He Xi cursed in his heart, but a mocking smile spread across his face: "That depends on whether you have the ability to do it!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she broke free from the man's restraints and appeared one meter away.
His hands flipped like a phantom, and dozens of invisible needles shot mercilessly at the man in front of him.
However, the scene that He Xi had expected, where the man was shot into a hedgehog, did not occur.
The invisible needle that shot out like light and shadow stopped moving when it flew within three inches of the man in black clothes, as if he was under a spell.
The man looked relaxed and carefree. He stretched out his slender fingers and pinched one of the small needles in his hand.
He looked at the silver needle in his hand with emotion, feeling a chill breath passing through his fingertips and into his whole body.
"This needle is quite interesting. It is made of ten thousand year old black ice, right? Hmm, it seems to be mixed with some more magical spiritual power, so it can hurt cultivators in the Qi training stage and the early stage of foundation building?"
"But these little gadgets of yours are of no use to me."
The man's hands were as slender as jade, with distinct joints. With a light pinch of his fingertips, the invisible needle turned into gas in his hand and disappeared without a trace.
He Xi's face turned ugly. The next moment, she felt a flash before her eyes. The man who was far away just now was suddenly very close and grabbed her wrist.
Hexi's expression changed drastically, and his body flew into the air like a civet cat, trying to break free from his restraints.
However, the black-clothed man's movements were faster than hers. He stretched out his long arms and hooked two fingers around her belt. In an instant, he brought her back to his arms. "How is it? Are you satisfied with my skills?"
Warm breath was blowing beside my ear, my right hand holding the needle was handcuffed behind my back, and my body was forced to be pressed firmly against his strong chest, completely unable to move.
He Xi's face flushed with anger, and he shouted angrily, "Let go!"
But her struggle only made the contact between their bodies more intimate and ambiguous. The man's eyes, which originally contained a teasing look, also dimmed a little because of the fiery friction.
He leaned over, his breath was hot and moist, and he said with a smile: "Little girl, if you move again, I will think you are seducing me..."
Before he finished speaking, the man's charming and handsome face suddenly darkened.
He loosened his empty hand and looked sideways at his shoulder. There was an inconspicuous silver hairpin stuck there, the head of the hairpin pierced through the clothes and pierced into the flesh, and the bright red liquid soaked the dark clothes.
The man slowly raised his head, his gaze fell on the girl with a cold smile not far away, his clear eyes narrowed dangerously.
This little girl actually hurt him!
Even if he didn't use his cultivation, there were only a few people in the entire Jinling Kingdom who could hurt him with just his physical martial arts, not to mention that he was hurt by a mortal girl with no cultivation at all.
He Xi stepped barefoot on the footrest of the bed, her sleeves fluttering in the wind, her sallow face full of arrogance: "Just you? If you want to satisfy me, wait for the next life!"
But the next moment, He Xi's face changed suddenly. A strong sense of oppression swept over like a strong wind and huge waves. His internal organs seemed to be crushed and stirred by a giant hand, causing unbearable pain.
The blood color on his face quickly drained away, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and finally he could not hold it in any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".
This is the pressure from a high-level warrior. In the face of such pressure, He Xi felt like a tiny ant that could be crushed into ashes at any time. (To be continued)