The sunlight at four in the afternoon was a hue of orange-yellow, spread across the back mountain, with golden and orange-red leaves edged in gold by the sun.
Occasionally, flocks of sparrows rode the cool breeze, flying at low altitude.
No sooner had Yan Nanxun's words fallen than Lu Xiaoyou had a chance to ask, "What do you mean?"
Both of them felt the icy aura of murderous intent sweep over them. Lu Xiaoyou abruptly rose to her feet from the ground, and Yan Nanxun was quick to react as well. The moment the two of them had steadied themselves, a dark shadow whisked past in front of Lu Xiaoyou.
Lu Xiaoyou was startled. She had sensed the killing intent at the same time as she caught the familiar fragrance, which slowed her reaction by half a beat.
And that sudden dark shadow was aiming for Yan Nanxun.
Yan Nanxun recognized the other party too; even though he was grabbed by the neck, he did not resist.
In the blink of an eye, he was pinned against a tree trunk.
