After waiting for a while, when everything was completely quiet, Jiang Kangan was about to go back to the house when he smelled a strange fragrance.

He paused, his nose twitching slightly.

This fragrance...

He seemed to have smelled it somewhere.

Although the fragrance is strong, it is not pungent. It seems to be faintly hooking your nose, making you addicted.

Jiang Kangan sniffed and walked towards the source of the fragrance...

"If you don't learn your lesson, you need to practice more!"

After walking a few steps, Jiang Zhiyu's voice suddenly appeared in his mind, as if he was hit by a heavy punch, and Jiang Kang'an suddenly came to his senses.

wrong!

He bit the tip of his tongue, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils, blocking out the fragrance.

When his eyes cleared, he could see clearly - a long sword was pointing straight at him, and it had pierced the fabric on his left chest. If he had woken up a step later, what would have been pierced was his own heart.

A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead. He quickly stepped back and looked at the man holding the sword warily: "Who are you?"

The man holding the sword was dressed in white and had a white mask on his face. Seeing Jiang Kangan wake up, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said to himself: "Can he wake up? It seems that he needs to be adjusted again."

Jiang Kang'an gripped the sword tightly in his hand, said no more, and flew forward.

The man also came forward with a sword, restrained his smile, and stabbed at the fatal point with every move, only caring about killing without dodging.

Even though his right arm had been pierced by Jiang Kang'an's sword, his sword still stabbed straight into Jiang Kang'an's heart.

He didn't even frown, as if he didn't feel any pain.

madman!

Jiang Kang'an cursed in his heart, drew back his sword, and blood drew an arc in the air. He retreated, and the man approached him, pressing him step by step.

The two men fought in the air. Although this man's fighting power was slightly inferior to Jiang Kang'an, he could not withstand this desperate fighting style and the strange fragrance.

Jiang Kangan was stabbed twice while he was distracted, and the man was also stabbed several times.

The battle was fierce, and both of them were a little exhausted. Standing on the roof, Jiang Kangan said coldly, "For the last time, who are you?"

During the battle just now, he was absolutely certain that he had smelled this fragrance before.

It was when I got into trouble!

"I don't have a name. If you must call me, you can call me Wuming."

Seeing that Jiang Kangan didn't seem to have any intention of attacking him for the time being, Wuming sat down on the roof and said, "I can't beat you. The person who sent me here has done me a favor. No matter what you say, I won't betray him. You can kill him or cut him up if you want."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and put the sword aside.

"You haven't seen me?"

After Jiang Kangan finished asking, Wuming opened his eyes, looked him up and down, then shook his head: "I haven't seen him before. I'm narrow-minded and can't stand seeing anyone prettier than me. If I had seen someone with your appearance before, it would have been either you or me."

Jiang Kangan: “…”

And he is very honest.

But I clearly remembered that I had smelled this fragrance before.

He was sent to raid Xu's house at night, and the fragrance on his body was something he had smelled before the incident. There was only one person who met these two identities - the second prince, Xiao Chuji!

"Your benefactor is the Second Prince?"

Wuming's expression remained unchanged, his eyes showing no sign of wavering. "What Second Prince? Who is the Second Prince?"

Jiang Kangan frowned and looked at him.

"Are you going to kill me or not? If you don't kill me, I'll leave."

Wuming stood up and looked at Jiang Kangan.

"You want to die?"

Before Wuming could reply, the girl's angry roar echoed through the sky: "God damn it! Who smashed my flowers?!"

Jiang Kangan: "!!! Hurry..."

Before he could finish his words, a person suddenly appeared on the roof, staring at them quietly.

broken!

Jiang Zhiyu was only wearing her undergarments, with a large cloak on the outside, which made her look even more petite and lovely.

She saw the sword wound on Jiang Kang'an at a glance and threw the medicine to him. Then, Jiang Zhiyu's nostrils twitched slightly, her eyes became stern, she grabbed Wuming, picked up the sword next to her, and flew into the air. Her clothes fluttered, and she swung the sword towards Jiang Kang'an on the roof.

With a few "bangs", the entire roof seemed to be split in half.

If the noise caused by the fight between Jiang Kangan and Wuming was just noisy, then Jiang Zhiyu's sword was so loud that it shook the heavens and the earth, scaring the maids and servants who were hiding so much that they all screamed and rushed out.

"Don't move, go back inside. I'll kill anyone who dares to run out."

Her voice seemed particularly calm among the screams. Hearing her voice, the maids and servants seemed to calm down and hid back in the house, closing the doors and windows.

Jiang Zhiyu took out a medicine bottle from his bosom, put it under his nose and smelled it, then squatted down and let Jiang Kangan, who was sitting on the ground and half-supporting himself, smell it.

The turbid brain suddenly became clear.

Jiang Kang'an looked at Wuming who was standing opposite him and coughed lightly a few times.

Wuming's face was serious, his nostrils twitching slightly as he sniffed the fragrance nearby. He looked at Jiang Zhiyu and asked, "Who are you? How did you find out?"

Everything that just happened was just Jiang Kangan's illusion. The Jiang Kangan standing on the roof was Wuming, and the one sitting was Jiang Kangan.

The reason why Jiang Kangan was not killed directly was because he still needed to add some emotions to the spice.

But he didn't expect that a little girl would suddenly appear on the way, and this little girl easily saw through the illusion created by his incense!

How is that possible!

It is obvious that no one else can break this illusion except myself!

"That's not important," Jiang Zhiyu's face was tense, without her usual smile. She pursed her lips and said, "Tell me, were you the one who smashed those flowers?"

Looking in the direction of her finger, I saw a gorgeous blue flower lying on the ground, next to a broken flowerpot and soil.

It must have been broken by accident when he was fighting with Jiang Kangan just now.

But the little girl looked evil at first glance, so Wuming would certainly not admit it: "It wasn't me. I wasn't the only one here tonight. Who knows, maybe he broke it."

He pointed at Jiang Kangan.

"No one except you can enter the backyard tonight."

Jiang Kangan said weakly.

This one sentence instantly ignited Jiang Zhiyu's anger. She rushed forward with her sword in hand, her figure as fast as the wind and her movements incredibly fast. The long sword in her hand also turned into thousands of afterimages and attacked Wuming.

"No, it could have been him who smashed it!" Wuming had no power to fight back against Jiang Zhiyu's sword. He tried his best to resist while roaring at the top of his lungs.

But the wounds on his body kept increasing.

When Jiang Zhiyu stopped, he was almost covered in blood.

But, he didn't die.

"If you don't care for flowers and plants, then you can just wait to be the nutrients for my flowers."

Jiang Zhiyu cursed.

That is not an ordinary flower, it is an extremely precious medicinal herb. When it matures and is mixed into medicine, it can have the miraculous effect of bringing people back to life. But now, it is all gone!