Chapter 680: Master Hou Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall
Chapter 680: On cultivation and temperament, who can match Hou Yunjiao
Qin Ruan turned her wrist slightly, placing the two pieces of withered wood on the table.
They were respectively the remnants left at the scene after Nangong Yunlong's death and the ones controlled by Huang Jushu at the Audri School for decades, which fell from the pitiful little girl.
The withered wood was pushed in front of Lan An by Qin Ruan's fair fingers.
She smiled slightly and said to Lan An, "I invited you here because there have been a series of homicides in the capital, and their bodies have all been implanted with your original withered wood."
No beating around the bush, a very direct opening, straightforward.
Lan An didn't look at the things on the table. He stared at Qin Ruan's face with his cold double pupils.
He noticed that Qin Ruan was pregnant; he saw it when she came in.
The hint of baby fat on her chin should be due to the pregnancy.
Lan An tightly pursed his lips, and his pupils turned a mysterious emerald color, an eerie glimmer.
Qin Ruan's clear eyes met his probing gaze, showing a sense of detachment.
She thought this person was really interesting, seemingly indifferent and cold, but with something else mixed in.
Lan An slowly lowered his head, his gaze leaving Qin Ruan and landing on the hand placed on the table.
The hand was slender and fair, with faint scars on the back when looked closely.
He furrowed his brows lightly, as if seeing something very displeasing.
Perhaps he paid too much attention to Qin Ruan, Ling Feng nudged his arm.
"Lan An?"
Lan An looked back, and the icy glimmer in his eyes showed a trace of warmth.
Seeing Ling Feng's puzzled look, he shook his head lightly, "It's nothing."
He reached out to touch the two pieces of withered wood on the table.
He recognized his original withered wood at first glance.
Lan An held the withered wood and looked at Qin Ruan, saying, "It is indeed mine. There is a strong smell of blood on it, as well as the resentment of humans."
Qin Ruan's expression remained calm as she said, "Someone used it for evil deeds. No one knows how many wandering souls it has endured, accumulating for decades. It's inevitable that it has some resentment."
She raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, revealing the scar on the back of her hand more clearly.
Lan An's gaze focused on the faint scar, his delicate brows slightly furrowed.
Those scars seemed to make him unable to bear it, and a faint killing intent leaked from him.
In his deep eyes, there was a mix of reluctance, melancholy, and a faint trace of pity.
Sensing the dangerous aura, Qin Ruan stared at Lan An with a heavy gaze.
This person's temperament was really strange, constantly staring at her, his expression changing unpredictably, making it hard to read him.
Qin Ruan asked in a cold tone, "Lan An, do you know who is behind all this?"
Lan An sensed his unstable emotions and restrained his aura. He shook his head to Qin Ruan, "Over the thousands of years, I've lost count of how many of my original branches have been lost."
He had existed in this world for thousands of years, and he couldn't remember these irrelevant things.
Qin Ruan reminded him, "It's a yellow jujube tree transplanted from Qishan to a certain school in the capital."
Lan An still shook his head, his captivating and charming face showing indifference.
Qin Ruan smiled and said, "The yellow jujube tree used your original withered wood for cultivation and evil deeds. The aura on you is closely related to it. Can you find it?"
"Sure, are you in a hurry?"
"Yes, I am. If we can't find it, who knows where it might harm people."
"Alright." Lan An stood up, picking up the two pieces of withered wood on the table, and looked at Qin Ruan seriously, "I'll find it right away."
"No need to rush. You and Ling Feng have just arrived in the capital; you can rest first."
Qin Ruan also stood up, her six-month-old pregnant belly once again catching Lan An's eye.
He instinctively averted his gaze, staring at a certain spot on the ground, lost in thought.
After eating the snacks and drinking the tea, Qiao Nanyuan couldn't sit still.
He stood up, clapped his hands, and walked to Qin Ruan, saying, "Friend Qin, I'll leave first. I'm a bit worried about leaving Jiu Yao alone at home."
Qin Ruan said, "I'll have someone send you."
Qiao Nanyuan waved his hand, "No need, I'll go back on my own. You can take care of these two?"
Qin Ruan nodded, "I will arrange their accommodations and daily needs."
"Alright, I'm leaving."
Qiao Nanyuan left in large strides, without even glancing at Ling Feng and Lan An.
Qin Ruan personally saw him off, without wearing a coat outside.
The cold wind outside blew, and she subconsciously shivered.
Lan An let go of Ling Feng's hand, walked up, and stood in front of Qin Ruan.
He said to Qiao Nanyuan who was leaving, "Thank you, Mr. Qiao, for bringing me and Ling Feng to the capital. We may meet again someday."
Qiao Nanyuan didn't speak or turn back. He raised his arm, waved his hand gracefully, and left.
Watching Qiao Nanyuan's car driving away, Lan An turned back and faced Qin Ruan.
Although he was not tall, he exuded a strong sense of stability, and his handsome and charming face made people unable to help but look at him more.
Qin Ruan, who was afraid of the cold, took a look at Lan An and turned to walk into the room.
Even the most handsome person in her heart couldn't cause any ripples.
In this world, when it came to appearance and temperament, who could match Hou Yunjiao's stunning charm?
Perhaps due to her heavy body and somewhat absent-mindedness, Qin Ruan stumbled on flat ground, and her body swayed.
Lan An saw this and rushed forward with a quick step.
He reached out and held Qin Ruan's waist, stabilizing her body.
The action seemed ambiguous, but there was no boundary-crossing behavior.
After stabilizing Qin Ruan's body, Lan An quickly withdrew his hand.
There was still a faint fragrance of Qin Ruan's clothes on his fingertips, and he subconsciously flicked his fingers.
Ling Feng saw this scene, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, but the strange expression on his face disappeared in an instant.
Qin Ruan's nose still had the lingering grass and wood fragrance of Lan An.
She turned her head and looked at Lan An, and their eyes met.
His gaze was like a bottomless abyss, able to unknowingly penetrate your thoughts and see through your heart.
If it weren't for the fact that there was no hint of ambiguity or ill intentions in Lan An's gaze, Qin Ruan might have misunderstood him.
Being scrutinized by someone's probing gaze made anyone feel offended.
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