"Are you afraid of me?"
An Jiu considers herself an ordinary person. Even though she comes from a good family, has received a good education, and has been praised as a genius since childhood, it cannot hide the fact that she is actually a rich girl who has never even killed a fish.
Faced with a life-and-death crisis, she could only helplessly wait for her fate to come.
An Jiu finally understood where the feeling of uneasiness he felt today came from.
She didn't know how she had offended the leader of the evil cult, and he actually sent people to kill her.
Should I say it's her honor?
When the big knife was about to fall on her head, An Jiu was so scared that she almost closed her eyes.
Wait, Pei Ji will definitely save her! She is his antidote!
As soon as this thought came to mind, a surge of power suddenly surged in An Jiu's body, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, and his whole body was suddenly filled with strength!
The long sword came swiftly, like a flash of lightning cutting through the blue sky.
The stiffly standing girl suddenly jumped up, like a rabbit being chased by a hunter, and dived into the arms of the young man in white beside her.
"Pei Ji, help!"
Pei Ji was stunned for a moment, then reflexively reached out and hugged her.
At the same time, Ming Yi also rushed over here a little bit slower, because An Jiu left his original position, and the person under the knife instantly became Ming Yi.
Ming Yi opened his eyes wide, but before he could say anything, a shadow suddenly and silently appeared behind him.
The figure was dressed in black, but unlike the coarse black clothes of the Demon Cult, he was dressed in a unique style, somewhat similar to the uniform of the detectives in the government offices.
The man in black suddenly appeared and grabbed Mingyi away so quickly that Scar didn't even have time to react.
Scar missed his attack, and his originally nonchalant expression turned serious.
He held the knife, stared at the man in black, and suddenly blurted out: "Xuanyi Guard? You kid is actually a member of the royal family?"
An Jiu had his head buried in Pei Ji's arms, but he immediately looked up when he heard the voice.
I saw a man in black holding Mingyi and standing not far away, confronting Scar.
The man in black had an ordinary face like an ordinary passerby, and it was unknown whether he was disguised or not, and his presence was extremely low.
Such people are generally not easily noticed and will disappear into a crowd.
"Prince, you cannot stay here for long. I will take you away right away." The man in black did not pay attention to Scar's words and spoke to Mingyi calmly.
Mingyi quickly said: "Go help Anjiu, don't worry about me first!"
The man in black said in a businesslike manner: "I am only responsible for your safety. Others have nothing to do with me."
Mingyi: "That's my friend, how could you not listen to me?"
The man in black said, "The Queen Mother has ordered that your safety is my first priority. I only follow the Queen Mother's orders. Please cooperate, my son."
After saying that, the man in black ignored Mingyi's struggle and quickly floated away with Mingyi.
The black-clothed man's martial arts skills were obviously not weak. Even with Ming Yi, a large burden, his figure was elusive and he was four or five feet away in the blink of an eye.
This man had great martial arts skills and Scar couldn't catch up with him at all, so he didn't plan to chase him.
Although the Demon Cult is fearless, often commits many evil deeds and disregards the imperial court, it does not want to confront the imperial court.
The underworld and the imperial court do not interfere with each other, and even the evil sects abide by this unspoken rule.
Besides, it was obvious that the Xuanyiwei was highly skilled in martial arts, and if he really fought him, he would probably be defeated.
Scar turned to look at Anjiu and said as if he was watching a joke: "Little beauty, did you see that? Your man left you and ran away."
An Jiu was in shock at the moment that Ming Yi was actually a member of the royal family, and there were Xuanyi Guards around him! This discovery made her brain work immediately, and when faced with Scar's words, she was slow to react for a long time.
She wanted to say, that's not my man, but when the words came to her lips, they turned into a question: "Why did your leader want to kill me?"
The pretty boy was rescued, so the mission was compromised. Scar didn't know whether the leader would recognize him if he killed the woman at this time.
If he doesn't admit it, why not take the woman away and let him enjoy her?
Scar changed his mind and stopped attacking. He smiled and said, "How would I know? Our leader's thoughts are not something that ordinary people can guess. Little beauty, I can let you go, as long as you stay with me for one night."
As he spoke, Scar walked towards Anjiu.
An Jiu subconsciously leaned to the side. When Scar saw her movement, he noticed the man in white next to her and the wheelchair under him, and immediately raised his eyebrows.
"My little beauty, why are you hiding behind this cripple? Can he still protect you? Do you think he can stand up?"
Scar laughed without restraint.
The young man in white who was ridiculed by him was sitting in a wheelchair. There was no expression on his fair and handsome face, and his pair of dark eyes were looking at him solemnly.
He moved a white jade folding fan in his palm with his fingers, and the thirty-six flawless white ribs unfolded one by one. His slender fingertips gently fiddled with one of the ribs, and then he flicked his finger in the direction of Scar.
The fan bones made a faint vibration sound, as if it was just an unconscious little movement.
The next second, Scar's laughter stopped abruptly, as if something suddenly grabbed his neck, and his face turned red.
He was still moving forward by inertia. After two steps, he finally stopped when he was almost in front of An Jiu.
At this time, Scar's eyes had bulged out and were bloodshot.
The long knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He pinched his neck with both hands, opened his mouth wide, and a gurgling sound came from his throat. Blood gushed out of his mouth, staining his beard red.
"You, you..." After squeezing out two words with difficulty, Scar stumbled and fell to the ground with a bang, dying with his eyes open.
Anjiu: “Ahhhhhhhhh!”
Someone’s dead! He died right in front of her! Those two bloodshot eyes were still staring at her!!!
Before she could even let out a word, someone covered her lips with their hands. "Mmmmm--"
"Do you want to lure all those people here?" The young man in white had a cold expression, and his eyes were as cold as the cold moonlight.
His face no longer had the gentleness it once had, and even towards An Jiu, his expression was quite cold.
"Don't scream. Push me out from the back. Be careful not to attract anyone."
"Hmmmm!" An Jiu's mouth was covered and he couldn't speak. He could only open his big helpless and panicked eyes and nod his head frequently.
Pei Ji then let go of his hand and said coldly, "Go that way."
He raised his graceful jaw, his expression cold.
An Jiu followed his instructions and pushed his wheelchair quickly to the location Pei Ji pointed to. It was a hidden side door. After opening the door, he walked through a long corridor, passed some unknown paths and doors, and arrived outside the villa.
Pei Ji said: "There is a road down the mountain here, let's go down first."
Along the way, An Jiu had been in constant fear, fearing that he would be discovered by the people from the Demon Cult.
However, surprisingly, I didn't run into anyone at all.
Although they could hear the sounds of fighting coming from all directions, they arrived here safely. An Jiu guessed that this was probably a route that Pei Ji had arranged long ago.
An Jiu’s guess was indeed correct. This was exactly the passage that Pei Ji prepared for Qiansha Pavilion, just to allow the killer to exit smoothly.
However, he did not expect that the first people to escape through this road would be himself and An Jiu.
Too many things were beyond expectations. The secret book that was supposed to have been stolen was still there, and An Jiu was inexplicably targeted by the leader of the evil cult. Everything seemed to have deviated from its original track and slid into an unknown abyss.
This feeling is not good.
There was frost in the eyes of the young man in white, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and his jawline was slightly tense.
"Pei, Pei Ji, aren't we waiting for Brother He and Lin Qingyan? And Ah Qi..."
The girl's trembling voice reached his ears. Pei Ji turned his head and saw that her face was pale and there was a hint of fear in her eyes as she looked at him.
Pei Ji narrowed his eyes slightly and asked calmly: "Are you afraid of me?"
[Pei Ji's favorability towards you -5, currently 30. ]
[Pei Ji's favorability towards you -5, currently 25. ]
The girl's lips were pale, and even with lipstick on, it couldn't hide the paleness underneath.
She pursed her lips, shook her head vigorously, and stammered, "No, I, I was just scared. I know you are saving me, and I won't blame you. You are a good person, and that person is a bad person..."
She must have been very frightened, as her words were incoherent, but they seemed genuine.
The coldness in the man's eyes faded a little.
[Pei Ji's favorability towards you +10, currently 35. ]
"They will protect themselves. We can't help them. It's better to leave as soon as possible."
Hearing him say this, An Jiu nodded repeatedly: "Okay, let's go."
The way down the mountain is not long, after all, it is at the foot of the mountain, but this road is a small path, there are no bluestones on the ground, and the road surface is all uneven yellow soil. An Jiu also has to push Pei Ji's wheelchair, so he can't walk too fast.
An Jiu recovered his strength and pushed the wheelchair while secretly complaining in his heart.
He could obviously walk, but he insisted on pretending to be a cripple and asked her to push his wheelchair. This guy was really acting too well!
Just as the two of them were slowly walking down the mountain, the turmoil in the Golden Snake Villa gradually showed signs of subsiding.
The Evil Ghost Face was too powerful, and even the Green Water Sword could not get any good results against him. In particular, the Evil Ghost Face had practiced some evil skills, and his internal strength was extremely cold. The Green Water Sword was accidentally hit by his palm and immediately lost its ability to move.
The Demon Cult must have made full preparations this time. There were many invaders, and the martial arts sects were defeated one after another. In just a short period of time, they were completely defeated.
Seeing that the Green Water Sword was defeated by the Evil Ghost Face, the others would not step forward without considering their own capabilities.
The man in the dark red robe raised his scimitar and blew gently on the blade, blowing off a few drops of blood that were about to fall.
He sighed in boredom, and sat leisurely on the table in the middle of the hall, holding the mahogany box in his hands, shaking his head and sighing: "It's really useless, is this the only thing the Central Plains martial arts world can do?"
At this time, a middle-aged man walked up to the evil ghost face and said, "Master, have you noticed that there seem to be a lot more of us?"
The evil ghost face said "Hmm?" in confusion.
The middle-aged man also looked puzzled and said, "I found that among the people who attacked, it seems that there are not only our Divine Cult, but also a group of people in black, who are dressed similarly to our Divine Cult. I suspect that someone is taking advantage of the situation."
Hearing this, the evil ghost's eyes suddenly became interested.
"Oh? Are you saying that someone is plotting against us?" the evil ghost asked with a smile.
The man broke out in sweat on his forehead and whispered, "I'm afraid that's the case... I just don't know who the force is."
The evil ghost smiled and said, "Why not just catch someone and ask him?"
The middle-aged man said with embarrassment: "Everyone who was caught committed suicide by taking poison."
The evil ghost smiled at him and said softly, "If you can't find out, you don't have to come back to report."
The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly, and said with great trepidation: "Yes, yes, I will continue to ask."
The evil ghost put one foot on the table and patrolled around lazily, identifying the men in black in the hall with interest.
He couldn't tell which one was from the Demon Sect. After all, it was impossible for him to know every member of the sect.
Evil Face was very curious about who was so brave as to use his knife to kill someone.
"Interesting, really interesting, finally something fun."
Just when he was bored, the evil ghost's eyes suddenly fixed on one place.
It was an inconspicuous corner, and a subordinate he happened to remember died there. There was nothing strange about it, but the way the man died caught his attention.
The evil ghost flew up, quickly came to the corpse, and squatted down to check.
"poison?"
After a slight identification, the evil ghost raised his eyes and looked around, sniffing at the same time.
Soon, he found the clue he was looking for from among the countless messy smells and looked in one direction accurately.
The author has something to say:
Evil Ghost Face: The Central Plains martial arts are garbage, but the Divine Religion is awesome.
Subordinate: Boss, it seems that the people who help us fight are not our own people?
Devil Face: ???
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