Chapter 423 I am narrow-minded

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

He stopped and his nose moved slightly.

This fragrance...

He seemed to have smelled it somewhere before.

Although the fragrance was strong, it was not stinging, as if it was faintly hooking your nose tip, making you addicted.

Jiang Kangan walked towards the source of the fragrance while smelling it...

"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 Kangan suddenly came to his senses.

No!

He bit the tip of his tongue, and the smell of blood filled his nasal cavity, blocking the fragrance.

When his eyes cleared up, he could see clearly - a long sword was pointed at him, and had pierced through the fabric on his left chest. If he woke up a little later, it would have pierced his own heart.

A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and he flew back, looking at the swordsman warily: "Who are you?"

The swordsman was dressed in white and had a white mask on his face. Seeing Jiang Kangan wake up, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said to himself: "Can you wake up? It seems that I need to adjust again."

Jiang Kangan held the sword tightly in his hand, said no more, and flew forward.

The man also came up with a sword, restrained his smile, and stabbed at the fatal point with every move, only caring about killing people, and did not dodge.

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

His brows didn't even wrinkle, as if he didn't feel any pain.

Crazy!

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

The two fought in the air. Although the man's martial arts was slightly inferior to Jiang Kangan, he couldn't stand 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 all the way, and both of them were a little exhausted. Standing on the roof, Jiang Kangan said coldly: "For the last time, who are you?"

When they were fighting just now, he was absolutely sure that he had definitely smelled this fragrance before.

It was when I was in 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 fighting for the time being, Wuming sat directly on the roof: "I can't beat you. The person who sent me here has done me a favor. No matter what you say, I will not betray him. You can kill me or mutilate me."

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

"You haven't seen me?"

Jiang Kangan asked. Wuming opened his eyes, looked him up and down, and then shook his head: "No, I'm narrow-minded and can't stand people who are prettier than me. If I had seen your appearance before, it would be either you or me."

Jiang Kangan: "..."

Still quite honest.

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

Sent to raid Xu's house at night, 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 face did not change, and his eyes did not even waver: "What second prince? Who is the second prince?"

Jiang Kang'an frowned and looked at him.

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

Wuming stood up and looked at Jiang Kang'an.

"Do you want to die?"

Before Wuming could answer, the roar of the girl below resounded through the sky: "Damn it! Who smashed my flowers?!"

Jiang Kang'an: "!!! Hurry..."

Before he finished speaking, a person suddenly appeared on the roof and stared at them quietly.

Bad!

Jiang Zhiyu was only wearing her underwear, with a wide cloak covering her, which made her look even more petite.

She saw the sword wound on Jiang Kangan's body at a glance, and threw the medicine to him. Then, Jiang Zhiyu's nose twitched slightly, her eyes froze, she grabbed Wuming and picked up the sword beside her, flew into the air, her sleeves fluttered, and she swung the sword at Jiang Kangan on the roof.

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

If the noise caused by the fight between Jiang Kangan and Wuming was just a quarrel, Jiang Zhiyu's sword was earth-shaking, and scared the maids and servants who were hiding, and they all screamed and rushed out.

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

Her voice was 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 her arms, put it under her nose and smelled it, then squatted down and let Jiang Kang'an, who was sitting on the ground and half-supported, smell it.

His turbid mind suddenly became clear.

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

Wuming's face was serious, his nose moved slightly, sniffing the fragrance beside him, and looking at Jiang Zhiyu: "Who are you, how did you recognize it?"

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 he didn't kill Jiang Kangan directly was because he still needed to add some emotions to the spices.

But he didn't expect that he would kill a little girl halfway, and this little girl easily recognized the illusion created by her own incense!

How is it possible!

Obviously, except for himself, no one else can break this illusion!

"It's not important," Jiang Zhiyu's face was tense, without her usual smile, and she pursed her lips: "Tell me, did you smash those flowers?"

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

It must have been broken by him when he and Jiang Kangan fought just now.

But the little girl looked evil at first glance, so Wuming would certainly not admit it: "It wasn't me, there were more than one person who came tonight, maybe he broke it."

He pointed at Jiang Kangan.

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

Jiang Kangan said weakly.

This sentence instantly ignited Jiang Zhiyu's anger. She drew her sword and rushed forward, her figure was like the wind, her body movements were unbelievable, and the long sword in her hand turned into thousands of afterimages, attacking Wuming.

"No, it could be him who smashed it!" Wuming had no power to fight back under 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 a bloody man.

But he was not dead.

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

Jiang Zhiyu swore.

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