After leaving the old man's courtyard, Su Huai raised the ring and looked at it carefully in the sunlight.

This is a space ring, and it is also a high-grade space ring. It is warm and cool in the hand, and has some nourishing effects on the body.

It is much higher quality than the one Su Huai picked up from a certain proud man in his previous life.

After putting it on the index finger, which was the easiest to touch, Su Huai separated a ray of soul mark and attached it, officially confirming the new ownership of the ring.

Then, he was startled.

The volume of the ring is approximately tens of thousands of cubic meters, and half of the space inside is filled with mountain-like towering spiritual stones.

There are two rows of bookshelves in the corner, but there are only a dozen or so yellowed ancient books on them.

When I opened it, I found that except for a book of basic exercises and two low-level martial arts, the rest were some records about mainland creatures and a few secrets.

Su Huai's eyes were fixed on the ancient secret book in the corner. Among all the books, it was the only one with a tattered cover. It could be seen that it had experienced all kinds of wear and tear.

Come to think of it, what the old man can watch over and over must be a forbidden secret buried deep in a certain continent, right?

Su Huai took it out piously and saw a line of large gilded characters written on the cover:

"Review of the Interracial Demon Girl"

???

This book title!?

After opening it and reading it, Su Huai was immediately attracted by the content. After reading for ten minutes, he raised his head and looked at the sky, trying to let the blood flowing from the end of his nose return to his nasal cavity.

Closing the ancient book, Su Huai finally understood why the other ancient books were well preserved, but this one was so scarred that the page numbers were blurred...

But why did the old man give it to me?

Masaka! Could it be that...this is a kind of inheritance!?

Putting the review in his hand back on the bookshelf, Su Huai sighed: "I can't tell, the old man is actually a hidden rich man."

"Well, I'm still a temperamental person..."

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The sun was blazing in the sky, noon had passed, and the fragrance of food was wafting everywhere in the Su Mansion.

Su Huai wandered all the way, walking around the house, and finally returned to her own house, but she saw a very sexy woman in white robe at the gate.

If I'm not mistaken, this is the little follower who is following Situ Zhiruo quietly.

Su Huai didn't have a bad impression of him. After all, she was very polite when she broke off the engagement. She didn't look down on him with her eyes, nor did she jump out and taunt him like some brainless villains.

"You are finally back."

The young man in white robe was holding a sword and leaning on the door frame of the small courtyard. His sharp eyes looked like an aloof swordsman with the buff of being cold from high places.

Su Huai raised her hand and greeted him.

"Are you waiting for me?"

"That's right, I'll be waiting for you!"

Su Huai's body trembled: "What do you want to do?"

"I am the third prince of the Great Yan Dynasty, Yan Shu."

"You can see it, it's really serious!"

"Don't interrupt!"

Yan Shu's eyes were slightly cold, and the hand holding the sword was ready to move.

"I didn't want to say more to you, but before we go down the mountain, our master has said that we must cut off all ties between Junior Sister Zhiruo and the secular world!"

Su Huai was shocked.

"Holy crap! Did you kill her parents!?"

"Stop talking nonsense!!!"

Yan Shu shook his little hand, and the three-foot long sword in his arms flashed a ray of edge, as if his throat would be sealed and blood would be drawn in the next moment.

"Hurry up and hand over the deed that junior sister gave you! Don't force me to do it!"

Su Huai was stunned.

The so-called deed was nothing more than a spare tire certificate. He wiped his shoes with it after leaving the meeting hall door and threw it into the gutter at the door.

Want it? Go pick it up from the ditch yourself!

"Neuropathy!"

Su Huai rolled her eyes, walked around Yan Shu, raised her hand and pushed open the door of the house.

At a glance, he saw Cheng Xiaohe sitting quietly under the old sycamore tree in the courtyard.

Her face was covered with a sycamore leaf, and the broom that belonged to her was thrown aside casually.

He wrinkled his nose, and a faint smell of blood poured into his nose. Immediately, boundless murderous intent raged out, and the temperature of the entire courtyard dropped sharply in an instant.

"You did it?"

Looking at Su Huai's cold eyes, Yan Shu shuddered. He felt as if he was being watched by a terrifying beast. His hands and feet were cold and he could not move at all.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"court death……"

Su Huai raised his hand, pinched Yan Shu's neck, and lifted him up. His fingers tightened little by little, and the bones in Yan Shu's neck soon made an overwhelming sound.

His breathing became rapid, his face flushed, and he vaguely saw the emperor's grandfather, who had been dead for many years, waving to him...

"Young Master..."

"What are you doing?"

The atmosphere suddenly stagnated. Su Huai turned around and found that Xiao He, who should have been completely cold, was shivering under the tree. He stared at his young master committing murder, as if he was afraid of being silenced.

"You're not dead?"

"Ah... Young Master, should I die... But I still want to live for a few more years, but, can I..."

She quickly closed her eyes.

"I didn't see anything..."

"..."

"This person didn't attack you?"

Xiaohe grabbed the corner of his clothes and swallowed: "Isn't he a friend of the young master..."

hiss……

No! I obviously smell blood... Oh, I almost forgot that I just had a nosebleed, that's okay.

Su Huai let go of his hand, and Yan Shu fell to the ground with a thud, holding on to the ground and breathing heavily.

The corner of Su Huai's mouth twitched, and he hurriedly showed an awkward but polite smile, helped him up from the ground, and reached out to help him wipe the dust off his body.

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding, Brother Yan!"

"If you didn't take action, why didn't you just tell me directly? Why are you pretending to be cold?"

"You should have told me earlier. If you had told me earlier, nothing would have happened. Alas, it's all your fault for making me misunderstand a good person!"

???

Are you a devil when you step on a horse!?

Did you give me a chance to speak!?

"You're not hurt, are you? Brother Yan? Tell me where you feel uncomfortable and I'll help you treat it!"

"Come, let me take a look. Is your neck uncomfortable?"

"Your face is very red. It looks like you have excess energy and blood. I have a bloodletting technique..."

Yan Shu shrank his head, looked at Su Huai with horror on his face, and forced out a few words from his swollen and sore throat: "I don't feel any pain..."

"It doesn't hurt? If it doesn't hurt, it's fine. If it doesn't hurt, it's fine."

"Well, why don't Brother Yan stay and have a meal? Xiaohe, go ask the kitchen to prepare some dishes!"

Yan Shu began to struggle: "No! Don't eat! Don't eat!"

"I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first!"

Damn it, I almost got strangled to death after standing at the door with my sword in my arms for a while. If I eat your food, why don’t you spread my ashes?

Yan Shu crawled out of the small courtyard, not even dropping the sword on the ground, and stumbled towards the lounge arranged for them by the Su family.

When I got back, I ordered the spy responsible for collecting intelligence about the Su family to be killed.

Damn it, you even told him with categorical words that the young master of the Su family who was engaged to Situ Zhiruo was a loser who couldn't practice and couldn't tie a chicken.

Have you ever seen a loser like me, a monk in the Concentration stage, who can be immobilized by just his coercion!?
To be continued...