After delaying for a moment, Qing Lan remembered the huge double-luan and nine-inlaid bronze mirror she had just seen by the bedside. She walked over with some trepidation and took a closer look at the appearance of the body under the moonlight.

Black and penetrating eyes, skin as delicate and flawless as white porcelain.

Like being struck by thunder.

She has always suspected that her soul has possessed the body of "Little Marquis", but the person in the mirror is clearly... herself.

After such a flash of thought, I suddenly felt a little confused: What should she look like? The "she" in the mirror, with black hair half-covered, jade feet and white feet, white clothes and snowy clothes, floating and beautiful, like a person who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Fairy…

And now she is just a soul charm, right? She sighed, wondering if she would still have control over this body tomorrow?

Feeling a little confused, Qinglan pushed open the lattice door and slowly walked out.

The moonlight was bright, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and there was the fragrance of flowers in the distance, which was clear and sweet. She had never felt that life was so beautiful. She took a deep breath and looked up at the words "Pei Yuxuan" on the lintel.

After saying this, he walked out of the courtyard gate with the moonlight on his back and walked slowly along the winding gravel path.

The wind moved, the shadows moved, the flowers smelled, and the insects chirped. Before they had gone far, Qinglan's eyebrows twisted up slightly. This was the backyard of the Hou Mansion, a vast and beautiful scenery. However, Qinglan was like this

She felt a chill in the quiet night, as if there was a pair of eyes in the quiet night, always paying attention to her every move.

Is there anything wrong with this place where "Little Marquis" lives and rests?

The moment Qing Lan's footsteps stopped, the chill suddenly approached and amplified. There was no sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air. Instead, there was just an eerie long sword, quietly pointing directly at Qing Lan's vest from behind.

Qing Lan forcefully twisted to the left, narrowly avoiding the tip of the sword. However, the opponent missed the blow and turned the sword to wipe Qing Lan's throat! The sword was powerful, but Qing Lan did not have the time or ability to call for help.

, but his foot slipped, he staggered, raised his head and fell down.

That sword, like a maggot attached to a bone, turned into a thorn, coming down from the top and flying through the air!

Seeing the sword aimed at her face with a cold flash of light, Qinglan was no longer able to protect herself. For a moment, she gave up the plan of calling for help. The remaining thought turned out to be a faint self-mockery: I don't know what she is doing.

Wandering soul, should I change my body and continue to live happily, or... just disappear?

The wind was blowing gently, and a fallen leaf seemed to be swaying, but it fell gently and gently swayed on the extremely fast long sword. In an instant, it was swallowed up by the sword's light.

And the sword was nailed into the soil on the side of Qinglan's cheek, shaking gently.

Qing Lan never closed her eyes. At this moment, she opened her eyes wide and looked at...the young man above her without even blinking.

That was a very beautiful young man.

That was a very beautiful young man.

She was dressed in white, and her black hair was dyed with only a white ribbon. When she looked at her, there was no trace of violence or guilt in the young man's eyes, only clear and clear...

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Chapter completed!