"Forget it, let's wait for rescue."
According to her observation, this should be the back mountain of Qingchun Mountain. She had never been here before, was not familiar with the terrain, and did not know martial arts. There were so many people surrounding her outside, she definitely could not escape by herself.
Jiang Ling sighed and chatted with Hu Hu to relieve his boredom. "Do you think I should learn some martial arts? That way I can save my life."
Fox shook his head, "Forget it, host, we are not suitable for playing with knives and guns. We should rely on our brains."
"Well, compared to my limbs, my brain is indeed better." Jiang Ling nodded silently and gave up the idea of learning martial arts.
She was chatting with Fox in the dark cave, while Zhou Jing'an was already coming with his men to kill them.
Xiang Feng looked at the figure riding a horse in front of him at full speed, feeling somewhat complicated.
The last time I saw Zhou Jing'an like this was when Xia Zhixian and Zhou Huan'an were kidnapped.
Zhou Jing'an was only twelve years old at the time, but he exuded a sinister aura that did not belong to a young boy. He had no expression, but his eyes seemed to be stained with blood, and murderous intent burst out from them, making it impossible to tell that he was only twelve years old.
And now, it's exactly the same, with the same expressionless face and no words.
The bloodthirstiness in his eyes was a little more suppressed than before, but it made Xiang Feng feel even more frightened.
The deliberately hidden bloodlust was more dangerous than what was revealed a few years ago.
Now, when facing the same situation, Zhou Jing'an is more calm and careful than before. He is like a Rakshasa walking out of the darkness, but still maintains clear calculations.
Just like now, they have broken through two layers of enemy traps and headed straight for the top of the mountain.
Xiang Feng looked up and saw the figure in front of him standing straight. His originally neatly combed hair was slightly messy, and some loose hair hung in front of his forehead, slightly covering his red eyes.
His fair face was stained with blood, and the veins on his hand holding the hilt of the knife were bulging. Mixing with the bright red blood, it flowed along his veins in a stream, licking the tip of the knife that was shining with cold light, and then fell freely with the bumps of riding, mixing into the mud.
Xiang Feng watched Zhou Jing'an walk towards him step by step. He knew clearly that Zhou Jing'an was on the verge of a sudden attack.
Compared to his original martial arts skills, his progress now is incomparable. It is precisely because of this that, with his suppressed bloodlust, Zhou Jing'an is unstoppable.
He was already blood-thirsty.
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