Qiao Wei felt that this guess was simply too scary, so a simple and kind person, could it really be a secret? No matter how I think about it, I think it is unlikely, but if it is not her, who can meet the many conditions
Knowing the existence of the second bow, being able to approach Zhaoming without being suspected by Zhaoming, a pair of eyes that made her feel familiar...
All kinds of things add up, and the suspicion on her body is like a tarsal maggot, which can never be removed.
Qiao Wei's dagger was pressed against Fu Xueyan's neck: "You are not the mastermind, but you are the biggest accomplice. I treat you with all my heart, and Mingye also likes you with all my heart. You have failed even such a person. , you won’t end well! For the sake of your flesh and blood, I won’t kill you today, but from now on, don’t let me see you again!”
On the other side, on a spacious street, Yan Feijue and Cangjiu were fighting fiercely.
Yan Feijue has improved a lot in these days. He was not Cangjiu's opponent before, but he unexpectedly injured Cangjiu tonight. Of course, he himself was not much better. His left arm was chopped off by Cangjiu. With one cut, the flesh can be seen to the bone, but it was also this cut that gave him the opportunity to fight face-to-face with Cangjiu.
He is good at hidden weapons, and often people ignore his martial arts, Cangjiu is no exception, and thinks that Yan Fei is definitely a reckless man who can fight long distances with hidden weapons, and his close combat skills are probably beyond the reach of even the lowest dead warrior. What's better, he didn't hesitate at all when the knife went down, and he didn't worry that Yan Fei would definitely be able to attack him.
Sure enough, he succeeded, and his knife slashed Yan Feijue's arm fiercely!
But what he didn't expect was that Yan Feijue grabbed his knife with his bare hand with his right hand when he was so severely injured. Blood gushed out instantly, and he was startled, but Yan Feijue's left arm was already injured. Seriously injured, he didn't think that Yan Feijue could injure himself with his left arm. He continued to attack Yan Feijue's slightly injured right hand. Stabbed into Cangjiu's chest.
This knife was very tricky, less than half an inch from the heart, Yan Feijue could stab him to death with just a slight shake of his hand.
A reckless man like Yan Feijue has learned how to use tactics. This result was unexpected by Cangjiu.
Ji Mingxiu was not surprised. Yan Feijue might not be the strongest in martial arts, but he was definitely the hardest. He would never give up any first chance even when he knew he couldn't win.
It was this kind of desperate stubbornness that frightened many martial arts masters.
Tonight, even Cangjiu was shocked.
If the fight continues, with Cangjiu's strength, it may not be possible to lose, but Cangjiu is not here to fight desperately, Yan Feijue is.
Yan Fei's desperate reluctance made Cangjiu feel a little bit of retreat. Should he risk his life here and fight hard, or when will he get out
Cangjiu finally chose the latter, and after the last trick with Yan Fei, it was obvious that she flew up to the eaves.
Yan Feijue also planned to use lightness kung fu to fly up, but was stopped by Ji Mingxiu.
Looking at Cangjiu's running back, Ji Mingxiu said, "Don't chase after the poor."
Yan Feijue gritted his teeth and said, "That old grandson is cheap!"
"It's not cheap." After this knife, it is impossible for the skill to not retreat for three to five years.
Ji Mingxiu looked at Yan Feijue: "How are you doing?"
Yan Feijue tapped acupuncture points on his left arm to stop the bleeding, and said nonchalantly, "It's a small injury, it's not a problem."
Ji Mingxiu threw him a bottle of golden sore medicine: "Rub some medicine first."
Yan Fei let out a groan, pulled out the cork, and a strong mint aroma rushed out, which made Yan Fei sneez hard: "This medicine smells so strong!"
Ji Mingxiu said: "It's a bit of a rush, but the medicine is very effective. It was brought by Xiaowei's father from the Yin clan." Ji Mingxiu said it casually, but after he finished speaking, he didn't know what he thought of, and looked at the boundless night , frowned deeply.
Yan Feijue wiped the medicine, and the medicine bottle was already covered in blood, so he didn't want to return it to Ji Mingxiu. He put the medicine bottle in his arms and said, "Let's go, go after that Fu, and take the medicine with him." Bring back the Blood Moon Bow."
After saying that, he took two steps and found that Ji Mingxiu hadn't followed him, so he couldn't help but turned around and asked wonderingly, "What's wrong?"
Ji Mingxiu pondered, "You just said that the taste of the medicine is a bit strong."
"Well, what's the matter?" Yan Fei asked.
"This reminds me of something." Ji Mingxiu said.
Yan Fei listened patiently, it must not be a trivial matter that he could discuss so seriously.
Ji Mingxiu didn't say anything, turned around, and walked quickly on the way he came.
Yan Feijue was at a loss: "Hey? What's the situation? You're not chasing after that Fu?"
Ji Mingxiu rushed back to Ji's house without stopping, and bumped into Qiao Wei who was also hurrying.
Qiao Wei said: "I have something to tell you!"
Ji Mingxiu said, "Me too."
The two paused for a moment, and suddenly realized that what the other party and they were going to say was probably the same thing, so they stopped talking immediately and went to Qinglianju without stopping.
When it came to Qinglianju, the worrying thing still happened.
All the guards in the yard were there, but my aunt and Jing Yun Wangshu were gone!
The leader is also gone...
Qiao Wei entered the room in a daze, looking at the bed where Brother Liu was sleeping soundly, she clenched her fists little by little: "You are...how did you guess it was hers?"
A trace of thought flashed across Ji Mingxiu's eyes: "Just now in the backyard, when Fu Xueyan slapped her over, I happened to catch her. She didn't smell of alcohol at that time."
She was very drunk at the banquet, and fell asleep on the bed when she returned to her room. If she was caught, she should be reeking of alcohol.
Taking a step back, she struggled to get up and wash up, but in the middle of the night, after washing up, she was supposed to go to bed and go to bed, but she was wearing a middle coat that she would put on under the robe when she was going out formally.
This can only show that she has not only washed, but also dressed herself neatly.
The purpose of doing this is of course to steal the bow into the house.
After she stole the Blood Moon Bow, she took off her cloak, veil and gloves, and asked Fu Xueyan to put them back on. Due to time constraints, she had no time to change back into her pajamas. At that time, they were busy dealing with Fu Xueyan, so no one ignored this detail.
"How could this be... why is she... why did she do this..." Qiao Wei's eyes were frighteningly cold, her hands were tightly clenched into fists, both arms were trembling slightly due to too much force.
Ji Mingxiu held her hand tightly, his eyes were as deep as a cold abyss, he didn't have any extra words, he just said: "I will find them."
at all costs!
…
In the dark street, the leader of the church looked around with chills all over his body. While looking around, he muttered dissatisfiedly: "I'll let you confine me! I'll show you right now!"
A gloomy wind was blowing at the entrance of the alley. His lord was very nervous, and he bravely walked forward. After walking a few steps, he saw a black figure leaning against the wall with a pale face. He thought he had seen a ghost, and was frightened. Run!
After running for a few steps, I found that something was wrong, and I gathered my courage again, and slowly turned back.
Fu Xueyan supported the wall with one hand, and covered her stomach with the other. The fierce fight did not hurt her, but it moved her fetal gas, and she felt a little uncomfortable.
Suddenly, a shadow shrouded her head, and she turned her head to look.
"It's you?!" The leader was surprised, "Why are you here?"
Fu Xueyan took away the hand covering her stomach, gathered the cloak, straightened up, looked at him indifferently, hesitated to speak.
"You have a bad complexion." The leader looked at her face, then at her clothes, "Why are you dressed like this? Are you going out? What do you want to do in the middle of the night?"
Fu Xueyan gave him a complicated look: "I'm leaving."
"Where are you going?" the leader asked.
Fu Xueyan hesitated to speak.
Da da da…
From a distant street corner, there came the sound of footsteps that seemed to be there.
Fu Xueyan moved her ears.
The leader held her shoulders: "Why don't you speak?"
The footsteps were getting closer.
Fu Xueyan's gaze crossed the leader's shoulder, and landed on an alley ten feet away. In the alley, a figure was projected on the ground. She paused, looked away, and said awkwardly: "Turn around."
"Oh." Although she didn't know what she was going to do, the leader obediently turned around.
Fu Xueyan stared blankly at his back.
"What are you doing?" the leader said, and was about to turn around.
"Don't look back!"
The leader sloppily straightened his head.
Fu Xueyan squeezed her fingers tightly: "Listen up, I'm going home."
The leader was stunned: "You want to..."
"I said, don't look back!"
The Hierarch looked forward pitifully again.
Fu Xueyan tremblingly said: "Don't come to me, never, I will send... back."
"Send what back?" She said those two words in such a low voice that the leader couldn't hear them clearly.
Da da da…
The sound of footsteps has already stepped within a hundred meters.
Fu Xueyan's eyes were red, and he was knocked unconscious with a hand knife. He fell down and was hugged by her.
Adal came over from the alley.
Fu Xueyan didn't look up, but she knew it was him. She put the leader into A'dal's arms, took one last look, and said calmly, "Let's go."
A'dal looked at the flash of water in her eyes, and then looked at the indifference on her face, for a moment he was not sure if he was delusional: "Miss Fu..."
Fu Xueyan waved her hand lightly.
A'dal was silent, and he wanted to say something, but the sound of heavy footsteps was getting closer and closer, and the martial arts practitioner's intuition told him that the opponent was very powerful.
A'dal hesitated for a while, but finally hugged the leader tightly, turned around and disappeared into the night.
Eight dead men with long swords carried their silver-white rifles, stepping towards Fu Xueyan like a ghost.
Fu Xueyan knelt on one knee and saluted with both hands.
The step stopped right in front of her, and a gust of wind seemed to come from the underworld, blowing coldly across the street.
The gauze curtain was pushed aside, and a white hand as clean as jade protruded out.
Fu Xueyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she put her hand on that hand.
The hand took hers.
A dead man came over and knelt on the ground.
Fu Xueyan raised her feet, stepped on his broad back, and stepped up.
Not only is there a woman sitting in the luxurious steps, but there are also two sleeping children lying down.
Fu Xueyan's eyes froze.
The woman glanced at her, her red lips curled up slightly: "It's time to go back to Yeluo."