It was late at night.

The windows of the room were covered with curtains, with no lights or moonlight.

In the deep and quiet darkness, a blurry outline gradually became clear.

Xia Lan leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling above her head in a daze. She didn't know when he had maintained this position without any meaning.

Occasionally, he would close his eyes, and occasionally, he would pick up the wine barrels that were within reach and drink them. He could even see dirty wine stains on the corners of his mouth, his clothes, and even his eyes were stained.

He rarely drinks alcohol, and once he drinks alcohol, he drinks a lot, a lot.

He was used to drinking big gulps, drinking happily, and drinking endlessly... until he was willing to be completely anesthetized by alcohol, and did not want to think, could not think, was empty and had no worries.

However, the more you drink, the more you stimulate the memory fragments buried deep in your heart.

Some are painful, some are relieved, some are happy, some are unbearable...

For some reason, every bit of the previous life began to appear quietly with the erosion of alcohol.

Xia Lan, no, his name is not Xia Lan.

My name is Xia Xun. "Xia Lan" affirmed her identity in her previous life in this way.

He was born in a very good era, an era of real world harmony.

War destroys the decadent past, and war rebuilds the future of mankind.

The history of hundreds of years ago always makes people talk about, while the human beings of hundreds of years ago always makes people sigh.

For freedom, peace, and interests... the desire for greed and unwillingness and the temptation of the devil in the heart are caused by them, and they personally pulled down the curtain of their own era.

But, this is already the past and it is useless to say more.

Xia Xun had an ordinary life, if he had not died unexpectedly at the age of 24.

He remembered his parents who loved him, he remembered the rebellious and left home that year, the girl he loved when he was born, and the work experience of resigning angrily by his colleagues...

He began to escape from reality, he began to indulge in games, and lived hard every month, relying on the government's minimum living allowance benefits.

He often lay in bed late at night thinking, what is the purpose of living? Is it just waiting for death?

He doesn't know.

until……

He is dead.

...

"I never thought that a woman would be so strongly on a man."

Suddenly, a strange sound appeared in the dark room.

Xia Lan's fingers moved, and the fingers wearing the virtual ring flashed a slight light instantly, and a sharp long sword with the inscription glory appeared in his hand.

"If a swordsman cannot keep his vigilance enough, he will end up like you."

Xia Lan did not move, or he could not move.

Because, the back of his neck was pricked by a cold sword. If he moved, he would die.

Alcohol numbed his perception and his reaction.

He missed the best corresponding opportunity.

"Who are you?" Xia Lan said coldly.

"My name is Bedwin." The stranger said lightly.

"So it's you." Xia Lan laughed, "What, did His Highness the Great Prince send you to kill me?"

He knew who he was. From the information of Lao Xiake, Bedwen was the most trusted and loyal subordinate of the eldest prince, and he also had the key figure in charge of all the intelligence and force of the eldest prince.

"No, Your Highness the Great Prince did not ask me to kill you." Bedwin said with sarcasm in his words: "You are not worthy of letting me take action."

"So what's the point of visiting late at night?" Xia Lan said calmly, holding the sword tightly, always alerting the sword tip behind her neck.

"I just want to know what kind of value the person who can be favored by His Highness the Great Prince will have. Unfortunately, you disappointed me." Bedwin said in a low voice.

"I didn't expect that His Highness the Great Prince finally began to trust me." Xia Lan sighed pretending to be.

Bedwin snorted coldly and said, "I don't know whether Your Highness the Great Prince will trust you, but I will never trust you."

"It's a pity that you are not His Highness the Great Prince."

"I know what you think. Do you think I dare not kill you? Even if I kill you, the eldest prince will only blame me for itchlessly."

As he said that, Bedwen pierced the sword in his hand through the skin behind Xia Lan's neck, and a bright warm red liquid slowly emerged and flowed out.

"Why don't you stab in? Or do you dare not?" Xia Lan felt the murderous intent behind her, her mouth curled up, and her words were filled with irrational mockery.

"You are a smart person, but sometimes you shouldn't be angry with me."

The sword edge is deeper.

"Precisely because I am a smart person, I know you won't kill me now." Xia Lan took back the sword in her hand and laughed softly as if she gave up on resisting.

He guessed it right, and Bedvin didn't dare to kill him.

The sword tip behind the neck slowly left his skin and disappeared, but the murderous intent on Bedwen did not fade at all.

"I can't kill you without the orders of the eldest prince."

"It is precisely because of this that you are the person you trust most by His Highness the Great Prince."

Bedwin's figure left behind him and walked to the sofa in front of him and sat down. The darkness seemed to have not affected his sight. He looked at the wine barrels scattered all over the ground at his feet, and sneered at Xia Lan, who was emitting strong wine and fishy smell in front of him, "You can drink very well."

"Do you want to go together?" Xia Lan put the excess wine barrel beside him heavily in front of him and smiled.

"Are you qualified?" Bedwin said disdainfully.

"Drinking is not the so-called qualification. Drink if you want to drink, drink if you don't want to drink." Xia Lan reached out and wiped the blood flowing from her neck, and sent it to her mouth and licked it lightly, slightly salty and fishy.

This is his blood, but it won't flow out in vain.

"The eldest prince has helped you solve the problems of the Portrame family in the future. Perhaps without the eldest prince, they would not dare to do anything to you." Bedwen said with a squinted eyes.

"So I've been trying to get promoted to the upper swordsman."

"A superior swordsman, such a young and genius superior swordsman, I'm afraid there are not many in the Kingdom of Adria... No wonder the eldest prince will take a fancy to you." Bedwen asked irresponsibly.

"It's just thanks to His Highness the Great Prince's wise eyes." Xia Lan smiled.

"But you will never be truly trusted by His Highness the Great Prince." Bedwen said coldly.

"But all I really need is to take back what once belonged to me." Xia Lan smiled at Bedwen.

Without absolute darkness, it would not be possible to cover the eyes of the upper swordsman.

"You are not Norvid Silandov Yare." Bedwin suddenly sneered.

"Who can prove that I am not Norvid Zelandov Yare?" Xia Lan opposed tit-for-tat.

"I don't want to know who you are! But if I find out that you have any actions that are unfavorable to His Highness the Great Prince, I will kill you as soon as possible!" After saying that, Bedwen stood up and looked down at Xia Lan with condescending attention.

"I believe you won't come to me for no reason because of this matter." Xia Lan hugged her hands, showed her attitude towards him without caring about it.

"Indeed." Bedwen said slightly. "I want to remind you something when I come here."

"What's the matter?"

"Your killing Ambofen is exposed."

“Exposed?”

"Maybe you don't know that Drov, the security chief of Tonghua District, has been following and investigating your whereabouts these days. Even the little girl from the Alchemy Association you hooked up with was involved... I think you should know what to do."

A gust of wind blew the curtains that covered the windows, and the moonlight shone on the darkness, but in the room, Bedwin's figure had long disappeared.

"Drov?"
Chapter completed!