Chapter 48: Wherever the Sword Goes

She wanted to scream and throw a tantrum, just like when she was a child and couldn't get the wooden grasshopper she wanted.

Dad would quickly buy it for her and pick her up to coax her.

But she didn't. She couldn't scream because an invisible hand was tightly gripping her throat.

I could hardly breathe and was almost suffocating.

Only when he fell did Jiaoran see the terrifying face behind him.

Expressionless.

She killed him.

But she did not feel any regret, sadness or guilt.

Nothing.

It was no different from her killing a chicken or duck for a dinner snack.

A bitter feeling spread from her heart and penetrated her internal organs.

"Jiao Ran——" A deafening scream pulled her back.

She moved her feet lightly, and the sharp dart flew past her ear without causing any damage.

Phoenix Chick leaned over the railing upstairs and said with a smile, "It's really lively tonight, why don't I join in the fun." A silver dart was pinched between the fingers of his right hand.

"Oh no!" Mu Jin thought to himself, the phoenix chick is here.

The situation will only become more difficult to control.

The shout just now came from outside the window. The voice arrived before the person arrived.

Yuan Jianlu and Mei Wan'er were also forced to roll into this mess at this time.

Mei Wan'er was relieved to see that Jiaoran had come to his senses. She said to Jiaoran through the disciples of Huiying Gate, "We can't stay here for long. We need to leave quickly."

Zhou Zhi sneered, "Really? Since you've come to Huiying Gate, there's no reason to chase you away. Form your ranks!"

So in the small room, a dozen people huddled together, surrounding Jiaoran's helpers.

Yuan Jianlu was really having a headache and whispered, "Why don't we just leave now? It's their family's business after all, and family disgrace shouldn't be aired in public."

Mei Wan'er rolled her eyes and said, "If you want to leave, go by yourself."

After that, the two of them started fighting with the people from Huiying Gate. Mu Jin couldn't stay out of it. Seeing her distraught, he couldn't wait to go to her side.

She had been wandering around for the past few years and had grown taller. She no longer looked like a girl, and had shed her childishness and gained some maturity. He was overjoyed to see her again, but he didn't expect that the situation would be like this.

He imagined millions of possible reunions.

However, he never expected that Zhou Zhi would be so cruel as to kill Yi Bingfeng in front of her and break her heart.

Jiaoran lowered her eyelashes, said nothing, and held Yi Bingfeng's body in her arms, as if he was still alive, just asleep.

She closed his eyes without shedding a single tear.

He thought she would burst into tears and completely break down.

But she didn't. She was extremely calm. She put down Yi Bingfeng and asked Zhou Zhi, "Why?"

Zhou Zhi curled up one arm, with the back of the knife facing inward, and wiped the blood with a pull.

"Why kill him?"

"He's your husband!"

The Phoenix Chick spread its arms and flew over, clicking its tongue twice, "Master's Wife has such a cruel heart."

Zhou Zhi said coldly, "Haven't you been wanting to do this for a long time?"

Jiaoran realized that the two of them had colluded with each other for some kind of consensus, perhaps for "Gao Shan Shou".

A secret book that no one has ever seen, for which she could kill her husband and daughter. Until today, she realized that she had never seen her mother's true face.

A crack appeared in her world. Her seemingly perfect and happy past was all a lie.

Dad's blood was still hot. Just an incense stick ago, he was still saying that he wanted to test her skills, but in the blink of an eye, he could no longer speak.

Jiaoran had never felt that death and swords were so terrifying.

Because her sword has never killed the one she loves.

Because her tears have never been shed for her loved ones.

She was too young to know that the bitterness and sweetness of life were predetermined. Her short ten years of childhood were as sweet as honey, but one day, the day she left home, she was destined to experience all kinds of flavors in the world in the future.

But Mu Jin suddenly came over and grabbed her wrist, "Come with me and get out!"

Suddenly, a mass of red spread in front of him, as if a piece of rouge was stained on the snow. Looking down, he saw Jiaoran's sword as fast as lightning. Before he even felt the pain, he saw the wound in front of him, and the blood soaked through his clothes.

Zhou Zhi was not surprised at all when he saw this. He glanced at her, raised his sword, and pointed it at Jiaoran. With his other hand, he fiercely pulled Mu Jin back. He was about to move forward, but Zhou Zhi quickly sealed his two acupoints. "Bu Yue, where are you?"

Bu Yue tilted her head slightly, "Here, Master's Wife."

"Keep an eye on him, you don't have to capture Jiaoran. If anything happens to him, you know the consequences." Zhou Zhi slowly pushed him towards Bu Yue.

Bu Yue rolled his eyes and silently reached out to Zhuxing across the crowd, asking her to come over. He didn't have the time to take care of this burden.

Unexpectedly, Zhuxing didn't even look at him, but stared at Jiaoran and his master's wife.

"Mother, you are so cruel! Don't you want to kill me? Come and take it if you can!"

Mu Jin was now also mute and unable to speak. Jiao Ran showed no mercy in this sword attack. Although it did not take his life on the spot, it made him bleed profusely. Bu Yue bandaged him. He could not speak and could only blink at Bu Yue continuously.

The incident happened too quickly, and he didn't even expect Zhou Zhi to be so ruthless. All the subsequent plans were forced to be interrupted.

Bu Yue was too lazy to care about him, "Don't make things more complicated."

Before Jiaoran could finish his words, Zhou Zhi stabbed him with a sword.

Jiaoran dropped the sword. Could she draw her sword against her mother? She already had no father. Could it be that at this point, she was expected to kill the mother who had raised her for over ten years with her own hands?

So bare-handed.

Phoenix Chick felt that she was enough on her own, so she stood aside and just watched the battle.

The mother and daughter, one pushed forward while the other retreated. After taking a few steps back, they moved forward again to fight back.

While Yuan Jianlu was fighting with Mei Wan'er, he also paid attention to Jiaoran's situation. If she used that move, she would definitely be able to escape. The two looked at each other and felt the same way. But if she really used it, her mother's life might be lost.

Jiaoran had no weapons and could only win by speed. She dodged before the weapons came. Her body was as light as the wind. In a blink of an eye, she had fought with Zhou Zhi seven or eight times, and the fight was difficult to determine.

Bu Yue gradually opened her eyes wide. Is this still Jiaoran?

Hadn't she always been useless and lazy, a hopeless case? Was she still his junior sister who couldn't even stand in a horse stance, who found the knife too heavy and the sword too tiring to hold?!

It turns out that after hanging out there, his martial arts skills have improved by more than ten years. He has been hanging out there for so many years, but he is not as good as her in the past two or three years.

Fortunately, he came back early. If he was still outside, he might be defeated by her next year or the year after.

At this time, Jiaoran was only concerned about the present, but unexpectedly, with two whooshing sounds, two darts flew towards her, right at her face.

She quickly flipped in the air, and then flipped again.

Two darts each hit the pillar behind her.

The moment she landed on the ground, Zhou Zhi's elbow poked Jiaoran's abdomen.

She stepped back in pain, but quickly stood up again, her palms staggered, as if she was not relaxing.

Phoenix Young couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and since Jiaoran dodged several of the darts he threw, he felt very annoyed.

It takes so much trouble to take care of such a little girl. Zhou Zhi must be extremely useless.

"Are you letting it go on purpose?"