Chapter 13705 Falling out

"That may not be the case!" Ling Xiao shook his head slightly, his hair swaying gently with his movements.

He looked into the distance with deep eyes, as if he saw something deeper through everything in front of him. "This thing has already had a spirit. It will choose its own master. Otherwise, do you think no one cared about it before I was born? But why did it end up in my hands? There is no such thing as coincidence in this world."

There was a certainty in his words that made people fall into deep thought involuntarily.

Upon hearing this, the prince fell into deep thought. His brows were furrowed, his hands were folded across his chest, his eyes were downcast, and he seemed to be chewing Ling Xiao's words over and over in his mind. His lips moved slightly, as if he was mumbling to himself, or as if he was weighing something.

Qin Xianglan couldn't help but sigh. The sigh was long and heavy, as if carrying countless helplessness and sorrow.

She shook her head slightly, with a bitter smile on her face: "You are right, it does not make much sense for our Qin family to get this sword, but even if I don't take it, the Qin family is not something I can decide on my own. Someone will still come to take it. After all, it is the sword of the Demon Lord who once controlled this continent!"

When she mentioned "the sword of the Demon Lord", her voice trembled slightly, and a trace of awe and fear flashed in her eyes.

"What's more, this sword should be able to restrain the Holy Temple, right? Any force that doesn't want to be enslaved by the Holy Temple will not miss this sword." Qin Xianglan continued, revealing a trace of worry in her eyes. She looked into the distance, as if she had seen the bloody storm that would unfold in the future for this sword.

The corners of Ling Xiao's mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile. That smile was both free and easy, yet also determined.

He folded his arms casually in front of his chest, leaned back slightly, and spoke in a slow but unquestionable tone: "I have said everything I can. What you do is your business. I have only one principle. You can grab the sword, but if anyone attacks me, or attacks my friends and relatives, I will not show mercy. Even if it is a stunning beauty like Miss Qin, I will kill them!"

When he mentioned "stunning beauty", his eyes swept lightly over Qin Xianglan, and then his eyes became stern, and an invisible aura seemed to emanate from his body, like a sharp blade about to be unsheathed, chilling.

When Qin Xianglan heard this, her calm face turned pale in an instant, just like a flower hit by frost in winter, losing all its color. A trace of panic flashed in her eyes, but was quickly replaced by a touch of determination.

She raised her chin slightly, with a hint of sneer on her face, and said, "It's too late. Before I came here, I had already informed the family and issued a reward for you. The reward from my Qin family is naturally not small. Anyone who can kill you can get 100,000 spirit crystals!"

As she spoke, she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned forward slightly. Her posture seemed to announce to Ling Xiao the power and arrogance of the Qin family.

"In addition, you can also choose any ten Baoyuan Realm artifacts!" Qin Xianglan added, her voice getting louder and louder, with a crazy light flashing in her eyes, as if she was proud of the tempting reward offered by her family.

"I'm afraid that there are already a lot of people outside and you can't leave!" There was a hint of gloating in her tone, as if she had already seen Ling Xiao's miserable appearance in despair.

As soon as she said this, Qin Xianglan felt somewhat regretful. She bit her lower lip slightly, and a hint of hesitation and uneasiness flashed in her eyes.

In fact, the Qin family and Ling Xiao did not have much hatred, and doing this would be like completely tearing each other apart. She secretly wondered in her heart whether she was a little impulsive, but now the matter was done and nothing could be undone.

Ling Xiao just smiled calmly, without any panic or fear in his smile, as if he had expected all this. He turned his head slowly and looked at the prince. His eyes were calm and deep, as if he could see through people's hearts. He asked softly, "Is your Highness involved in this matter?"

"No!" Crown Prince Liu Heng stood up from his seat suddenly, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, looking anxious and waving his hands repeatedly.

His eyes were full of anxiety and innocence. He immediately looked at Qin Xianglan, his voice trembling slightly with anger: "Ms. Qin, I thought you were my friend, so I asked Brother Ling to come here to meet you. You are harming me!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, clenched his hands into fists, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly. It was obvious that he was very angry about Qin Xianglan's behavior.

Qin Xianglan glanced at the prince coldly, her eyes full of contempt and disdain, as if she was looking at an insignificant ant.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, pulled out a sarcastic smile, and said contemptuously: "Liu Heng, do you really think of yourself as the crown prince? You are just a dog raised by the Holy Temple. In terms of real status, you are not as good as the prince of my Qin Palace!" Her voice was sharp and harsh, like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the self-esteem of Crown Prince Liu Heng.

Liu Heng's face instantly turned livid, just like the gloomy sky before a storm. His chest rose and fell violently, and he was obviously very angry about Qin Xianglan's words.

He stamped his feet fiercely and quickly stood in front of Ling Xiao. His eyes were full of determination, and he said loudly: "No matter what, no one can attack Brother Ling in the Prince's Mansion. I don't care if you go out, but this is my bottom line. Although I am controlled by the Holy Hall, I am not without a bottom line!"

As he spoke, he opened his arms, as if he wanted to use his body to build a solid line of defense for Ling Xiao. His posture was like that of a lion guarding his territory, firm and fearless.

Qin Xianglan's eyebrows were tightly knitted together, like two tangled threads, with a deep ravine twisted between her eyebrows, and her face was full of entanglement. Her eyes wandered back and forth on Ling Xiao, as if she was weighing something.

After a moment, she seemed to have made some kind of decision. The expression on her face suddenly eased, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a seemingly gentle smile, and she said softly: "Well, he can't stay here forever anyway. Brother Ling, I believe what you said before. It seems that if I want to get this sword, I have to kill you first. I'm really sorry!"

As she spoke, she shook her head slightly, with a hint of regret in her tone, but a sense of determination was revealed deep in her eyes.

At this moment, Qin Xianglan felt the temperature of her body drop suddenly, as if she was tightly wrapped by an invisible cold murderous intent. She shuddered subconsciously and looked up, only to see Ling Xiao's eyes become as deep as a cold pond, and the murderous intent contained in them was like a materialized sharp blade, piercing people's hearts.

However, Qin Xianglan was not frightened by this. On the contrary, she curled her lips slightly and showed a disdainful smile. (End of this chapter)