Almost killed her

  The two people in the room stopped moving, the white-haired man left the black-haired man's side, then picked up the clothes that had fallen to the ground and put them on before heading towards the little wild cat that was peeking at him from outside the door.

  As the door opened, the light illuminated the person in front of him. He slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled slyly, saying: "So it's Little Slut."

  Unexpectedly, this man is extremely handsome and stunning. His three-dimensional facial features are perfectly carved, his figure is slender and tall, and the thin layer of sweat on his chest makes his already perfect body even more sensual and beautiful.

  The man's hair was shoulder-length on both sides of his ears, while the white long hair at the back was draped over his porcelain-like neck. His silver-gray eyes stared intently at the dirty blonde girl in front of him, and his moderately thick red lips curled up into a sly smile. "Little slut, where did you crawl out from? I should remember that this place is heavily guarded, not somewhere a commoner like you can enter," he asked indifferently, yet his words gave Xuan Yuran an intangible sense of pressure.

  "I... I didn't mean to, and it wasn't intentional, nor was I trying to sneak a peek at you guys"

  "Ah" Xuan's calm attitude seemed to satisfy the man, but in the next second, his eyes sank when he saw the treasured sword tightly held in her hand. "Where did you get this sword from?"

  The man's sudden cold attitude made Xuan Yanran afraid, she tightly hugged the sword in her hand that absolutely couldn't be let go of, lowered her head and said timidly: "It's mine."

  "The man's tone was as ruthless as exposing a heinous and greedy lie, 'This thing doesn't belong to you, lowly commoner, hand it over to me, the king.'"

  When he was about to reach out and try to take the treasure sword from Xuan Shi Ran's hand, just as it was about to be in his grasp, Xuan Shi Ran suddenly panicked and tightly hugged the sword, "What are you doing? You have no right to take this sword away" Moreover, this sword is Grandfather's treasured possession, and it is also her only hope for returning.

  "You dare to defy me, you lowly subject!" The man's expression changed from being unruly to being cold and stern, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light. He quickly reached out and grasped Xuan Yueran's slender neck, lifting him high up.

  "Cough, cough... Let me go!" Xuan Xiuran was too busy to notice the sword that had fallen to the ground, and she stretched out her hand to try to pry open the pair of hands that were tightly gripping her neck, because she was about to suffocate.

  "The black-haired man sitting on the bed saw Wang's abnormal behavior for the first time, and he was at a loss, staring blankly as Wang could kill the girl in his hands at any moment."

  "Kill you and the Sword Emperor can be taken away." The white-haired man's mouth corner seeped out a cold, cruel taste, his eyes icy cold, he would kill this worthless person in his hand.

  "Cough...cough..." Xuan Yiran's mouth corner seeped out blood, her consciousness drifted further and further away, her eyes grew duller and duller. She seemed to see Grandpa and the others, tears slid down from the corners of her eyes without her realizing it. She was about to die...without even making it back home.