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Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment, then quickly grabbed the Big Ice Block:

"Don't worry."

"..." Ran Qingmo looked puzzled.

It was as if it were asking, "Didn't you just tell me to kill that Bai Zhao?"

Xu Yuan didn't speak, but blinked.

Ran Qingmo blinked in confusion.

Xu Yuan glanced at the seat.

Ran Qingmo obediently sat back down.

After doing all this, Xu Yuan turned to look at Xu Xinyao again:

"I die, he dies, choose."

After a while,

Xu Xinyao said with some difficulty:

"Third Brother, this isn't a simple either/or situation. He has no reason to betray us, and no one will believe him anyway."

Xu Yuan nodded and said in a low voice:

"You're right, my current reputation isn't enough to convince the world of a mere gang leader's words, but Xin Yao, you seem to have forgotten one thing."

"What?" Xu Xinyao.

Xu Yuan uttered a sentence:

"Those friends of mine have met me before; they know what kind of person I am now."

Xu Xinyao's pupils contracted slightly.

Xu Yuan continued:

"Huanglong Market is too close to both Shengshan County and Wanxiang City. The timing matches, the people match, and with this kind of information, do you think they wouldn't think deeply about this coincidence? And if they did think deeply, wouldn't they tell their elders about it?"

At this point, Xu Yuan smiled enigmatically:

"Of course, you could also say that the people you associate with are all idiots who wouldn't think that far ahead."

Xu Xinyao remained silent.

Xu Yuan looked directly into her eyes:

"Xin Yao, I just told you how my second brother died."

"This kind of thing cannot be allowed to exist even if there is only a possibility. Even if I agree, my father will not agree, because if it happens, I will die."

With a sigh, Xu Yuan glanced sideways at the sky outside the pavilion:

"Ten years from now, he can say whatever he wants about this, because at that time I'm confident my cultivation will surpass Xu Changge's current level. But not now, I'm too weak."

Xu Chang'an is not the second Xu Yinhe, because he is dead.

In this world, cultivation level doesn't determine everything, but many things simply can't be done without it.

After she finished speaking, Xu Xinyao remained silent for a long time.

Xu Yuan stared for a while, and seeing that there was still no answer, he gave up trying to persuade her. He looked away, picked up his chopsticks, and said in a low voice:

"Never mind, let's eat first."

He's dead.

"What?"

Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment, looking at Xu Xinyao with some disbelief.

Xu Xinyao's hands, resting tightly on her thighs, were clenched tightly. She raised her eyes, which were slightly red.

"If he dies, I... I don't want my Third Brother to die."

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This time, Xu Yuan fell silent, his eyes looking somewhat strange.

After a long pause, Xu Yuan suddenly smiled and reached out to wipe away the tears that were about to fall from Xin Yao's eyes.

"Don't cry, I was just joking with you."

"I wasn't lying to him. I really was going to talk to my father about him. Although he'll most likely be placed under house arrest, his life should be safe."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xinyao's expression shifted for a moment, then she turned her face away, biting her lip.

"Third Brother, all you do is bully me!"

Xu Yuan withdrew his hand, poured himself a cup of fragrant tea, and pointed to another human skin mask in the compartment of the box on the table:

"Take it with you, just make sure no one else sees it, or someone else will probably die."

"Mm." Xu Xinyao nodded silently.

After finishing these tasks, Xu Yuan suddenly noticed that Ran Qingmo was still watching him. In a great mood, he leaned closer and asked with a soft laugh:

"Keep looking at me. Does this mask look good?"

As the man's presence drew near, Ran Qingmo instinctively sat up straight, took a few steps back, and after observing him carefully for a few moments, replied:

"Hmm, you don't look as good as you did before."

"Huh?"

Xu Yuan hesitated for a moment, then asked in a serious voice:

"That's too vague. Can you describe for me how it looked better before than it does now?"

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Hearing the serious tone, Ran Qingmo's eyes narrowed slightly as she stared intently at Xu Yuan, seemingly searching her mind for the right words to describe him.

At this time,

Xu Xinyao rolled her eyes and handed over a bronze mirror.

"Third Brother, don't make things difficult for Sister Qingmo, just look for yourself."

"Tsk."

Xu Yuan clicked his tongue, glared at his Fourth Sister, but sat up straight and casually took the bronze mirror to look at himself.

A handsome man came into view, and when he raised his hand to touch it, he felt nothing unusual.

It's much more natural than the technology of my previous life, and it's also removable.

That's definitely cutting-edge technology.

After a moment's thought, Xu Yuan smiled, looked up at Xu Xinyao, who had already put on her mask.

Although she wore a mask, her calm and gentle demeanor was still impossible to conceal.

Xu Yuan looked at the other person without saying a word.

Xu Xinyao asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Third Brother, why are you staring at me like that?"

Xu Yuan slowly stood up and then replied:

"The higher-ups of the Wanxiang Sect have seen you before. Although the mask's Will Soul cannot see through it, the aura is too similar."

Xu Xinyao was slightly taken aback, and looked at Xu Yuan who had walked closer, asking in a low voice:

"What should we do then? Find someone to disguise themselves?"

Xu Yuan walked up behind the Fourth Sister and tossed her long, flowing hair:

"Your face is completely different now, what kind of disguise do you want? I'll just change your hairstyle."

"Hairstyle?" Xu Xinyao was taken aback.

"Give me a few hairbands," Xu Yuan said with a smile.

Xu Xinyao looked at him with some confusion, but still gave him a look.

After a brief recollection, Xu Yuan gathered Xu Xinyao's long, glossy black hair and began to skillfully manipulate it.

For a moment, the pavilion fell silent.

Ran Qingmo sat opposite Xu Yuan, her gaze fixed intently on the way he braided Xu Xinyao's hair.

Fifteen minutes later,

Xu Xinyao stared intently at her somewhat unusual hairstyle in the mirror, then turned her gaze through the mirror to look at Xu Yuan behind her, her expression becoming rather strange.

"Third Brother, what kind of hairstyle is that?"

"A hairstyle that can change your overall look."

Xu Yuan smiled as he looked at Xu Xinyao's slightly aloof reflection in the mirror.

I learned this hairstyle from a girlfriend in my past life who loved to dress up. She had a different hairstyle every day and would always ask him to help her. Eventually, I learned it.

Xu Xinyao paused for a moment, then her lips curled into a slight smile, her tone becoming somewhat sarcastic:

"It seems you did learn some things to please girls back in the day, Third Brother."

If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute.

Xu Yuan gently tugged at Xu Xinyao's high ponytail and whispered, "..."

"When you go to the Wanxiang Sect, remember not to wear this outfit. Change into something more neat and tidy, like what Ran Qingmo would be perfect."

After saying that, he placed the remaining hairbands on the stone table and turned his head away, ignoring his aching sworn sister.

Then,

He then met Ran Qingmo's deep, unfathomable gaze.

They looked at each other for two seconds.

Xu Yuan asked with a calm expression:

"You want one too?"

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Upon hearing this, Ran Qingmo glanced at Xu Xinyao's hairstyle, paused briefly, and shook his head.

"No, this hairstyle will fall apart if you go too fast."

Xu Yuan suggests:

"You can buy a few hair ornaments engraved with array patterns, or just ask Xu Xinyao to give you two. As long as you're not hit head-on, they won't fall apart."

This Big Ice Block was always dressed in black, with his hair always naturally flowing down his shoulders; he never tidied it up.

Ran Qingmo finally shook her head:

"A waste of time."

"All right."

Seeing this, Xu Yuan stopped trying to persuade her and instead transmitted his voice to Ran Qingmo:

"With the hairstyle and clothes sorted out, all that's left is the figure. Remember to tell Xin Yao to cling to him later."

"..." Ran Qingmo asked, puzzled.

Xu Yuan's gaze slowly moved downwards, then paused.

"." Ran Qingmo's hand quickly moved upwards and grabbed the Ink Sword.

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