purple turns to cold...

Xuanyuan Lishang felt his eyes blurred, and dizziness suddenly came over him. When he opened it again, the two people's bodies were swapped. Xiao Yiran's cheeks were pale and she was biting her lower lip trying to stay steady. Her hands were crossed to block his neck.

Down, and the bloodthirsty silver thread was wrapped around his neck. Xuanyuan Lishang lowered his head and looked at the slightly trembling and white hands. He had no doubt that as long as she exerted force on her hands, he would be dead.

"Why don't you take action?" Xuanyuan Lishang stepped forward towards Xiao Yiran, his cold eyes suddenly filled with danger. "As long as you pull it gently, this secret will always be just a secret. Xiao Bingye will still be his

Huangfu Ye, and you can stay by his side without any worries!"

Xiao still held the bloodthirsty silver thread tightly and backed away, his forehead was covered with sweat, and it slid down from the smooth corners of his eyebrows to his delicate chin.

Xuanyuan Lishang kept moving forward, but Xiao Yiran kept retreating. She wanted to make a move, but she didn't want to. She stopped only when her back hit the cold wall. Xuanyuan Lishang still wanted to take a step forward, but Xiao Yiran fiercely

He tightened the bloodthirsty silver thread in his hands, and looked at the blood oozing slightly on Xuanyuan Lishang's neck. His heart was extremely complicated, half anxious and half warning: "Don't leave!"

Xuanyuan Lishang didn't seem to feel the suffocation on his neck, nor did he hear Xiao Yiran's warning, and still raised his feet forward.

"Xuanyuan Lishang, don't force me!" The front was as hot as fire, and the back was as cold as river. Xiao still felt like he was in dire straits.

"You are forcing me!" Xuanyuan Lishang stopped and lowered his head, slowly raising his hand to touch Xiao Yiran's pale cheek, feeling distressed and bloodthirsty, "Why, you don't dare to take action?"

"No, it's not that you don't dare, it's that you can't!" Xuanyuan Lishang said with great confidence, "I know that Xiao Yiran is not as ignorant as he seems on the surface, and he still knows some, if not all, about me!

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Yes, Xiao Yiran didn't dare. Xuanyuan Lishang had a very important position to Yunran and even to this continent.

He not only represents Xuanyuan Lishang, he is also the King of Dark Night!