"Hurry up... swear by the shooting stars, it's said to be very effective!"
Han Chanjuan pointed at the shooting stars in the sky, her excited voice a little hurried.
The fireworks died out, leaving only a few sparks, dragging their light across the night sky, really like shooting stars.
Her stubbornness made He An helplessly raise his palms, raise three fingers and say: "The emperor and the sky are above, and the thick soil is the witness. I, He An, swear that I will never harm Han Chanjuan and her family. If I violate this I swear, God will fight..."
Before he finished speaking, a warm hand covered his lips.
"I don't want you to say... hurtful words to yourself... I believe you..."
Han Chanjuan's eyes were filled with joy and worry, and she couldn't help but interrupt He An's words.
He An was moved and grabbed Han Chanjuan's slender hand. Her palm was as soft and soft as if there were no bones, and he couldn't help but feel a surge in his heart.
The two sat opposite each other, the lights were friendly, the night was beautiful, the air seemed to become more charming, and the flame of love quietly rose in the hearts of the two...
Han Chanjuan's little hand was held by He An, her cheeks were a little hot, but her heart was full of joy and sweetness, and she kissed He An quickly on the face like a chicken pecking at rice...
Under the starry sky, the silhouettes of a man and a woman gradually overlap and slowly overlap...
The moon appeared out of the clouds at some point, as if it couldn't bear to disturb this shameful scene, and hid in the clouds with a blushing face.
Han Chanjuan leaned quietly on He An's shoulder, and the two of them were silent. Silence was better than sound at this time.
If possible, Han Chanjuan hopes to cuddle up together like this and stay together forever until...the world grows old and the seas dry up and the rocks rot.
"Oops! It's broken, it seems to be very late!"
I don’t know how long it took, but Han Chanjuan suddenly woke up. Occasionally, sporadic fireworks flashed across the night sky, and the noisy crowds on the street in the distance also quieted down. The cold wind blew, and the night was already deep.
"Then shall I take you back?"
He An stood up, moved his numb shoulders, helped Han Chanjuan up, and shook the robe sitting on the ground.
"Well! Go back quickly, otherwise... the old-fashioned man is going to have an attack again. It was hard to convince him to let me out to play today!"
Han Chanjuan held He An's arm and complained, looking at He An with eyes full of tenderness and sweetness.
"Being with you, it feels like time flies so fast!" He An couldn't help but sigh, holding Han Chanjuan's little hand affectionately.
"When I'm not with you, remember to miss me!" Han Chanjuan said with a wink.
"Yes! I will definitely do it!" He An replied seriously.
Compared with Han Chanjuan's bold and bold character, He An, who was new to relationships between men and women, seemed a bit dull. Despite this, the various scenes tonight also made him excited.
Snow fell in the night sky, falling under the light of lanterns on the street. The two of them walked to Chongwenfang. The snow gradually became heavier, and the snow was flying all over the sky like catkins. The hustle and bustle faded away, and the streets were quiet, except for those who returned home in twos and threes. Tourists hurried home.
"What a beauty!"
Han Chanjuan smiled sweetly and waved her hands to catch a snowflake. He An was about to say something when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, and a look of alert suddenly appeared on his face.
Three people walked towards each other in the wind and snow. The lights cast their shadows on the ground for a long time, like night demons emerging from the depths of the abyss.
The three of them walked side by side, making the already narrow street seem even narrower. Although they couldn't see each other's faces clearly, the murderous aura exuded by them made the snowflakes flying in front of them become chaotic.
The visitor is not good——
Unexpectedly, He An remembered that the last time he was attacked, he was with Han Chanjuan, also late at night, but the other party was not as blatant as today. He was not covered up, but he seemed confident.
He An calmly glanced back, and sure enough, there were three people slowly surrounding him from behind.
Six people, one behind the other, surrounded He An and the two in the middle of the street.
Han Chanjuan tugged at the corner of He An's clothes, and a hint of evil appeared on her beautiful eyebrows, like a little female leopard getting ready to get angry.
He An gently patted the back of her hand, exhaled slowly, and clenched his fists tightly.
"Your Excellency, is He An?"
One of the three people coming towards him asked a question.
"Are you...from the Cui family?"
In the flickering lights, He An caught a glimpse of one of them who looked very similar to Cui Mengshu, and he suddenly understood.
"Smart! It's really refreshing to deal with smart people!"
The person who spoke did not hide it at all, with a heart-stopping smile on his pale face.
He flicked his nails and said happily: "There was a big fire in Zhixingyuan, and now I have too much time to take care of myself. Shang Yuanye has let down his guard. It will definitely be more fun to kill you or maim you at this time!"
"Baby, what nonsense are you talking to him about? Kill him!"
Following a loud shout from behind, the wind roared, and a sharp sword struck at the back of He An's head.
At the same time, others took action at the same time...
He An kicked off his left leg and lowered his head to dodge. The sword light passed by like lightning. Several hairs on He An's head were cut off and fell faintly...
There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and the person who was attacking Han Chanjuan was kicked in the tibia by He An. He screamed and fell to the ground holding his legs and crying in pain.
He An turned around and punched out again, hitting the man in the back with a heavy blow on the man's blade. The fine steel dagger was directly broken into two pieces. The punch did not lose its force and hit the man's chest. "Pfft" a mouthful of blood spurted out. The man fell on his back.
He An Youran stepped back, dodged a whip kick from the side, and hit the ribs of the person behind him with an elbow hammer. There was a crisp "click" sound, and the person with broken ribs groaned and collapsed to the ground.
In a confrontation, He An injured three people in a row. The leader seemed not to have expected that He An was so brave. He seemed to be more powerful than what was reported. He pulled out a soft sword from his waist, moved the sword like the wind, and stabbed at He An.
The tip of the sword trembled, like a spirit snake spitting out a message, and struck directly at He An's face. There were two people left. One of them roared lowly, took out a dagger from his waist, and stabbed He An in the lower abdomen. The other one rushed towards Han Chanjuan. .
In the falling snow, He An became more and more courageous as he fought. Since he practiced hard in the cold room for three months, his martial arts cultivation has become increasingly better. After the battle with Li Bie, he learned a lot from it. Tonight, he faced several members of the Cui family. The strength is no longer what it used to be.
As soon as the two sides fought, the decision was made. He An keenly seized the opportunity and knocked down the weakest three in one fell swoop.
The sword light flashed, and the cold stars were dotted. He An moved around, blocked the man holding the dagger and punched him. He turned his arm to turn the knife into a palm, and struck the man who was fighting Han Chanjuan on the back of the neck at a weird angle. Han Chanjuan took the opportunity. Knocked the man down with one palm.
Miss Han, whose breath was somewhat disturbed, raised her foot angrily and kicked the man hard again with her deerskin boots...
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and soon the bodies of the few people who fell on the ground were covered with a layer of white snow.
The leader holding the soft sword looked livid, and screamed. Snow swirled in front of him, and several rays of sword energy, packed with murderous intent, shot He An in the chest.
He An's eyes flashed coldly, and he quickly mobilized his true energy. He twisted his body in an incredible posture, dodged several sword energy, and stepped forward in an instant. Two fingers came out and clamped the opponent's long sword.
Feeling the surging energy transmitted from the sword, the leader was shocked to the point of soreness in his mouth, and his soft sword had been twisted into twists by He An's palm.
He gave up his sword with a loud shout, and struck out with a palm in anger.
He An faced the wind and snow and also struck with a palm. The two of them struck each other with their palms and each took two steps back.
He An stabilized his body, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and his expression suddenly changed. He saw the man holding the dagger making fierce moves. Han Chanjuan's hairpin was messy, and she was about to be unable to resist. The cold light flickered towards her forearm.
He An didn't have time to think about it, he quickly jumped up, poured his true energy into his right arm, and pointed out.
An extremely hot air flow came out through the finger. Wherever it passed, the snowflakes melted and the air became distorted.
The snow curtain, which looked like white satin under the light, seemed to be cut in half instantly by an invisible sharp blade.
"Pfft"——
There was a sound of strength piercing through the flesh, and the dagger was released. Blood splattered on the man's shoulder, and a terrible blood hole was punched out. The huge pain made him scream miserably.
He covered the wound and curled up like a shrimp and fell to the ground. The bright red blood quickly dyed the snow red.
He An did not expect that the power of his "Shocking Finger" would be so terrifying. He was stunned for a moment, pulled Han Chanjuan, turned around and left.
The leader exchanged palms with He An, and found that He An's true energy was so domineering and powerful that it caused the blood in his chest to surge. Just as he was calming down with his exercises, he felt a spiral energy that had invaded the muscles in his body along the palm of his hand. My pulse felt as if countless sharp knives were stirring inside it, which was very uncomfortable.
The leader looked at He An again with a hint of fear in his eyes.
When he saw his companion being stabbed through the shoulder with a finger, the terrifying aura brought about by that finger made his heart palpitate. It was the aura of death.
Only now did he know what a terrible enemy they had provoked tonight. As an outstanding disciple of the Cui family, he had always been fearless. At this moment, he fell into deep fear. In this cold and snowy night, he was actually frightened. Breaking into a cold sweat.
"Hey...how did you...become so powerful now?"
He An held Han Chanjuan's hand, and the two walked quickly on the street. Han Chanjuan asked breathlessly, looking at He An with stars in her eyes.
"I just tried to save you...I didn't think too much, and my shot was a bit harsh."
He An looked back, exhaled a breath, turned into white mist in the wind, and said: "From now on, the Cui family and I are destined to fight to the death!"
"It was them last time, and it's them this time. These people are really lingering!" Han Chanjuan quickened her pace, making the snow crunch under her feet. She brushed her hair from her face and said angrily: "They have harmed us several times. It's so abominable!"
The streets were empty and silent, and the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground could be heard. The roads and roofs had turned completely white.
The lights on this street have all been extinguished, with only a few scattered lights in the distance glowing faintly in the heavy snow.
The two of them walked past the end of the long street, not far from Yongningfang where Han Chanjuan lived.
The wind blows, the sound whines, and the snowflakes on the ground are blown away...
He An's body suddenly paused, and he protected Han Chanjuan behind him with a solemn expression.
"Young man, your skills are good, but you are too cruel!"
A voice sounded leisurely, and there were echoes in all directions, making it impossible to tell where the voice came from.
He An raised his palm as if facing a formidable enemy.
