She didn't think she had done anything wrong, but she didn't dare to face her master's cold eyes. She had seen her cruel and inhumane methods before, so she was more afraid of her than respecting her.
Feng Jiu glanced at them and said, "I didn't let you go, so none of you can leave." As she spoke, she locked the beautiful woman's scapula with her profound energy, causing her to fall to the ground with no strength left in her body, and then she stepped forward.
When the women saw her coming forward, their hearts trembled and they retreated involuntarily. One of them suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and quickly came to Duan Ye's side, picked up a knife beside her, put it to Duan Ye's throat, and shouted at Feng Jiu: "Stop! Don't come over here!"
Fengjiu raised her eyebrows and stared at her with a wicked smile on her lips, her eyes swept across her fearless face and fell on her hand holding the knife.
She saw that the knife against Duan Ye's throat was lowered a little, cutting his skin and oozing a trace of blood. The bright red blood was very dazzling to her.
"Be careful, don't hurt my people." She said slowly, her eyes fixed on the knife in her hand. A hint of coldness flashed deep in her eyes.
Maybe she was frightened by Fengjiu's eyes or something, but the woman couldn't help but move her hand away from Duan Ye's throat with the knife, and shouted at Fengjiu: "Let go of my master! Otherwise, I will kill him!"
Feng Jiu curled her lips and smiled: "Okay."
She responded and turned away, her clear eyes glanced at her, watching her breathe a sigh of relief, take a step slightly, and move the hand that was against Duan Ye's throat away again. At this moment, she turned around, and the three silver needles in her hand shot out with a whoosh as she turned around.
"Um!"
With a muffled groan, the woman's eyes were seen wide open in horror. Two silver needles were inserted into her forehead, and another one was inserted into her throat. Three needles were injected at the same time, killing her in one shot!
"What I hate most is being threatened. Since you dare to threaten me, you should be prepared to die." She walked forward step by step, and the hem of her red skirt swayed into dazzling flowers as she walked. The other two people retreated in horror, not daring to get any closer.
"Bang!"
The woman fell straight down, and she couldn't breathe or close her eyes until she died.
Fengjiu simply glanced at the two women who retreated, then walked forward to untie the ropes that bound Duan Ye. She reached out and saw that his body was hot and his blood was boiling, as if his blood vessels were about to burst, so she took out a pill and asked him to take it.
"Just walk around your body with all your strength and you should be fine after you sweat a little." She said to Duan Ye, and then said to the two women beside her, "Move a chair over here." With that, she walked out into the yard.
The two women trembled slightly and looked at each other. The woman in white then moved a chair into the yard and stepped aside without daring to escape.
"Tell me! How long have you been doing these things? What are you going to do with those things?" She lazily sat on the chair, looking at the beautiful woman in front of her whose scapula she had locked, the two people huddled aside, and the person lying on the ground.