Fast Travel: The Patient Villain Is a Love Brain

"If someone finds out the real identities of the few of you, then in order to protect the face of the royal family, I will not show mercy."

They stay in the palace, and they can only be used as a few decorations, and Li Yan will not have much interaction with them.

If they can be freed outside the palace, then their wishes will be granted.

After all, 1000 taels is not enough for Li Yan to wave her hand, but it is just a reason to comfort them.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we will absolutely swear to defend our identity!"

Li Yan nodded in satisfaction, waved her fan and left leisurely.

The moment the door closed, Sai Hanhong heaved a sigh of relief.

And the anger he brought up was not because of Li Yan, but because of Lai An who was beside Li Yan.

He just felt that Ryan's eyes could kill him.

Fortunately, Li Yan didn't take them back to the palace by force today, otherwise they might not survive tonight.

"Falling Moon!!!"

"what!!!!"

"Luoyue!!! Ah!!!"

Li Yan was about to go back home when she suddenly heard terrifying screams from the lobby.

However, Li Yan only heard one sound, and in the next second her ears were covered by Ryan.

Blocking off most of the screaming attacks, Li Yan frowned, patted the back of Ryan's hand, and signaled him to go back to the private room.

Standing in front of the window, Li Yan looked down.

I saw the judges who were sitting on the bench, crawling towards the stage in the dark, and piled up around the stage.

It's like in the last days, the only living person locked in a cage, surrounded by irrational zombies, desperately trying to get the only food.

This isn't fandom anymore, it's all about hundreds of bastards.

And the man on the stage was exceptionally calm, as if he was no stranger to such a scene.

As the music started, the man in the water sleeves danced his soft limbs.

He seemed weak and boneless, every movement could be distorted to the point where Li Yan bared his teeth.

Even though Li Yan expressed shock, he had to praise the other party's movements for their beauty, like wicker swaying in the wind, disorganized but touching.

Paired with wonderful music, it can be regarded as graceful, agile and elegant, which can be called a stunning dance.

But it's not enough to make people disregard the image and crawl, right?

Just when Li Yan didn't understand, the person below seemed to meet Li Yan's eyes unintentionally.

Those are a pair of breathtaking eyes, a pair of winking eyes full of affection, like a hook with bait, constantly catching the appetite of swimming fish.

Even if it is as clear as Li Yan, knowing that it is a symbol of death, but still can't help but sink into it.

Just when Li Yan's pupils were dilated and about to slacken, a slightly warm hand covered Li Yan's eyes.

In my ear, Ryan's humble voice begged, "Master, don't look... Please."

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Li Yan's heart, which was about to be dragged away, suddenly returned to her heart, and the severe pain spread in her chest.

Realizing that he was out of control, Li Yan turned around abruptly, put his arms around Laian's neck and kissed deeply, trying to let the familiar aura dispel the absurdity just now.

Everyone was watching the dance, but the people in the dance center noticed the intimate scene upstairs, and the corners of their mouths under the tulle were slightly drawn.

The fish is hooked.

Sensing Li Yan's initiative, Laian wraps his palms around Li Yan's head, and tries to respond clumsily.

It wasn't until the feeling of being pulled away that Li Yan leaned against Ryan's chest to calm himself down.

Lai An caressed Li Yan's hair and gave her time to calm down her thoughts.

"Let's go back."

The dance below is not over yet, but Li Yan doesn't want to watch it anymore.

It was already early in the morning, and there were many fewer people on the street than before, but there were still a few scattered restaurants open.

In the elegant room in the backyard, the man who had been surrounded by hundreds of judges was methodically removing the heavy ornaments on his body.

Dressed in a relaxed suit, he tied up his wide sleeves with a rope.

Regarding the killing intent bursting out behind him, he had an expected look in his eyes.

Turning around casually, with a "clang", the dagger in his hand collided with the dagger of the visitor, splashing out blinding flames.

And the two are like creatures of different dimensions.

One side is from the comics, exquisite and handsome.

One side is from the fairyland, ethereal and stunning.

Although the painting styles are different, they have one thing in common, that is, the beauty is unrealistic.

Ryan didn't hide the killing intent in his eyes, and squeezed out his teeth in a cold voice, "Hand over the antidote!"

Luoyue's frivolous eyes fell on the other party's face, and she said calmly, "You are very knowledgeable, and you should know more about secret arts. You know very well that there is no antidote to Miao Jiang's secret arts."

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At first, Ryan didn't know that Luoyue would use the secret technique of soul-stealing, until he saw that look in his eyes, and stopped Li Yan, it was too late.

He only wanted to blind Li Yan's eyes and make her forget that scene, but in the end it was nothing but self-deception.

The expression on Ryan's face convulsed for the first time. He suppressed his bloodthirsty desire and asked, "If there is no antidote, you will die!"

"Oh, you don't dare to kill me. Once the soul-storing technique is connected with people, the caster will die, and the soul-storing person will definitely die."

"You don't want Li Yan to be buried with me, do you?"

Luo Yue could accurately name Li Yan, it was obvious that he came for Li Yan.

It was his negligence that caused Li Yan to fall into the trap.

Self-blame hit his face, constantly attacking his heart, invading his limbs and bones, and crushing his consciousness.

Ryan withdrew the dagger in his hand, and knelt down with a "plop", "Since it is a secret technique, there is a solution, please spare her life!"

Seeing the person who was still arrogant just now, now humbly crawling, Luoyue naturally felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart.

However, there is indeed a way to break the soul-restraining technique, but it requires the performer to be willing to use his own painstaking effort as a guide, boil it into medicine and take it for seven to 49 days before the connection can be broken.

However, the soul-stirring caster does not have the healing technique of the puppet, so doing this is no different from suicide.