With their leader gone, even the most formidable assassins were now leaderless, and the fight ended moments later.

In the stillness of the night, apart from the ever-present stench of blood, there was no other sound.

Mo Lan helplessly rubbed her forehead. What could she do now that she had already done it? At most, she could deny it to the death. What could anyone do to her?

Thinking of this, Mo Lan got up and went to bed.

As for the backyard, let's just pretend she's sleepwalking.

Qin Su stared at the window for a moment before turning his gaze to the small crossbow bolt in his hand.

What an exquisite design! What unique materials!

"Young Master, did someone help us just now?" Wu Feng walked over as he watched the others clean up the battlefield. His eyes lit up when he saw the crossbow in the young master's hand.

"I guess so?"

They were fighting fiercely, and their opponents were watching with great interest. He simply changed direction when he made his decisive move.

Unexpectedly, the other party also had a fiery temper and immediately retaliated.

That's interesting.

Wu Feng noticed the young master's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile, and with a thought, he had already guessed most of what was going on.

"...At least we can be sure that the people living there are not part of this group?"

"Hmm, I guess so." Qin Su held the crossbow bolt in his hand. "Take a look at Juesha's wound."

Hearing the young master's prompting, Wufeng crouched down, looking at the wound that was still gushing blood, his expression hardening. "This wound is similar to that time in the mountains..."

“Yes, exactly the same as those wounds in the mountains and forests.”

As Qin Su spoke, his deep gaze swept over the back window again. The boy his father had mentioned must be this one.

Whether they are male or female, as long as they are not enemies, it's fine.

Wu Feng stared at Jue Sha Yi's wound for a moment, then glanced at the back window. "Young Master, since it's the same person, should we...?"

"No rush, let's observe the situation first. Being neither friend nor foe isn't bad either." Qin Su put away the crossbow bolt. "Clean it up."

“Yes,” Wufeng frowned as he smelled the blood in the air. “Tingyu, get rid of this smell. It’s awful.”

"Hehe~, here it comes."

As she spoke, Tingyu, dressed in red, took out a packet of powder from her bosom, flicked her wrist, and scattered it across the entire backyard.

A faint floral fragrance wafted by, completely dispelling the strong stench of blood.

"It kills insects and eliminates odors at the same time."

Tingyu clapped his hands, kicked the thoroughly dead Juesha Yi, then secretly moved closer to Wufeng, bringing his head close to Wufeng's ear and pretending to blow a breath of warm air.

"What were you whispering about with the young master just now?"

Watching Tingyu's warm breath tickle his ear, Wufeng shook his head helplessly. "Want to know?"

"Hmm~, tell me about it." As she spoke, Tingyu's entire body clung to her.

"Go ask the young master yourself." Sensing Tingyu's intention, Wufeng twitched his lips, dodged to the side, and made Tingyu miss her target.

"Tch, this is so boring." Tingyu shook her wide sleeves and glared at Wufeng with feigned resentment.

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The night passed in the blink of an eye. The next day, when Mo Lan slowly woke up, she stared at the ceiling for a while before silently sitting up.

"Miss, you're awake. I already told the waiter that breakfast is ready. I'll go get it now."

As Hua Bao spoke, she immediately got up and left.

Thinking of last night, Mo Lan shook her head helplessly, got up to wash up, and sat down again on the chair by the back window, her eyes subconsciously glancing towards the backyard.