Chapter 1849 [Shangxie] Little Master

The blade that was silently extended from the fingertips flashed a sharp cold light in the sunlight, and in an instant it quietly penetrated the neck of the person in front of him.

The person who came realized something was wrong and immediately pushed her away and retreated in horror, but how could he be faster than Xia Fuyi's suddenly surging internal strength.

The recuperation over the past few days has been enough for her to recover some of her internal strength. Although it is less than one-fifth of its peak strength, it is more than enough to kill Xue Yanshu.

That was a true killing intent that wanted to kill everyone without any hesitation. Seeing that blood had already seeped out of Xue Yanshu's snow-white neck and her throat was about to be broken in the next moment, Xia Fuyi's hand was suddenly hit hard by something in the bloodstream. Her arm suddenly became numb and the blade in her hand fell into the bed sheet.

The blindfolded girl gritted her teeth expressionlessly, and continued to fight regardless of anything, but a person had already jumped in from the window. A dark shadow flashed in front of her and grabbed her wrist tightly. A gritted laugh sounded in her ears.

"It's been a while since we last met. You haven't changed at all. You're still so fearless and reckless."

"My little master."

He enunciated the last three words with extra force, and his hands became more and more reckless as if filled with hatred.

Xia Fuyi could no longer move. The eyes behind the cloth blinked and she called out coldly,

"You've grown taller, Ning Qing."

Her hand was thrown away in the blink of an eye, and Mu Ningqing's voice suddenly became colder than ice.

"You can't call me Ning Qing. Please respect yourself, Miss Xia."

Xia Fuyi: ...

Who called me "little master" first? How come you turned hostile so quickly?

Before the two of them could react any further, Xue Yanshu, whose neck was cut, screamed first.

"Xia Fuyi! How dare you attack me! Are you courting death?"

"Who is seeking death?"

Before Xia Fuyi could speak, Mu Ningqing looked at the masked woman with disgust and said coldly,

"You should be thanking God and the Sect Master for not being killed by her sword. It would have been fine if you hadn't avoided her if you knew she was alive, but you actually dared to keep moving forward."

"Mu Ningqing!"

In the eyes of outsiders, the head of Linglong Pavilion, who was always well-educated and considerate, always sounded like he was drugged in front of Xia Fuyi, and even his voice became sharp and piercing.

"Have you forgotten how she used you and then abandoned you? You always call her "little master" affectionately, but when she got into trouble, she pushed you to the forefront. Have you forgotten how many times you almost died when the sect leader punished you to go on a mission in Bei Ze?"

Xia Fuyi, who had originally had no expression on her face, moved her ears slightly at this moment.

She blinked in confusion and tilted her head towards the boy standing next to her.

Mu Ningqing's face silently darkened where she couldn't see him. His whole body exuded a cold and terrifying murderous aura. He stared expressionlessly at Xue Yanshu who was about to speak.

The masked woman shrank back at the gaze and involuntarily shut her mouth.

"It seems I shouldn't have stopped her from killing you at all,"

Mu Ningqing curled the corners of his lips slightly, but his smile was filled with dark murderous intent.

"Last time, the Sect Master chose you between you and Xia Fuyan. So, guess who he will choose between you and Xia Fuyi?"

Xia Fuyi, who was still thinking about what Xue Yanshu had just said, suddenly turned pale when he heard the name Xia Fuyan.

It was as if a living person had his spirit drained away in an instant, turning into a fragile piece of paper.

She slowly turned her head towards Xue Yanshu who was standing opposite her. Her pale lips parted slightly, and she uttered a word indifferently.

"roll."