Aren’t these the two night watchmen from Cangnan City?

How did they get here?

An Qingyu clearly remembered that Si Xiaonan was just a harmless-looking girl in the "Chi" realm back then, but the pressure she exuded now was already at the peak of the "Klein" realm.

Has her realm improved by leaps and bounds in the past few years, or has she always been hiding her strength?

A hint of gray flashed in his eyes, and he instantly analyzed the bodies of Si Xiaonan and Leng Xuan. The former still had some residual power of the outer gods, while the latter had a snake-like aura that An Qingyu hated.

These two people, no matter in terms of temperament or strength, are no longer the two night watchmen of Cangnan City back then.

An Qingyu's gaze shifted and fell on Singh next to him. Seeing the obvious Western features on the other's face and the murderous intent flashing in his eyes, his brows immediately frowned.

An Qingyu heard every word of Singh's English words just now.

Combining the other party's appearance and the pressure of his realm, An Qingyu was almost certain that the man in front of him was the same as Andre, an agent of the foreign gods who had sneaked into Daxia from the foggy border.

With these three people standing together, An Qingyu made a conclusion in less than half a second.

It's the enemy.

Not a friend.

His eyes narrowed, and his right hand quickly reached into his pocket. Several invisible threads contracted around his body, and he had already entered a combat state.

Singh's lips curled up into a sneer, he raised his right hand, and was about to grab An Qingyu in mid-air.

Just then, a beautiful figure blocked his way.

Singh's brow furrowed.

Si Xiaonan turned his back to Singer and faced An Qingyu. He waved his hand casually and said:

"Put your hands down, Xiao An. Don't be nervous. This person is not an enemy, but a companion I met on the road... Let me introduce him to you. He is Singh, the agent of the gods from India. His goal is the same as ours."

Hearing this, An Qingyu and Singh were both stunned.

An Qingyu's eyes met Si Xiaonan, who blinked at him and gave him a look.

"Do you know him?" Singh walked out from behind Si Xiaonan, pointed at An Qingyu who was wearing a crimson cloak, and asked puzzledly.

"This is the hidden man I left behind in Daxia, Xiao An." Si Xiaonan said calmly, "He and this mute are both my servants."

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through An Qingyu's mind.

He was silent for a moment, silently placed his raised right hand on his chest, knelt on one knee, and said devoutly to Si Xiaonan:

"As you wish, my Lord."

Seeing this scene, Singh's vigilance was completely put down. He glanced at Si Xiaonan and said coldly:

"No wonder you were deliberately leading me in the wrong direction all along the way. It turns out that you had sent out a spy a long time ago. While holding me back, you secretly searched for the entrance to Kunlun Xu nearby, wanting to monopolize the information...

As expected of the agent of the God of Trickery, he is very cunning. "

"No one is a good person, so you don't have to pretend to be noble here." Si Xiaonan took advantage of the situation and gave him a cold look.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

One is Singh who has ulterior motives, one is Loki who is eavesdropping secretly, and one is an old friend from Cangnan who knows her and Leng Xuan's identities...Caught between these three parties, every word of Si Xiaonan may put herself and An Qingyu in an irretrievable situation.

This was the best solution she could think of in such a short time, as she had to save An Qingyu's life under Loki's surveillance while eliminating Singer's vigilance and not expose her and Leng Xuan's intentions!

Fortunately, after her actions, the conflict that was about to break out was easily resolved.

But she knew very well in her heart that she could do this not because she was smart... but because An Qingyu was smart.

The moment he heard these words, An Qingyu realized that Si Xiaonan's position was different. After all, if Si Xiaonan was completely the opposite of him, as long as he joined forces with Singh, killing a small "Wulian" like him would only be a matter of breathing, and there would be no need to play any tricks.

An Qingyu knew very well that Si Xiaonan did this to save his own life.

In other words, Si Xiaonan’s position is not purely "evil", or she herself is in a situation of being coerced.

After thinking it through, An Qingyu knew what he should do.

He exchanged a glance with Si Xiaonan, then looked away in tacit understanding. Then he quickly walked to Si Xiaonan's side and stood behind her like a real servant.

Singh had never been to Daxia, so naturally he didn't recognize the night watchman's cloak. He ignored An Qingyu, walked straight to the gap in the bronze pattern, squatted down and examined it carefully.

"The entrance has been opened, and someone has already gone in before us."

He turned around and glanced at An Qingyu, "What happened here just now?"

"A man in yellow clothes opened the gap and walked in." An Qingyu paused and glanced at Si Xiaonan, "He also brought seven black leaves with him."

When Si Xiaonan heard the second half of the sentence, his eyes narrowed.

"With seven black leaves?" Singer didn't seem to understand what he said. He shook his head and walked towards the gap. "We have to speed up, or he will get there first."

Si Xiaonan responded, and took An Qingyu and Leng Xuan with him, and walked towards the gap.

Halfway through the walk, she seemed to remember something and said to An Qingyu:

"You found the entrance to Kunlun Xu, that's great." Si Xiaonan emphasized the three words "Kunlun Xu", "Leave a few mice nearby. If you notice someone approaching, warn me in advance."

An Qingyu was stunned for a moment, but soon understood what Si Xiaonan meant, "I understand."

He flicked his sleeves slightly, and several gray mice fell down and quickly crawled into the snow.

Singer didn't notice anything. At this moment, his mind was all on the gap in the bronze lines. He took a step forward and disappeared in the phantom light.

Si Xiaonan, An Qingyu and Leng Xuan followed closely behind.

When the four figures disappeared, the gray mice that had crawled into the snow came out one after another. Even though their bodies were almost frozen by the low temperature and wind and snow, they still crawled quickly in the snow, outlining a line of conspicuous words.

After completing the last stroke, several gray mice fell in the snow. The extreme cold mercilessly deprived them of their heartbeats, leaving them completely stiff and lifeless.