In the night, the full moon hung high in the sky. The manor was exceptionally quiet, and the sound of the cricket was even clearer.
"Chenchen, the night is so beautiful. How about moving around a little?”
He swirled the wine glass in his hand and stared at the red liquid in the glass. Ying Chen drank the wine in one gulp. After which, he suddenly spoke with a smile on his face.
"It's rare for young master to have such a character. I don't dare to disobey…" Huanhuan smiled faintly. Under the night light, her face looked charming.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled knowingly. They tapped the ground and turned into a phantom. Then, they landed on the empty space of the manor.
Ying Chen slowly put down his wine cup and suddenly waved his right hand. A zither appeared on the table. He gently stroked the zither and his fingers began to move smoothly on the zither. Accompanied by the zither, a melodious and sorrowful song slowly flowed out.
As the sound of the zither rang out, the gauze in Huanhuan's hand suddenly started to dance.
Her hair was coiled in the air like a dancing phoenix, and her slender waist was warm and soft. Lightly moving lotus steps, Han Palace swallow old coquettish. The alligators beat the drums and ordered the soldiers to attack Liangzhou. The partridges flew up from the sleeves of the spring silk.
Its body twisted, and a thin veil covered its upper body. It twisted its body and looked at Ying Chen, who was playing the zither, with a fairy-like smile on its face.
The elegant dance formed a kind of aura under the cover of the night. The most beautiful and the most evil blended into one. This was the Heavenly Demon Dance.
It wasn't the first time Ying Chen had seen Huanhuan dancing, but he was amazed every time he saw it.
It was said that she was the most beautiful dancer in Yan Land, and she was proud of the nobles. The song Snow White was said to be able to make even the most hard-hearted person cry. The ultimate skill, Flying Swallow, was called the legend of the capital of Yan Country by Yan Chunjun.
He had never seen a snow maiden before, nor had he ever seen a flying swallow. However, Ying Chen believed that no matter how beautiful a snow maiden's dance was, it wouldn't be as beautiful as Huanhuan's demonic dance.
At some point, a black figure appeared on the locust tree in front of the door. His white hair was unusually eye-catching in the dark night.
Wei Zhuang looked at the dancing Huanhuan in the manor and his eyes flashed with amazement. This was the most beautiful dance he had ever seen. Then, his gaze landed on Ying Chen.
A cool breeze blew past. Looking at the white figure that had appeared under the pagoda tree, Ying Chen's lips curled up slightly. He flicked his finger and the sound of the zither suddenly changed.
The euphemistic sound of the zither suddenly became somber.
The sound of the zither suddenly changed, and a charming smile appeared on Huanhuan's face. The next moment, the gauze wrapped around her hand suddenly turned and flew toward the locust tree.
Looking at the veil that was rushing over and sensing the faint killing intent, Wei Zhuang could not help but narrow his eyes as a cold light flashed past.
Rip!
The veil was torn apart, and Huanhuan tapped the ground with her bare feet. She turned into a phantom and instantly appeared in front of Wei Zhuang. Her slender fingers turned into a palm, and she struck out with terrifying power.
Feeling the terrifying power coming from the front, Wei Zhuang was expressionless. He closed his fingers and then fanned them out.
Boom!
The two palms met, and a loud noise was heard in the air. An invisible wave of air rolled out, and the locust tree kept shaking. Huanhuan's face changed, and she was forced back.
She landed barefooted on the ground and stared at Wei Zhuang, who did not move at all. Her face was solemn. He was very strong, stronger than she had imagined. Moreover, he had not drawn his sword yet.
Although Wei Zhuang's face was expressionless, he was still shocked. Looking at the unharmed Huanhuan, his eyes flashed.
The power that Chenchen had displayed just now was not something that could be displayed by a peerless eighth heaven expert. Moreover, this woman's internal strength was very terrifying. It did not seem like she was in the peerless realm at all.
When the zither music stopped, Ying Chen slowly walked to Huanhuan's side and smiled at Wei Zhuang."The common people are in turmoil, and the world is in turmoil. Of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy, only I can dominate."
"As expected of the successor of Phantom Valley. Even if he can't compare to Ge Nia now, he's not far off…"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Zhuang's pupils shrank as he stared at Ying Chen. As expected, Zi Nu's guess was correct. This person was really from the State of Qin.
His senior brother was currently in the State of Qin, and he was also the personal guard of the King of Qin. Wei Zhuang knew this, and from what Ying Chen had said, Ge Nia was definitely someone from the royal family.
Noticing the change in Wei Zhuang's expression, Ying Chen couldn't help but smile. He had fought with Ge Nia before and knew how terrifying he was, especially when it came to swordsmanship. He was the strongest person he had ever met.
Speaking of which, this generation of Guigu 'zi's successor was very strange. No one knew what Guigu' zi was thinking. He only taught swordsmanship and not military matters.
Looking at the silent Wei Zhuang, Ying Chen gently stroked Huanhuan's soft hair and said,""Ge Nia chose the powerful Qin country to be the guard of the king of Qin. There is quite a gap between the two of you.”
"Wei Zhuang, do you think you can save Han Country?。”
Hearing Ying Chen's words, Wei Zhuang clenched his fist. Out of the two successors of Gui Gu Zongheng, only one of them had survived. His senior brother had chosen the powerful State of Qin, but now…
Ying Chen was right. The two of them had different starting points. One was the strongest, while the other was the weakest. Wei Zhuang took a deep breath, and his gaze suddenly became firm.
Having the advantage now did not mean that he had won. The final winner would definitely be him.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this moment, a purple figure suddenly landed beside Wei Zhuang. It was Violet Girl.
Looking at the shallow pit on the ground, Violet Girl glanced at Wei Zhuang and then at Huanhuan. She knew that the two of them had exchanged blows. Then, her gaze fell on Ying Chen.
"The son of the King of Qin, and the most mysterious third young master of the State of Qin. I wonder if I'm right?。”
Hearing the Violet Maiden's words, Wei Zhuang's pupils shrank as he stared intently at Ying Chen. This person was the Third Young Master of the State of Qin?
The scene became silent. A cold light flashed in Huanhuan's eyes as she stared at Violet Girl. She had actually seen through Young Master's identity. This woman.
A murderous aura enveloped the entire manor.
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