Divine Fortune-Teller Miss

The Mu family's foremost wastrel is reborn from nirvana and returns, causing heaven and earth to change color and the entire world to be rewritten. Heavenly treasures, hidden riches, and divine...

Chapter 204: Dark and Windy Night of Murder

Mu Hanyan, who has been reborn, is not only a sharp sword, but also a sword stained with blood.

What if I kill a beast like Jiang Zhongtian again?

How could such a scumbag be worth her attention?

At night, a slender figure appeared on the high courtyard wall.

Under the cold moonlight, her jet-black hair danced lightly in the wind, her beautiful face exuded a captivating charm, and her clothes fluttered, making her look like a fairy from the Moon Palace.

No one would have thought that she was the notorious Mu Hanyan from Black Stone City, who could even stop children from crying at night - the great playboy Mu!

After all, Jiang Zhongtian was once an important official in the capital and had close contacts with many aristocratic families. She didn't want to cause trouble for the Mu family.

This was the first time that Mu Hanyan put on women's clothes and restored her original appearance after her rebirth. She seemed to feel much calmer, but her heart suddenly became cold.

"Sir, it seems someone is coming. I'm afraid it's an enemy, not a friend." Jiang Zhongtian was having a drink in the inner courtyard when a guard leaned over to his side and whispered.

"Haha, I've been in the capital for so many years, and it's inevitable that I've offended a few people. It's not surprising that someone is looking for revenge." Jiang Zhongtian said with a smile.

"Sir, do you want to ask for help from the City Lord's Mansion? We don't have many guards with us on this trip." The guard asked cautiously.

"No need." Jiang Zhongtian waved his hand, and an old figure appeared silently from the darkness.

Seeing this person, the guard's expression changed slightly, and fear was evident. At the same time, it suddenly dawned on him that it was no wonder that the master was not worried at all. With this person around, what else was there to worry about?

"Kill him?" the old man asked simply and clearly.

Jiang Zhongtian nodded and picked up the wine glass as if nothing had happened.

No matter who comes, the result is the same: he is dead!

He has absolute confidence in this family warrior who has followed him for more than forty years.

Walking on the silvery moonlight, Mu Hanyan walked gently towards the inner courtyard. An old and slightly hunched figure blocked his way. Although he was old, the scar at the corner of his eye still looked hideous and terrifying.

"This is not the place you should come to. Let's go. I don't want to kill anyone." Seeing the beautiful girl in front of him who was so beautiful that it made people's heart palpitate, the old man was slightly distracted and said coldly.

Although he was still hunched over, his expression was extremely arrogant.

"Jiang Renyi?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"You recognize me?" The old man was slightly surprised.

Mu Hanyan smiled faintly. Although it had been many years, how could she not recognize him? Jiang Renyi, one of Jiang Zhongtian's most hidden and powerful personal guards.

Although he is called benevolent and righteous, he is actually cruel and ruthless. Jiang Zhongtian has done many evil things and has many enemies, but he has always been at large, largely because he helped the evildoers.

"Who are you?" Seeing Mu Hanyan's faint smile, Jiang Renyi felt uneasy and asked with a frown.

"The one who killed you." Mu Hanyan's smile became even brighter, and suddenly, the long sword came out of its sheath.

"Hmph, you're looking for death!" Jiang Renyi has followed Jiang Zhongtian for many years and has experienced life and death. His reaction is far better than that of ordinary people.

Seeing Mu Hanyan's shoulder move slightly, he became alert. With a flick of his finger, the long sword was unsheathed and stabbed at Mu Hanyan's throat.

The speed was actually a few points faster than Mu Hanyan's. What was even more terrifying was that the sword shadows moved like thousands of winter plum blossoms flying, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Ninth level of swordsman - phantom swordsmanship!