[Don't go, I'll only protect you.] Mo Jian refused without thinking about it.

Tang Wan also knew that it was difficult for some strong people to say this, Mo Jian appeared here to protect her, although she treated him as a younger brother, it was impossible to force him to do things.

She didn't speak for a while, and there was a guard named Thousand Blades left in the mansion today, and even Cang Dusk didn't stay.

Thousand Blades was ordered to stay in the palace, and there was no news from the palace, so nothing happened, but Tang Wan didn't know why, he just couldn't put his mind at ease.

She called Thousand Blades and asked again, telling him to come and tell her anything at once.

Seeing this, Mo Jian couldn't help but speak again, [Sister really wants me to go to the palace? But in the meantime, what should you do if something happens to you? Also, there are many palaces that I can't enter, and there is not much news I can find. 】

[I won't have an accident in the palace, but what you said makes sense, if you can't enter the palace, you may not be able to find words, forget it, I still don't think too much. 】

Tang Wan shook her head and comforted herself.

In the afternoon, the weather suddenly became gloomy, and in the evening there were snowflakes again.

Tang Wan took Tang Pozi to the library of Sanqiu Courtyard to look through the folk tale books of this era, but he was very absent-minded, and he had to look out the window from time to time.

The library was silent and undisturbed, and Mo Jian simply appeared, lying behind the bookshelf and sleeping lazily.

For a certain time, there was only the sound of Tang Wan flipping through the book, and the occasional movement of Xuesheng coming in to add tea.

Tang spent more time in a daze than reading a book, and when the eaves of the ground were gradually covered with a layer of snow white, the voice of the ink suddenly woke her up from her stupor.

"Someone's coming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several black-clothed people suddenly poured into the library cabinet, holding long knives and pounced on her.

Their appearance is strange, their martial arts are extremely high, and there are already fights outside the library, it seems that there are more than just these few people.

Tang Wan's reaction was quite fast, she threw the book in her hand over, and when the book was split in half by the long knife, Mojian's figure also blocked her like a ghost.

He clearly had no weapons, but when the wind slashed through his palm, a black gas was like a sharp knife, and it knocked those people to the ground.

"Who are you?!" Tang Wan said sharply.

Those people quickly turned over and got up, looked at each other, and one of them slowly pulled out the saber on his waist, which was a golden big knife, and the sword light was so light that Tang Wan couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his eyes, and then heard the man say coldly: "Kill!" ”

"Stand back." Moma reached out and nudged her, and stepped forward.

Tang Wan also summoned the reverse thorn, but the reverse thorn in this life was as blunt as a stone tool, which really made her feel bottomless.

Between these people's actions, except for the one who said a killing word, the others were silent, and in addition to the sound of fighting, there was only Tang Wan's heartbeat.

These people actually wanted to kill her, who would have sent them?

There were no guards pouring in outside the Sanqiu Courtyard, so they must have been chopped in.

With the attack of the man in black with the golden sword, Mo Jian was forced by the sword qi to be unable to enter his body, he never expected that there were still people's weapons like a prohibition, so that he could not make a move in this mirror world, and his spiritual power was sealed sixty percent.

He turned to attack the others, and the owner of the golden knife seemed to see something, and danced the big knife impenetrable, pinning him down, and the other four people all attacked Tang Wan.

Mo Jian was worried, the spell could not be cast, and when he turned around, his arm was slashed by the golden knife, and a puff of white smoke suddenly appeared. I want to talk with more like-minded people about "Fast Wear Poison: The Cold BOSS Can't Be Moved", WeChat pays attention to "Youyue Literature", chats about life, and looks for confidants~