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"You're not what I expected." The youth laughed and calmly walked over as if he was not worried about his prey running away.

Tang Xuenan was still holding onto the doorframe, considering whether to run or run.

Of course, she did the same thing.

A chilling wind blew past his ears before he could even shout out, "Wuwuwu." He felt a pair of manic hands with a thin cocoon, and knew it was someone who practiced martial arts. He firmly covered his mouth, "You're not obedient." A chuckle sounded in his ear.

Tang Xuenan thought that this youth would directly break her neck and held her breath as she prepared herself to endure the crisp sound of bones breaking. However, he discovered that the young man had pulled him closer to examine a mark on his neck.

"Interesting." Laughing lightly, the youth rubbed his hands together before pulling up Tang Xuenan's collar for her.

Tang Xuenan had once seen a red mark on her neck in a copper mirror. She had felt like it was a template that had been imprinted on her body. At that time, she had lamented how much of a sin the original owner of her body had committed.

Tang Xuenan didn't know what the young man meant, but she guessed that her neck had been saved.

"Have you ever been out of the village?" The youth's pleasant voice, his skin was covered with a layer of gold under the sun's rays, "Except this time."

"Nope." Tang Xuenan naturally didn't know about the past of the original owner of this body, but she still followed the old man's words with a straight face.

The youth seemed to ponder for a moment as he muttered to himself in a low voice, "Let's not let her know then." He drew his sword from its scabbard and swung it towards his own neck, bringing with it a chill and killing intent.

"Ding." When a sleeve arrow came into contact with the blade of the sword, the angle of the sword became crooked. The young man pulled Tang Xuenan's back to his back in alert, his right hand blocking the scimitar in front of him.

The young man's curved eyebrows met the man in the mask. "I've often heard that Master of Heavenly Secret Pavilion appeared and disappeared without a trace. I didn't expect him to change his appearance to a mask this time." A playful laugh.

A devilish curved blade started to contend with the young man's ice-cold sword as it brought forth an astonishing burst of force.

Tang Xuenan retreated to the corner of the wall. This masked man's familiar back, broad back, and slender legs was undoubtedly a fake husband. She initially wanted to escape through the door, but she believed that she should have more confidence in her fake husband.

After an intense battle, both sides didn't use their full strength. It seemed like they were only testing the waters.

The scimitar had a blood-red eye, which was firmly embedded into the scimitar's hilt.

The young man was not in a hurry. He calmly tried to break through all aspects of the blade technique as if he was trying to uncover the true nature of the technique.

Compared to that, the scimitars were on guard. They seemed to be carefully observing the moves of the long sword.

He sheathed his sword.

"Pavilion Master's martial arts are mottled. It's just that this type of martial arts technique looks down on me too much."

The masked guy did not make a sound. Suddenly, with three swooshing sounds, he dashed forward like a fierce tiger breaking its momentum and slashed at the young man's left shoulder.

"Good eye." The youth squinted his eyes dangerously.

"Disciple Immortal-closing Sect has recommended himself to Queenrou, I wonder if Elder Heng knows about this." The masked man let out a cold snort, blowing away the blood on the blade.

The youth's smile only froze for an instant before he immediately answered calmly, "Heavenly Secret Pavilion knows everything. Why don't you scout out out if Elder Heng Liu knows about it?"

The masked guy slowly approached the wounded youth, "Isn't Immortal-closing Sect Elder Heng Bingyun killed by your beloved disciple who betrayed his master, and is unable to close his eyes in peace?" Staring at the calm expression on the teenager's face, he slowly approached him. "Your internal injuries seem to be even more severe than you expected. I couldn't even block this blade of mine."

The youth got up, mockingly curled his lips and coughed a few times, "Heavencraft Pavilion Master became famous in a battle of young age. Since I can't beat him, I don't have any shame. See you."

When Tang Xuenan lost her consciousness, the youth was no longer in sight.

Tang Xuenan looked directly at the masked man. She had a nagging feeling that she should say something. "Um …" Tang Xuenan pursed her lips, "Husband, are you staying for dinner?"

Hearing the word 'husband', the masked guy seemed to tremble. Tang Xuenan felt that under the mask, the man must have raised his eyebrows.

The masked man looked at the different Tang Xuenan. She was wearing a full skirt and a young girl's hair ornament. She stood gently on the wall and raised her head to ask him if he would like to stay for dinner. Crap! The masked man shook his head, calling out for his husband! Before he could even realize it, he had slipped away like a wisp of smoke, with a posture that could even be described as escaping.

"Sigh, even if you don't agree, there's no need to walk so fast." Tang Xuenan muttered to herself as she looked at a passing gust of wind. She didn't know if that injured youth would come back to make trouble for her again.

Where did that burn mark on his neck that caused the youth to hesitate come from? Tang Xuenan, who was examining her neck in the bronze mirror, always felt that the burn mark was like a mark on a ring.

Since ancient times, they had to be self-sufficient. Tang Xuenan became more daring when she thought of the house being guarded by a fake husband. She wondered when she had ever thought of that man who had never even seen his true face before.

As the sun was about to set, Tang Xuenan went to the Lin Family Market to buy a White Water Fish. She busied herself on the stove, adding more firewood to make a fire. When I was at my mother-in-law's house, I seemed to see my mother-in-law do exactly that. Compared to those outdated villages, his mother-in-law didn't give him any pain, and it could be said that she treated her son like his life. She really didn't know how her mother-in-law was doing right now.

Before she could find a fan, she blew into the fire with her mouth. The fire suddenly burned her hair, and after a long time of hard work, Tang Xuenan finally brought out a stew fish and smelt it exaggeratedly. "It smells good!" "I'll eat you tonight!"

He didn't know how to make rice without a pressure cooker or an electric cooker, but it was fine. He could eat only fish to his heart's content. Tomorrow, he would ask the Lady Boss how the rice was cooked.

In the dead of night, a masked man quietly picked up a piece of roof tile from the roof of a dilapidated house and watched the girl happily nibbling on a burnt, rotten, and gritty white water fish.

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder, causing the masked man to roll his eyes.

There was no need to guess, the only person in the entire world with such a good stealth skill was Heavenly Secret Pavilion's herald, Young Master Chen Xiang.

Young Master Chen Xiang looked at Mo Bei who was squatting on the rooftop silently with a smile. In all the years he had followed Mo Bei to establish his Heavenly Secret Pavilion, this was the first time he saw Mo Bei's hesitant appearance. He couldn't help but burst out laughing on the spot.

Mo Bei quickly covered Young Master Chen Xiang's mouth with an angry face, making Chen Xiang suspect that he wanted to kill him on the spot.

"Eh, why is there a hole in the roof?" Tang Xuenan, who was nibbling on a fish in the house, seemed to have heard some strange noise. It seemed as if someone was laughing and looking up in fear.

Big moonlight shone through the gaping hole in the roof where the rubble had been torn off.

"It really is a dangerous room. Will there be rain?" Tang Xuenan was so afraid that she hesitated. "Let's block it again tomorrow …" This is just too scary. "

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