In the tent, Shen Ning was tired of waiting. She changed to a more comfortable position, poured a cup of tea and drank it slowly.
There is someone outside the door.
She could hear it in the erratic breathing.
Chu Shaoyang did not suppress his breathing. He was breathing rapidly, and he didn't care if she could notice it.
Shen Ning raised her eyelashes.
Why haven't you taken action yet
She was getting impatient with waiting.
She just didn't know who would be the leader of the killer sent by Zixiao Pavilion this time. She believed that based on the actions of the black hand behind her, he would never send just one killer to deal with her.
Could it be that little white-eyed wolf
If it was really him, her delay in taking action was not surprising.
But if you don't move now, you will have to move sooner or later.
Shen Ning stretched, she was impatient to wait any longer.
Since the other party doesn't take action, she should take action first.
She stood up, put her hands on her waist, and pressed on the peacock's tail.
"Since you're here, why don't you come in?" She raised her voice slightly, with a lazy tone like a cat that just woke up.
But Zhui Feng knew that her eyes were clear and alert, and she wasn't even a little bit sleepy.
He immediately gathered all his energy and prepared for the attack.
Outside the tent, Chu Shaoyang was shocked again when he heard her voice, his handsome face was flushed, and his eyes were as hot as fire.
Is she extending an invitation to herself
Could it be that she also wanted to see him
He took a step forward, his fingers trembling slightly, and touched the edge of the curtain.
As long as he opens the door curtain, he will be able to see her whom he has longed for...
Chu Shaoyang's heart was beating with excitement again.
"Don't touch her!"
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the wind suddenly blew up behind him, followed by a loud shout.
Chu Shaoyang felt a chill in his heart. A cold dagger had pierced his gown, and his skin felt a cold sting.
Just when he was in a daze, the Thousand-faced Young Master had quietly approached him, but he didn't notice anything.
Finally, when Chu Shaoyang was in the most excited mood, Master Qianmian saw the right opportunity and made a sneak attack.
He would rather disobey the Pavilion Master's order and receive a punishment ten times more miserable than death, but never let her fall into Chu Shaoyang's hands!
Seeing that this shot was sure to hit, the Thousand-faced Young Master showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
He has no regrets!
After killing Chu Shaoyang, he knew that he would never end well, but he still did not regret it!
"Hmph, do you think you can succeed like this? You underestimate me, Chu Shaoyang, too."
Chu Shaoyang smiled coldly. Just when Master Qianmian thought he had been stabbed, he turned around and faced Master Qianmian. The dagger in Master Qianmian's hand was pointing at his. Chest.
But he could no longer move forward an inch.
Because Chu Shaoyang's two fingers pinched the flat edge of his dagger.
There was a soft "click" sound, and the dagger was broken by the handle.
Chu Shaoyang's right palm hit Master Qianmian's chest with a slap. Master Qianmian didn't even have a chance to dodge. The whole person was sent flying by this palm and fell to the ground like a rag bag. The pain in his chest and abdomen was extremely painful, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he could no longer get up.
"Little Lord!"
The nearby Zixiao Pavilion disciples were shocked. Everyone wanted to rush over and help him get up, but no one dared to move. They could only watch as he fell to the ground, spitting out blood.