Chapter 3: Knife, and ice skin

Nan Yan's heart was about to jump out, and he looked at the tall figure in horror.
The fire outside the hall was still blazing. Against the light, she could not see the man’s appearance. She could only see the heroic armor with a murderous air. The long knife in his hand was reflected by the fire. Exudes a breathtaking cold light.
There was even blood on the blade. The man walked in all the way, and the blood dripped all the way!
When he strode to the bed and saw Nan Yan on the bed, he immediately frowned and let out a "huh".
This voice also contained surprises and doubts. It seemed that he didn't expect to see this scene here. Nan Yan raised his head, and only then could he see the man in front of him clearly through the flames outside.
He is probably in his early thirties and has a handsome appearance, but unlike ordinary handsome men, his facial features are profound, and his handsomeness is sharp, like an unsheathed knife, giving a sense of invincible sharpness.
Even at this time, Nan Yan was stunned when he saw that face.
And this man squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes slid down from her face, Nan Yan looked down, and found that the quilt that was originally on his chest had slipped down sometime, and the spring light on his chest was all present on the man. The flames in front of her, especially outside the door, were getting more and more shining, and the snow-white skin was shining even more.
On one side, there is a sharp blade; on the other side, there is an ice muscle and jade skin exuding a sweet fragrance...
This feeling is strangely cruel, but it also makes people feel a little unbelievable temptation.
The man's originally indifferent eyes flashed slightly at this moment.
At this moment, the fire outside was brighter, and the fire had burned along the beams of the bedroom to this palace, and flames emerged from the roof, and soon engulfed several layers of curtains at the door, watching a group of curtains burned. He had to fly, and followed the Fengzhi that was blowing in from the outside, and pounced on the man's back. Nan Yan yelled, "Be careful!"
The man frowned, not even knowing his head, and swiped the long knife backhand, and the flame was immediately caught by him with the knife, and then slammed it to the corner of the wall with a loud bang. Group of flames.
Sparks were flying everywhere, and the man did not blink his eyes from start to finish.
What a terrible person!
Although the fire demon was raging at this time, what made Nan Yan more fearful was the man's sharpness and coldness.
When he had done all this, he turned his head and looked around again, his sharp eyes traversing the whole palace, as if looking for something, Nan Yan faintly understood when he saw his sharp eyes like a falcon.
emperor!
He came here, of course, to find the emperor!
And this person, he was holding a knife, wearing armor, and dripping blood on his body, obviously he had entered the palace.
Who is he?
Just as Nan Yan was thinking like this in his heart, the man had already looked at the entire bedroom and made sure that there was no third person here, so he turned around and left without looking back.
Nan Yan suddenly became anxious.
A big fire has ignited in the bedroom, and as soon as he leaves, is he really going to die in the flames?
Seeing that man had reached the door, Nan Yan felt anxious, and squeezed out a thin, trembling voice from her somewhat stubborn throat
"Your Highness, please save me!"