Her body was tense at first, like a hard piece of iron, and then became soft like water.
"Will you put down the sword in your hand?"
With a slight smile on his face, Jiang Zirou asked softly.
She turned sideways and looked up, the white pupils of her eyes gradually came into focus.
Even from such a perspective, even though the vision is blurred, one can still feel that the facial features of the woman behind her are flawless, as delicate as mutton fat white jade.
Powerful yet gentle.
She had a premonition that she could feel the vast and domineering aura in Jiang Zirou's body, but that gentle embrace was also intoxicating.
In my memory, since my mother passed away, I have never had a similar feeling.
I really want to lean in this embrace and rub lightly...
she thought.
But looking at her dirty clothes, she seemed very hesitant.
At this moment.
Jiang Zirou gently hugged her in his arms, stretched out a palm, and slowly stroked her long hair.
The girl closes her eyes.
He hummed softly, like a cat whose belly was being rubbed after waking up after a nap.
The sword-like aura on the girl in white dissipated.
"jingle!"
The sword, broken in two, fell to the ground.
Only then did everyone heave a sigh of relief. Jin Yiwei had experienced countless dangers, and he naturally understood that the level of cultivation, age, and appearance did not determine a person's degree of danger.
The little girl moved sharply and skillfully.
In such a weak situation, he can instantly subdue a powerful martial arts master.
It is obviously a very remarkable existence... Maybe it is the assassins and dead soldiers carefully cultivated by the Nangong family over the years.
It is precisely because of such a delicate, harmless and lovable appearance that makes this type of person extremely dangerous.
at the same time.
The brocade guards also looked at Jiang Zirou with obvious awe.
Just now, no one could understand how she made the move.
…
It was evening.
Jiang Zirou met the little girl from the Nangong family again in an inn not far from the Nangong family.
She put on clean clothes.
Her long hair, which was originally a little messy, was tidied up and draped softly behind her back.
She has a thin figure, pale complexion, and exquisite facial features, but she lacks vitality, like a doll that can be manipulated by others.
"May I have your name?"
Jiang Zirou came to her and asked softly.
At this time, she had a little reaction, turned around, and looked in the direction of the sound, her eyes were still out of focus.
"Nangong Xiaobai..."
Nangong Xiaobai... Jiang Zirou secretly wrote down the name.
"In the Nangong family, are you a direct clan..." On the other side, Jiang Cheng gently stroked his chin and asked.
Nangong Xiaobai didn't reply, but kept looking at Jiang Zirou.
Seeing Jiang Zirou nodding slightly, she shook her head: "Tools."
"tool?"
"Tools of Killing"
She spoke without the slightest ups and downs in her tone, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.
At this time, a gust of night wind blew, and the girl's skirt was slightly lifted.
All the people present were not weak in cultivation and had excellent eyesight. They suddenly saw many scars on the girl's pale skin, blue, purple, cuts, burns, welts...
Intricate scars intertwined, new wounds piled on top of old ones.
shocking.
"This is!?"
Jiang Cheng's eyes were fixed, and he was also cruel, his face was cramped and skinned without changing his face.
But such a cruel injury appeared on such a young girl with refined aptitude, which still made him a little bit unbearable.
"punish!"
Seemingly seeing the doubt in Jiang Zirou's eyes, she explained, "Punishment for mission failure."
The Jin Yiwei around were silent.
For a moment I didn't know what to ask.
"Can I be your tool?"
At this time, Nangong Xiaobai took the initiative to speak, looking at Jiang Zirou with pale eyes.
Jiang Zirou was taken aback.
Walking up to Nangong Xiaobai, he gently stroked her long hair. "Then first of all, can you tell me why you want to make my, uh... tools?"
"You're strong, and..."
Nangong Xiaobai tilted his head, as if he couldn't think of an accurate adjective, after thinking for a while, he lowered his head, and said in a weak mosquito-fly voice:
"very gentle."
"Then what do you know?" Jiang Zirou asked again.
"kill?"
"Besides murder?"
Nangong Xiaobai shook his head expressionlessly.
Jiang Zi was silent, and then nodded with a smile on his face: "Yes, I will take good care of you."
Nangong Xiaobai raised his head abruptly, and Jiang Cheng could clearly see traces of unconcealable joy on her face.
"Master!" Nangong Xiaobai said loudly.
"Then first, the first order, don't call me master in the future, but call me sister, is that okay?"
"elder sister"
"louder please!"
"Sister!" Nangong Xiaobai raised his head and said loudly, a feeling he had never felt before appeared in his scarred heart.
As if, saw the light.
"Very good! Now we are a family!" Jiang Zirou clapped his hands, with a satisfied smile on his face: "Then do you know what happened that night three days ago?"
Three days ago, it was the time when Jiang Zirou and Nangong Bamo fought against each other.
"Old Ancestor, eh!" Nangong Xiaobai bit his tongue and changed his words: "Nangong Momo returned to the ancestral house and killed all the clansmen."
Jiang Zirou and Jiang Cheng looked at each other.
Sure enough, it was right as I guessed before.
"hiss!"
On the contrary, Jin Yiwei around was a little shocked, it was hard to imagine that the former martial arts giant would do such a sensational thing.
"No, if that's the case, even Patriarch Nangong, who is at the peak of the Grand Master, is dead, how did you survive?"
Jin Yiwei asked.
"It's foreknowledge!"
Nangong Xiaobai pointed to his eyes, and said seriously: "I saw the scene of blood flowing into a river, so I escaped by feigning death."
"Then do you know where Nangong Yanmo fled?"
someone asked expectantly.
"I don't know..." Nangong Xiaobai shook his head.
Everyone sighed in disappointment. It was a scary thing to think about a semi-saint who did not know how well he had recovered, hiding in the dark and full of hatred and hostility towards Daxia.
"Well, it's getting late."
Jiang Zirou looked up at the night outside the window, turned his head and told Jiang Cheng, "Take Xiaobai down to rest first, take good care of her, and if you have a chance, send her back to the imperial capital first. Nanzhou is chaotic, and I have important things to do, right?" It's not quite right for her."
Jiang Cheng nodded in agreement.
Jiang Zirou introduced to Nangong Xiaobai again, "This is Jiangcheng. You can call him elder brother or second senior brother. He is your fellow disciple. If I'm not around, you have to listen to him."
Nangong Xiaobai nodded obediently.
The two were about to leave when someone hurried over from outside at this moment.
He whispered something in Jiang Cheng's ear.
Only then did Jiang Cheng's complexion change, and he said to Jiang Ziju: "I found news about Ling Xiao!"