An ink painting hangs on the wall opposite her.

The painting depicts a young man riding on a horse, wearing a white robe fluttering in the wind. His figure is as straight as a sword, his appearance is handsome, holding the reins in both hands, his heroic posture, and his whole body exudes a kingly aura, which is unsettling.

Dare to look directly.

The man in the painting not only has an extraordinary temperament, but also has a handsome and unrestrained appearance.

This painting was definitely not made by an ordinary person, but by a famous artist. The painter's skills are exquisite and comparable to those of famous people. The look of the man in the painting is so lifelike that no one can ignore him.

Ye Zhaoyan looked at the painting and was stunned for a moment. Another painting suddenly appeared in her mind, which was a scroll she had seen when she was a child.

The young man in the painting is also dressed in white, but the young man is carrying a sword behind his back. The sword is wrapped with countless black silk threads. It looks ferocious and terrifying. His face is covered and cannot be seen clearly, but his figure

But he looks very similar to the man in the painting in front of me.

Ye Zhaoyan was shocked. Could it be that the man in the painting and the boy in the painting were the same person?

Thinking of this, Ye Zhaoyan couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable excitement in his heart. He felt dizzy and his head seemed to explode.

She put her hand on her forehead and shook her head vigorously to get rid of these thoughts.

She looked around again and found nothing. When she was about to open the door and leave, she realized that the door was locked.

She drew her sword and charged at the door, leaving only a shallow sword mark on the door.

Ye Zhaoyan tried several more times and still couldn't open it.

Right here, there was a soft "crackling" sound in the room. Ye Zhaoyan turned around and saw a strange flame burning on the candlestick for a moment, then returned to normal.

A strange fragrance gradually spread to the tip of her nose.

This place seems a little weird!

Ye Zhaoyan's expression changed. She reached out to take the candle on the table and observed it with the help of the weak candlelight.

Although the candlelight was weak, it illuminated very clearly. Ye Zhaoyan finally saw clearly that there was a piece of spice mixed in the middle of the candlelight.

This section of spices is carved from a rare sandalwood. It shines brightly under the light, revealing a deep flavor.

Just when Ye Zhaoyan was wondering what this was for, a burning feeling surged through his body.

At this moment, Ye Zhaoyan felt like something exploded in his head.

This fine spice is actually used for flirting!

She quickly extinguished the candle, and the room suddenly became dark again.

The hot feeling did not dissipate. It spread from her limbs and bones little by little, giving her body a strange feeling and her mind becoming unclear.

Fascinating thoughts that I have never had before arise from the bottom of my heart.

Ye Zhaoyan's heart was slightly frightened, and he quickly pressed two acupuncture points, barely restraining this strange feeling.

Just when she was full of doubts, a voice came from the room, and a deep and hoarse voice suddenly came: "You came to see me?"

Ye Zhaoyan's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly raised his eyes to look inside. Under the dim light, there stood a man in black. His cheeks were wrapped in black cloth, only revealing his cold and heartless eyes.

A chill shot up from the soles of her feet and ran straight into her heart, making her shiver.

Ye Zhaoyan held the spice in his hand and his expression suddenly changed.

She didn't expect that there was a person hiding in the room. She subconsciously took a few steps back, looked at the other person warily and asked, "Who are you?"

The man saw Ye Zhaoyan's face clearly, excitement burst out of his ruthless eyes, and even a trace of tears flashed, "Wenyu, you are finally here..."

"You got the wrong person!" Ye Zhaoyan shook his head and tried hard to suppress the strange feeling in his body. He didn't dare to stay any longer. He turned around and walked towards the door, only to remember that the door was locked.

The sound of a man's footsteps came from behind, "Wenyu, don't leave, don't leave me alone..." The man's voice was extremely miserable, as if a piece of flesh had been torn out alive.

Ye Zhaoyan panicked and quickly raised his inner strength, drew his sword and faced the man, "What do you want to do?"

The man ignored her inquiry and stood in front of Ye Zhaoyan in a flash, "Wenyu, please stay..."

His voice was full of pleading, as if a drowning man was begging someone to save his life.

Ye Zhaoyan's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly swung his sword at him, striking quickly and accurately.

The man was on guard for a long time and avoided her attack with one side of his body. Then he stepped forward and waved the short knife in his hand to meet Ye Zhaoyan's sword.

He was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had exchanged several moves with Ye Zhaoyan. Ye Zhaoyan slashed at the man's dagger with his sword, but found that the dagger was like steel and iron bones, and it was impossible to break it.

The two weapons collided together, making a muffled sound.

Ye Zhaoyan's tiger's mouth was so painful that he couldn't help but take two steps back. A trace of blood oozed from the wound scratched by the vulture.

Only then did she feel that under the stimulation of internal force, the abnormal movement became more intense, and the internal force was offset by most of it.

That spice is weird!

Ye Zhaoyan's face showed anxiety.

This wooden house was probably a trap set by someone behind the scenes, but she didn't expect that she couldn't escape even though she took a long way around.

What's even more troublesome is that after the fight just now, Ye Zhaoyan can feel that the strength of the person in front of him is unfathomable. His martial arts moves are completely based on his own martial arts foundation, without any traces of Jianghu sects. Moreover, his Kung Fu moves are fierce and powerful.

Vicious, every move is a killing move, leaving absolutely no room for anything, every move is fatal.

If he were to fight while sealing his cave, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to defeat this person.

But if the acupuncture points are unlocked...

The feeling of losing her mind made her a little scared.

The man looked at her, his eyes full of nostalgia, mixed with strong hatred: "Wenyu, I know you hate me and hate me for taking away everything you originally wanted, but this time I am not taking it away from you.

Thing, I just want to be with you..."

While speaking, the man wanted to touch Ye Zhaoyan's pretty face with his fingers, his eyes greedy and full of desire, "You are still as beautiful as you were more than thirty years ago..."

Ye Zhaoyan caught a glimpse of the candlestick in the corner of the room, rushed over, grabbed the candlestick and threw it at the man.

The man ducked sideways and approached Ye Zhaoyan.

Every time he got closer, Ye Zhaoyan stepped back. In the end, she had reached the corner and had no way to retreat.

"Don't go back any further. This house is specially built and a sword can't do anything to it."

As he spoke, he waved the short knife in his hand and rushed towards Ye Zhaoyan. "Wenyu, since you are back, don't think about leaving. Just stay here."
Chapter completed!