Chapter 1827: Raiders of the martial arts leader

"Second brother!" When Feng Guang realized that Wan Pavilion was thinking of suicide again, she hurriedly shouted, "No!"
Qi Changan was already holding her hand and lifting her Hanji sword. The scabbard of the Hanji sword was thrown out and hit the acupuncture point on the shoulder of the night pavilion. The scabbard flew back again and automatically inserted the sword. body.
Scenery blinked. This movement of running clouds and water only happened in an instant, and she hadn't had time to adapt slowly.
However, Qi Changan thought her stunned appearance was really cute, so she couldn’t help but lowered her head and laughed, touching the top of her head as if she was touching a cat,
Don’t worry, I’m here, he Can't die."
"Oh..." Feng Guang didn't know what to answer, and could only pronounce this simple syllable.
Qi Changan smiled again. This time, he finally let go of her hand temporarily, and then walked to the front of the night pavilion unhurriedly. The night pavilion was tapped on the acupuncture points and could not move, except for his eyes. He can still speak with his mouth open, and it will be difficult for him to think about suicide.
"Master night pavilion, life is precious. If you die like this, many people will be sad for you." When Qi Changan walked in front of the night pavilion, his hands were slightly exposed in the night pavilion. A pearl hairpin.
Wan Pavilion's pupils shrank, and his complexion had already changed.
Qi Changan laughed again, "While I was lurking in the Tibetan Army Mansion, I also went to many places and met a lot of people, Lord Wan Pavilion, I know you are a good person. If you really have any difficulties, why not say it again? Come out? Maybe, we will have a chance to help you."
This is full of suggestive words for Wan Pavilion.
Wan Pavilion's eyes flickered, and he moved his lips, but he seemed to have some worries, and he still didn't dare to make a sound.
"There is only one chance. If this opportunity is missed, Lord Wan Pavilion will really bear the infamy of the traitor. The good reputation that the Pavilion has established that night will also... be destroyed." Qi Changan's hands were slow. Slowly clenching tightly, the pearl hairpin in his hand slowly turned into dust and disappeared into the air.
Wan Pavilion's expression was even more pale, and he subconsciously said, "No!"
"Oh?" Qi Changan's lips curled up, "What did Master Wange want to say?"
Wan Xuan said gently from the side: "What the second junior brother wants to say, don't help but think about it."
"It is indeed necessary to consider it carefully, but I think fellow martial arts colleagues do not have so much patience." Qi Changan glanced at the sky outside the window, "When the moon sets, we should act according to the rules. If we should pay our lives for the crime, then take it. Killed this life."
Wan Pavilion's complexion was even more pale, and he said without thinking, "Someone threatened me! I had to attack the third junior brother!"
Xia Chao hurriedly asked: "Who threatened you?"
"Yes..." Wan Pavilion's unassuming gaze finally fell on Wan Xuan's body. He hesitated for a long time before chanting softly: "It's senior brother..."
Unexpectedly, the first refute was not the Xia Dynasty, but the scenery, "This is impossible!"
She had thought that it would be everyone present who threatened Wan Pavilion behind her back. Except for the relatives she identified, what kind of person Wan Xuan was. The scenery did not dare to say that she knew it, but she would not be strange. He has always lived alone in a remote yard. He does not grudge or fight with people. His only interest lies in planting flowers. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is isolated from the world.
How can someone like this be an undercover undercover agent?