That's What Villains Are Like

"The rumors all say that Young Master Jiang is sensual and dissolute. When I saw him today, it was really surprising and unexpected. Sure enough, the son of a dignified Prime Minister can really be a simple person."

Su Qinghan's beautiful eyes were light. She picked up the tea cup in front of her with her jade hand, raised her white and snow-white neck like a white swan, and drank it all in one gulp, as if she was treating it like wine.

She had caused the trouble herself. If she was more cruel, she could have abandoned the family and no matter how Jiang Lan threatened her.

But her conscience prevented her from doing such a thing...

Even just now, Su Qinghan was still thinking that if he ruined his appearance, Jiang Lan would no longer be interested in him.

However, with the powerful position of the Prime Minister's Palace, he should be able to find the best doctor to restore her to her original state.

There was no way she could escape such a fate, so naturally she was too lazy to make excuses.

Jiang Lan sighed softly and said, "Why does Miss Qinghan have to look like she has no love in her life? I have always cared for her, and I hate to see beautiful women frowning at her heart. The more you act like this, the more you make me feel guilty."

Su Qinghan looked at him blankly with clear eyes, and then her glossy red lips slightly opened. After a long time, she only uttered two words, "Shameless."

Jiang Lan shook his head slightly and stood up.

Su Qinghan thought he was making some moves and wanted to belittle himself.

Like a frightened little rabbit, the whole person hurriedly got up and ran away from the back.

It was obvious that Jiang Lan was just an ordinary person without any cultivation, but she was a practitioner of the fourth realm of Zhaoyou Realm, and she was many times stronger than him.

But facing him now was like facing a tiger.

However, the next moment, when Su Qinghan saw Jiang Lan's movements clearly, he was stunned, and then even felt a little flattered.

Jiang Lan picked up the steaming teapot on the red clay stove and filled the empty teacup in front of her.

The clean and slender palms had distinct bones and fingers, but for some reason they were too thin and pale.

Su Qinghan stood there, silent for a moment, unable to speak. In his capacity, he personally poured tea for himself like this.

What does this mean?

Jiang Lan sat back, looked at Su Qinghan, with a smile on her lips, and said, "Miss Qinghan, are you afraid that I might poison it?"

"Don't worry, the tea is the finest Lake Dragon Blue Green in Daxia today. It not only has the effect of calming the mind, but also helps practitioners sort out the spiritual energy in the body and remove the waste while retaining the essence."

"The tea is also taken from the Tianchi cold water on the top of Chi Yaozong Mountain that is tens of thousands of years old. The annual tribute is less than a hundred kilograms..."

In fact, Jiang Lan didn't need to say that when Su Qinghan regarded it as ordinary tea and drank it in one gulp, he already felt special.

The spiritual energy in his body was already running on its own without the need to be stimulated. The somewhat shaky foundation caused by breaking through the realm today was even stabilized in an orderly manner under the self-combination of the spiritual energy.

This seemingly simple tea, whether it is tea leaves or tea water, is a spiritual thing that practitioners dream of.

For a moment, Su Qinghan couldn't tell whether he was envious or numb. Although he had such extraordinary resources and background, Jiang Lan was an ordinary person with no cultivation...

Ordinary people with no cultivation?

Suddenly, Su Qinghan felt as if he had caught something.

With the powerful position of the Prime Minister's Palace, even an ordinary pig can be allowed to embark on the path of cultivation and possess considerable cultivation strength.

But Jiang Lan is really an ordinary person. Even his body, in Su Qinghan's opinion, is worse than that of many ordinary people. He is deficient in energy and blood, has a pale complexion, and is thin, as if he has just recovered from a serious illness.

Is there really nothing weird about this?

"Don't worry, Miss Qinghan. If I had poisoned the tea, you would have been tricked just now. You would have been paralyzed and allowed me to do whatever you wanted."

"Although I'm not an upright person, I can't do this kind of thing when someone is in danger."

"And now, if I do something to you, do you think you have the ability to resist?"

Jiang Lan's long voice interrupted Su Qinghan's thoughts.

He was playing with the cup in a very casual manner.

"Master Jiang is indeed a gentleman."

Jiang Lan's words caused Su Qinghan's flawless fair face to glow with a hint of annoyance and a blush as he responded.

She really didn't think about it in that regard. If Jiang Lan really poisoned her, she would really have no way to deal with it. She would even be like what Jiang Lan said, and he would do whatever he wanted.

Regardless of the initial prejudice, Jiang Lan, a second-generation ancestor with certain "principles", is at least not so useless.

Jiang Lan laughed in his heart. If it weren't for Su Qinghan's Sword Immortal Master and the subsequent issue of the heroine's return, he wouldn't be so troublesome.

No matter how sweet the twisted melon is, it can still quench your thirst.

In the pavilion, the fragrance of tea is mellow, the mist is lingering, and the moonlight falls under the night, which makes it feel like a worldly atmosphere.

Su Qinghan was wearing a plain white dress, sitting upright, with a slim and slender figure, graceful and well-proportioned, just right.

From the bottom of her heart, she was definitely unwilling to sacrifice her life to Jiang Lan, but at least for now, she should not offend him again.

Jiang Lan guessed what Su Qinghan was thinking, and there was a gentle smile on his face from beginning to end.

If one ignored Su Qinghan's tense expression and the chains at his feet, an unsuspecting outsider looking at this scene would have thought that the two were having a tryst.

"There are assassins."

"Protect the young master."

Suddenly at this moment, there was a sound of fighting not far away, accompanied by a burst of angry shouting.

A strange figure in coarse linen clothes appeared there, knocking away a group of guards and kicking them into the pool.

Su Qinghan in the pavilion was stunned.

Are there really assassins? Are you here to assassinate Jiang Lan? Or are you here to save her?

But she had never seen this strange man before.

"Protect the young master."

Angry shouts came one after another, and a large group of Jiang family guards quickly appeared around the pavilion. Their strength was all in the Third Realm of the Spiritual Sea.

This power, looking at any city, can be called the elite among the elite.

“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”

The person coming was naturally Lin Fan.

But he didn't expect that Su Qinghan was being imprisoned in a dungeon. Who would have thought that he would see her and the second-generation ancestor sitting opposite each other in the pavilion drinking tea at night, looking safe and sound.

While he breathed a sigh of relief, he still felt an unconcealable anger.

Lin Fan's eyes were cold and fearless, and he strode forward with a strong sword intent lingering around him.

He used his palm instead of his sword, and with just a wave of his hand, terrifying power surged out. The sword intent that burst out was as if it were real and sharp.

puff……

The moment many guards rushed towards him, they seemed to have been pierced by long swords, and blood spurted out from their limbs, making it difficult for them to get even half an inch closer to him.