Villain: The memory of the tyrant is exposed, the empress cries

Lu Ran didn't know at all that he was about to face many murderous threats just after he came out of Wenrou Township.

Lu Ran put on his clothes and walked out of Aojiao's room, and walked towards his own room next door.

Ao Jiao is really capable of tossing around, and Lu Ran finally understands what is the best way for a woman to keep her man from cheating at this time - with a gun but no bullets.

As soon as he came to the door of his room, Lu Ran felt a strong killing intent, which came from behind the door.

However, the strength of the people behind the door is not very strong, only the strength of the foundation building period.

Lu Ran raised his eyebrows?
'Foundation building?Shouldn't it?Why did people from the Foundation Establishment Stage come to kill me! '

Lu Ran didn't suspect that the opponent's strength was too high, on the contrary, it was because the opponent's strength was too low.

Lu Ran recalled the people who wanted to kill him, the Black Wolf King, the Eighth Prince, Mieshitang, no matter how to assassinate him, he should send a master above the peak of Jindan.

Unexpectedly, three Qi training peaks came, one of the first level of foundation building, and one of the second level of foundation building!
Who the hell are you looking down on here!
To assassinate Lao Tzu, send this group of bastards!

What oil and water can be squeezed out of this group of trash fish!

"Squeak!"

There was a sound of a wooden door shaking, and the door of Lu Ran's room was slowly opened.

Just before the door was fully opened, a sword light shot straight out from the crack in the door!

"Jiang Yumeng, please die!" The sword wielding man thought that he would stab him to death with a single sword, but he didn't expect to smash the door of the room and rushed into the corridor.

"What about people?"

The man who swung the sword stabbed the air with his sword, and found that there was no one in front of the door.

"Who? Let you kill me."

At this moment, a voice appeared behind the sword-wielding man.

The sound was not loud, but it was extremely sharp, piercing through his whole body.

This voice was like a knife, a knife that could completely dissect him.

The person who wielded the sword felt that he had only spoken a few words, as if he had been separated from his flesh and blood.

The person wielding the sword felt that the footsteps of the person walking towards him from behind were so light that they could hardly reach his ears.

But every step was like stepping on his heart, making him feel suffocated.

The forehead of the man wielding the sword was already covered with cold sweat, his body seemed to be frozen, he could only slowly twist his body to see who was behind him.

When the sword-wielding man turned his head to look over, his pupils were wide open, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing constantly.

He felt that what stood before him was not a person, but a sharp blade that could split everything in the world!

And the man in front of him obviously didn't know him.

When I looked down, I saw the man in front of me holding a bun with four heads in his hand, blood dripping all over the floor.

"Jianghe! Jiangshan!"

The man wielding the sword cried out in shock, as if these two people were very important to him.

The man wielding the sword looked up at Lu Ran, with anger on his face, and even more fear, because he found that he couldn't see the strength of the man in front of him at all.

But the sword-wielding man began to yell: "You, how dare you kill them! Do you know who they are?"

Lu Ran sneered: "Hmph, who are they? Didn't your master tell you who I am when he sent you here?"

Before the age of 12, Lu Ran received the training of guards. For him, his life's mission is to train in idleness, kill people in wartime, and become a natural killer.

What's more, the opponents have already ambushed in the room this time, if Lu Ran doesn't make a move, it would be a pity for this troubled world.

In a world structure in which a person's force value can push a country flat, the knife in the monk's hand is the same as the gun in the hand of the technological world.

When the opponent has a gun and doesn't know what he is going to do, the best way is to empty the magazine.

Whoever you are, bang first and ask later.

Said that Lu Ran threw his head at the feet of the sword-wielding man: "Tell me, who sent you here, the Black Wolf King, the Eighth Prince, and Mieshitang."

The sword-wielding man opened his mouth wide, but didn't react.

Lu Ran waved his hand: "Wait a minute, it's the first time that the Black Wolf King sent someone at the peak of Jindan to assassinate me. He should know my strength. The eighth prince was beaten by me before, so he can't send a small miscellaneous fish to kill me." Come here to deliver food, you are a member of Mieshitang, but don’t you know that all the northern crows died in my hands, do these few miscellaneous fish disgust me?”

The sword-wielding man was dumbfounded.

He doesn't know the Black Wolf King, but he knows who the Eighth Prince and the Northern Crow are referring to. Is this person in front of him with such a strong record?

At this moment, the man wielding the sword knew one thing, he had killed the wrong person!
But he couldn't say it at all, just looking at the forces that had a grudge against the man in front of him, even if he said that he assassinated the wrong person, the other party would not care about killing him too.

My own level will not be looked down upon by the other party at all.

"Uncle Clan! You guys have come here after all!"

At this moment, a voice sounded at the top of the stairs. Lu Ran felt that the voice was so familiar, and looked in the direction of the voice.

Lu Ran suddenly realized that it was the eunuch sitting at the same table with him and listening to Ao Jiao's lecture, no, it was the boy in white.

Why is this boy in white called Uncle Clan, the sword-wielding man? The two know each other?
"Jiang." The sword-wielding man looked at the white-clothed boy coming up from the stairs, and was about to call out his name.

However, Lu Ran slashed out with a sword and cut off the calf directly.

"what!"

A scream sounded, and the sword-wielding man fell heavily to the ground.

Lu Ran calmly looked at the sword-wielding man lying on the ground, stepped on the sword-wielding man's head, and said in a cold tone, "What am I asking you? You actually look at others, do you look down on me?"

At this time, the boy in white looked in Lu Ran's direction, and it was the man who was attending Ao Jiao's class with him.

At this time, the boy in white was surprised to find that the entire corridor was already full of people's heads, and blood flowed like a river.

"Jianghe! Jiangshan!"

He was also very surprised in his voice, the sharp voice didn't look like a man at all.

The boy in white didn't know what happened, but it must have been someone from his family who came to assassinate him, but he clashed with the man in front of him by accident, and was wiped out after just a meeting.

The white-clothed boy's mind is in chaos. What kind of protagonist's plot is this? Encountering an adventure at the most difficult time?
The head of the sword-wielding man was firmly crushed, and he couldn't move at all. His eyes wanted to turn up, and he looked at Lu Ran with a pair of eyes, showing a complex emotion in his eyes.

Lu Ran didn't care about it at all: "Say! Who sent you here!"

I only heard the faltering of the sword-wielding man's mouth, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Oh! Don't you say it?" Lu Ran raised his eyebrows, looked away, and a sword flew out, cutting off the hands of the man wielding the sword.

The man wielding the sword kept wriggling his body in extreme pain, like a fleshy worm, but Lu Ran stomped on his head and remained motionless.

The boy in white glanced at Lu Ran, and said, "Which one?"

Lu Ran glanced over: "Do you know this person?"

The boy in white pondered for a while and said, "No, I just want to say that if you step on his head, he won't be able to open his mouth."

In an instant, the air froze, except for the sword-wielding man lying on the ground, the world seemed to have been pressed to rest.