06 Death battle and the future in the heavy rain (Part 1)

Zhong Lingqi stood in front of the window with his hands on his back, looking at the night sky gradually being covered by dark clouds and feeling worried.

A tall and sharp figure stood outside the screen in the room behind him, motionless and silent.

"You have been here for a while, don't you say anything?" Zhonglingqi asked with his back to him.

"I saw that the Lord of the Ferry seemed to be thinking and did not dare to disturb him."

"I do have some worries."

"I wonder if my subordinates can share the worries for the Servant Master?"

"You and your men are good at killing people, but not at saving people."

"Ha... The Lord of the Ferry really understands me."

Zhongling Qi smiled helplessly and shook his head slightly.

"It's just a little girl with a sword in the clouds. Why should the Lord of the Ferry?

"I don't know if... the destined person in my destiny mentioned by Huiyi is her."

"In life, plants and trees are in autumn, and there are countless destiny. Compared to these uncertain things, I am willing to believe in the knife in my hand."

Zhonglingqi sighed softly and stopped talking again.

Nie Guijiang stood behind the screen for a long time and finally spoke out: "I have nothing else to do with me, so I will leave first."

"good."

The figure behind the screen turned around and walked out of the door, and suddenly stopped in front of the door.

Zhong Lingqi still looked out the window and his ears moved slightly: "If you have anything to say, you might as well finish it together."

"It's some random thoughts from subordinates, and they may be suspected of speculation."

"Your knife is very straightforward, and you can speak like a knife. I don't have many rules in Wangchuan."

Nie Guijiang smiled, then said seriously: "The Master Du is more indecisive in character. His subordinates think that since they care, they should help them, so as not to leave only resentment in the future."

After saying this, Nie Guijiang left without waiting for Zhonglingqi to reply.

"It's a pity that some things in this world cannot be as straightforward as you use a knife." The raindrops fell on the windowsill, and the thunder rolling on the clouds covered Zhong Lingqi's low murmur.

...

Sangye Hutong, in Mu Jiulang's family yard.

Yi Lingge looked at the sword in her hand in disbelief - it could no longer be called a sword. Mu Jiulang bent her sword blade with his hand, and the tip of the front half of the sword was almost at a vertical angle to the back half of the sword body.

How is this possible... This is a Yunzhong Sword Equipment. Although it is mass-produced, it is also supervised by famous craftsmen of Yuexi Sword Furnace. Its quality is even better than that of the swords used in the Imperial Army.

But the boy who was afraid of pain this moment before was about to die of death. He looked weak and endured the pain of his palm being cut by the sword edge and bent her sword with his bare hands.

Mu Jiulang's eyes were scarlet and his pupils emitted a terrifying brilliance in the darkness. He opened his mouth and gasped, spewing white vapor and saliva from his mouth, as if a beast that was extremely excited by the arrival of the hunting moment.

Yi Lingge didn't know what had changed his identity, but his intuition told her that this young man had become very dangerous.

Out of instinct, she held her five fingers into a palm with her left hand, and used up tens of her internal strength to slap Mu Jiulang's forehead with one palm.

"Kala" sounded like a broken bone, and Yi Lingge's face turned pale, but in the blink of an eye, she felt as if her left arm was cut off by a sword, and she couldn't use any force.

She turned her eyes hesitantly. Her left arm was clearly connected to her shoulders, but she had somehow hanged softly and no longer felt any sense. After a flash, the pain exploded in her mind, and she couldn't help but whine sounded from her mouth.

But the whine soon came to an abrupt end. Mu Jiulang pinched her throat with one hand, and the sudden burst of force destroyed her entire neck bone.

He threw the girl's body on the ground casually, and Mu Jiulang bent down and laughed.

"What a waste." Li Niang glanced at Yi Lingge who was killed instantly, and said with a curl of her lips.

But Mu Jiulang seemed to have not heard it, and took two steps blankly, then fell to the ground, and within a moment, he made a sweet snoring sound.

Li Niang sighed helplessly. Although the martial arts passed down to him by Mu Jiulang's master is of course powerful, the biggest problem is that it is not effective before the great success, and before the exercise, there must be a suitable woman for him to pick it up. Recently, he has taken action to harm so many people, but it only resulted in a moment of explosion.

After all, this is not a solution... She thought that only by letting Mu Jiulang truly practice that set of martial arts can he protect the two of them under the pursuit of Yun Zhongjian.

But now is not the time to consider these things, so they have to leave quickly.

As for the corpses all over the ground... Li Niang thought to herself, she would just stay here. Anyway, Mu Jiulang's identity has been exposed, so it is meaningless to cover up these corpses. The only thing they can do now is to fly away before other Yun Zhongjian reacts, and the farther they run, the better.

The Wuwu Sect has too much influence in the Middle Ages. In order to ensure safety, she plans to escape to the Western Wilderness with Mu Jiulang. Anyway, Mu Jiulang has saved a lot of money in the black market business over the years, which is enough for them to spend several years.

While thinking about this, Li Niang was about to carry Mu Jiulang and take him away when suddenly a drop of rain fell from the sky and hit her forehead.

She subconsciously looked up and looked up. A thunder flashed in the distance, and the lightning illuminated the night sky like day in the blink of an eye. It was also at that moment that Li Niang saw the lonely figure standing on the wall in front of her.

The sound of drawing the sword started, and the figure on the wall flew down like an eagle strike. The sword light illuminated a face that was distorted by the aggregation of sorrow, regret, anger, and other emotions.

Li Niang subconsciously let out a scream. The sword of the attacker slashed down her left shoulder along her left arm, and her entire left arm suddenly became bloody.

"It's you..." Although the left arm was bleeding, Li Niang resisted the pain and did not moan. She looked at the woman holding the sword in front of her and recognized the other party's identity. She held her left arm with her right hand and said mockingly: "Aren't you the daughter of that Wuyue Merchant? Her mother died early and came out to see the world?"

"My mother lives a good life." An Nianjiu said coldly.

"Oh, is that? Then she should be very sorry to have given birth to such a daughter, right?"

An Nianjiu ignored her provocation, and her eyes swept across the yard quickly, deeply regretting: "I should have killed you when I first met."

"What a coincidence, I think so too." Li Niang was not showing any weakness.

The next moment, the two of them shouted in unison: "I would have killed you at that time!"

An Nianjiu gritted her teeth and looked at her. If she had killed this vicious woman by herself at that time, senior... Lingge... her companions would have nothing to do.

Li Niang was also full of regret. If she had decisively tricked the woman from Yunzhongjian and the man who pretended to be her father in business to solve the problem, she would probably not have had so many troubles.
Chapter completed!