Shen Qingfeng regained his freedom, proudly showing eight teeth to Chen Jiao, and rushed out the door.
A moment later, with a loud thud, Shen Qingfeng was kicked back, falling and feeling dizzy.
"There are people outside, why didn't you say so sooner?"
Shen Jiao stood beside him. "Guess why I came back?"
Shen Qingfeng: "..."
Forget about sibling affection, this girl clearly just wants to find someone else to draw attention away from them.
He gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound: "You heartless bastard, I'm still a wounded soldier!"
Shen Jiao said helplessly, "There's nothing I can do. After all, you brought this person here through your curse."
Outside the door.
The swordsman under the moon carried two swords on his back, exuding an imposing aura. He looked much the same as the one Shen Jiao had seen that night, except that his bald head was even shinier.
The Swordsman Under the Moon must have been highly valued by the client, as he led dozens of guards who stood in a dark mass, forming a tight encirclement that blocked the entrance completely, preventing even a bird from flying out.
The small, dark room where Shen Qingfeng was being held had no windows; the only way to escape was to fight one's way out...
The Swordsman Under the Moon didn't feel offended by kicking Shen Qingfeng. He stared straight at Shen Jiao with a smile on his face.
"Martial Arts Alliance Leader, I have long admired your name."
The moment Shen Jiao saw the swordsman under the moon, her eyelids returned to normal.
No wonder so many people came; they came specifically to capture her. Actually, she's just a nominal leader, so there's no need to pay so much attention to her...
Shen Jiao said calmly, "The Swordsman Under the Moon, I've heard so much about you."
"Why are you wasting so much time talking to that bald monk? Just run!"
Shen Qingfeng quickly got up and, taking advantage of a lull in their formal conversation, grabbed Shen Jiao and rushed out.
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