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The man saw Murong Xuan's hesitation and was worried, but he didn't show it on his face. "I know what you're thinking, but the Heavenly Son Sword is of value to everyone. It's just that at this moment, he's in the hands of the Mu Rong family's old man, so it's only useful for business. Other than money, there's no other value to him. Just imagine it. "

Murong Xuan knew what a man meant. Right now, all he wanted was to use the Heavenly Sword to exchange for Jiang Liu'er's life, but …

He did hate Jiang Liu'er, but he clearly knew about killing her. Every time this name appeared, Murong Xuan would feel extremely unlucky, not to mention the amount of bad luck it was, especially in front of Yang Xiaotong, the woman he liked.

A man wouldn't be willing to make a fool of himself in front of a man, or to steal away a woman that he had always treated as a thorn in his side.

He didn't want to be a bargaining chip between other people. In any case, he was the son of Murong Batian, and even if he wasn't as amazing as Murong Batian, he should have at least grasped a little about it.

"Why should I believe you? What's more, as long as I'm willing to pay, I can help out with a lot of people. What about when I was a three-year-old? "

The man seemed to have expected these words from Murong Xuan. He took out a brown paper bag from his bag and handed it to Murong Xuan. "I think you'll re-evaluate your attitude towards me after reading this."

He took out a thick stack of something that looked like a company contract. On the paper, every page clearly recorded Jiang Liu'er's information. Even from a long time ago, Jiang Liu's work in the museum was very detailed.

Murong Xuan inwardly rejoiced. It seemed like this man had long since been prepared for this. His appearance had merely allowed this man to obtain a Heavenly Son Sword. He was certain that this man would definitely be able to treat Jiang Liu'er well.

Murong Xuan folded the documents in his hands. "I can trade with you, but you have to give me some time. After all, I don't have the Heavenly Son Sword, and …"

The man nodded at Murong Xuan. "I can give you time, and I can give you financial support, but …" I have to give you a limited amount of time, but I can't help you with everything. I haven't gotten what I want, can I? "

"Of course I understand. Give me seven days, the Heavenly Son Sword will definitely be in your hands. When the time comes, I want to see Jiang Liu'er in dire straits. Otherwise, you know the strength of my Mu Rong family."

The man sneered. In his entire life, he hated people the most, and being threatened was one of them, but now was not the time to get angry. His target was the Heavenly Son Sword in Murong Batian's hands.

"Then it's a deal." After saying that, the man turned around, preparing to leave, but suddenly turned his head back. "Oh right, I have a hairpin here, I think it should be the type that your girlfriend likes." He took out a beautiful hairpin and passed it to Murong Xuan.

Mu Rong Xuan looked at it. This hairpin indeed matched Yang Xiaodong's temperament. He didn't think too much and kept it. He looked at the time, turned the car around and headed towards Yang Xiaodong's house.

Ten minutes later, Murong Xuan arrived at Yang Xiaotong's house. He looked down from the floor. Except for the light in Yang Xiaotong's room, the rest of the rooms were dark. He thought for a moment before walking up.

After knocking on the door a few times, Yang Xiaodong finally opened it. Just as she opened it and saw the person at the door, the door suddenly slammed shut. Mu Rong Xuan was standing at the door and didn't know how to react …

He quickly raised his hand and knocked on the door, but this time, no matter how fast he knocked, Yang Xiaodong remained silent. And don't open the door for him.

"Xiaotong, I know you're mad at me because of Jiang Liu'er, but I'm completely unaware of his injuries. Can you open the door first?"

"You're just saying it, it's not a shameful thing. You said it, I'm listening."

Murong Xuan quickly continued, "This is my fault. If I had known earlier, I would have at least done something. Don't be angry, if you open the door, I'll apologize to you in front of you."

The door was silent for a moment. Murong Xuan stuck a foot out of the door and stuck his foot into the crack. Then, he leaned over and burrowed into the door.

Yang Xiaotong couldn't stop him with one arm and had to let him in. "What are you still doing here? Didn't you already explain everything?"

I've explained it clearly, but I haven't apologized to you in person yet. Xiaotong, you know that I'm not a despicable person, and it's not because of you that I hate Jiang Liu'er, but I already know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I will do whatever you say.

Yang Xiaodong looked at Murong Xuan's sincere face and reluctantly nodded. Just as she nodded, Murong Xuan took her hand and placed something in his.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaotong couldn't help but reveal a joyful expression. "This hairpin is so beautiful. Where did you get it from?"

When Mu Rong Xuan saw that Yang Xiaotong liked the hairpin, he let out a sigh of relief. He secretly nodded to the unfamiliar man, "Don't worry about where this hairpin came from, do you like it?"

Yang Xiaodong looked at the beautiful hairpin and couldn't stop herself from loving it. Ever since she was young, she had loved this classic Chinese style hairpin. Her long hair was often tied behind her head with hairpins, but she didn't expect Murong Xuan to apologize by giving her such a beautiful hairpin.

"I accept your apology, but I can't take the thing back. Also, you don't need to explain to me what happened to Jiang Liu'er, I know, I hope you can understand, in the future, you will be me, my family, and your family. If it's not necessary, I won't get involved. Okay, I'm done talking, you can go now."

Murong Xuan looked at the determined Yang Xiaodong. He was both angry and sad. This girl he liked, how could she just give her away to someone he hated?

Since you said you were willing to forgive me, then we're still friends. Just treat this hairpin as a gift from a friend, and you must accept it. If you don't accept it, then you won't forgive me.

Seeing how stubborn Murong Xuan was, Yang Xiaodong was a little scared. He was a girl after all, so how could he twist a man? He obediently took the hairpin and held it in his hand.

"I'll take it. Can you leave now?"

Mu Rong Xuan saw Yang Xiaodong continuously chasing him away, so he could only dejectedly leave. However, he secretly thought in his heart that since Yang Xiaodong had accepted his gift, it meant that he still had a chance. This opportunity was not given by others.

"Don't worry, Xiaotong. No matter what, I'll make you come back to me. I won't let anyone touch my woman."

Yang Xiaodong looked at Murong Xuan through the peephole. Only after confirming that he had left did she dare to turn around. She walked into the room and examined the glass hairpin in her hand. After hesitating for a while, she walked up to the mirror, tied up her hair, and stuck the hairpin on her head.

"There's no limit to hairpins."

Yang Xiaodong liked the hairpin very much, but it was given to her by Mu Rong Xuan. She was extremely conflicted and finally convinced herself. Who said anything was hers now? She should be in charge of the authority right now.

When Jiang Liu'er returned home, Xuanyuan Mingxue had just woken up and Jiang Rong had prepared some food for her. The two of them were chatting on the dining table.

The two of them heard the commotion at the door and looked towards the door. Seeing that Jiang Liu'er had returned, they didn't have any awkward expressions.

"You're back. Hurry up and eat. I just said that I would give you a call to come back earlier."

Seeing River Stream standing motionlessly at the doorway, Xuanyuan Mingxue knew that he was still blaming himself for what had happened today. She hurriedly opened her mouth to break the stalemate.

The corner of Jiang Liu'er's mouth twitched, revealing a slightly embarrassed smile. He quickly changed his shoes, washed his hands and sat at the table. The sumptuous supper also made his stomach growl.

When the two of them heard this, they chuckled. Everyone understood each other and started to move.

After wolfing down the food, Jiang Liu'er felt a little tired, so she went up to Duke Zhou's arms early and dreamless. It wasn't until the sun rose the next morning that she woke up.

"Can you sleep comfortably?"

Xuanyuan Mingxue made breakfast as usual and came over to wake Jiang Liu'er up. Just as she walked to the door, she saw him stretching his body and the sunlight just barely brushed past his head. The light was slightly yellowish and a little hazy, causing one to be unable to help but want to captivate their eyes.

When Jiang Liu'er heard the sound and turned around, she saw the smiling Xuanyuan Mingxue standing at the entrance. Her heart was finally at ease.

"En, I'm up. What breakfast did you make? I'm here to wash up."

Xuanyuan Mingxue smiled and nodded, "Alright." She responded with a word and then suddenly blushed. She quickly turned around and left.