Chapter 51 Demon Cult White Moonlight 6 Ning Huaiqing still held her wrist...
The room was silent for a moment, and everyone's eyes fell on Ning Huaiqing.
He was stunned for a moment, then he held Duan Yiwan's elbow and helped her up: "Who are you, young lady? Why are you here?"
Duan Yiwan felt a bit of favor towards him because he was gentle and polite, unlike the other knights who were rude and arrogant, so she told him the whole story.
She said her surname was Qin, and she had no sect or affiliation. She had traveled everywhere and came to this small town five days ago and settled down here.
But who knew that this inn was actually a shady shop? On her first night there, she witnessed a bloody murder and robbery.
Fortunately, she woke up in time and escaped quietly through the back window.
She wanted to leave immediately, but when she thought about the many innocent people living in the inn, Duan Yiwan stopped in her tracks.
But she was alone and weak, so she could only lie in ambush near the inn and try her best to save one or two people when the guards in the inn were lax.
Tonight, she watched Ali and his group enter the inn. She had originally intended to rescue them as planned, but she didn't expect the tiles on the roof of the inn to be so fragile, causing her to make such a fool of herself.
Duan Yiwan noticed that Ning Huaiqing and his group were all wearing swords at their waists and suggested, "Why don't we join forces and take down this shady shop? There are six of us, and we can definitely take down these evil-minded people!"
After hearing this, Zhou Miaoqin and Yan Feng looked at Ali, while Ning Huaixiu looked at Ning Huaiqing.
Ali didn't want to cause any trouble and had no interest in being a hero. Just as he was about to refuse, Ning Huaiqing suddenly blew out the only lamp in the room.
The surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.
"Shh, someone's coming."
Several elongated silhouettes appeared by the window, full of murderous intent, gradually approaching.
Ning Huaiqing's eyebrows moved slightly, and he was the first to draw his sword and rush forward. Ning Huaixiu followed closely behind him, and the sound of weapons clashing was endless.
"Prepare to die!" Duan Yiwan shouted delicately and flew forward.
The three of them fought with the group of men in black.
Zhou Miaoqin obediently hid behind the motionless Ali, and Yan Feng did not move forward.
This group of men in black were very skilled and knew how to advance and retreat well. It was obvious that they were not ordinary killers.
They had long realized that Ali and the Ning brothers were the most difficult to deal with among this group of people, and had originally planned to deal with Zhou Miaoqin and Yan Feng first, and then deal with the other three.
However, when they were about to take action, Zhou Yan and his partner's room was empty. They must have discovered something.
In this case, we must not let these people get out alive no matter what.
The men in black were numerous and powerful, and their moves were ruthless, so the three men gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Zhou Miaoqin was terrified and shook A Li: "Senior Sister Mu, let's go help them, they-"
"If you want to force yourself, Junior Sister, why don't you take the sword yourself?" Ali lowered his eyes slightly, indifferent. "Our only purpose of this trip is to go to Piaomiao Peak. Please don't interfere in other irrelevant matters."
Zhou Miaoqin was speechless, but Yan Feng was lost in thought as he stared at Ali's frosty face. He suddenly asked, "Even if they die here, can't we intervene?"
Ali didn't even raise an eyebrow: "Of course."
This is the plot that advances the relationship between the male and female protagonists in the book, and neither of them can die.
Yan Feng got the answer he wanted, lowered his head, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Ali was tired of watching, rubbed his forehead, stepped over the corpses on the ground, and walked towards his room.
"Senior Sister Mu..." Zhou Miaoqin wanted to call her, but Yan Feng raised his hand to stop her: "Senior Sister Mu is very tired."
On the other side, Ning Huaixiu's skills were not as good as Ning Huaiqing and Duan Yiwan. He was quickly defeated and fell to the side, unable to move for a while.
He looked anxiously at Ning Huaiqing in the crowd: "Brother, be careful!"
Ning Huaiqing was a little exhausted at this moment, but he still held on with his last breath. He danced the Qingyun Sword in his hand quickly, repelling a man in black who was rushing towards him, and then swung the sword at the person behind Duan Yiwan.
Seeing the tense situation, the men in black on the periphery looked at each other. Some of them continued to attack Ning Huaiqing and Duan Yiwan, while a few of them quietly went behind them and suddenly raised their swords to stab them in the back.
"Brother! Watch out behind you!" Ning Huaixiu's heart-wrenching cry stopped Ali's steps.
Before Zhou Miaoqin could see clearly, a snow-white figure lightly tapped its toes and flew into the crowd surrounding it.
Ali's body turned like a swallow, and in an instant he kicked down all the men in black behind Ning Huaiqing. He then threw the Frost Sword in his hand. The sword energy seemed to have substance, drawing a silver arc in the air and repelling those who attacked Duan Yiwan one by one.
Ali spun around with a sullen face and landed, her plain skirt blooming like a snow lotus. The Frost Sword had flown back into her hand, emitting a clear whistling sound.
Ning Huaiqing's eyes lit up, and he seized the opportunity to catch his breath and used the Linfeng sword technique again to knock down the surprised men in black one after another.
Seeing that the only remaining person still wanted to run, Ali turned over and used the force to land in front of him. The trembling tip of the sword was against his throat. If he moved an inch, he would be able to send him to see the King of Hell.
Ning Huaiqing called out to her, ran forward and held down her sword-wielding hand: "Senior Sister! Show mercy!"
Ah Li looked at him unhappily, and Ning Huaiqing softened her tone, "Senior Sister, we must keep someone alive to question the story behind this inn."
Ali's eyes paused, and she slowly loosened her grip. However, Ning Huaiqing still held onto her wrist and refused to let go. "Huaixiu, tie this man up and bring him to the garrison commander tomorrow."
Ning Huaixiu wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and nodded.
Ali looked at Ning Huaiqing's hand, which was secretly exerting force. He struggled but failed to break free, and became more and more unhappy.
Just then, Duan Yiwan came over, clutching her bleeding arm. "Are you all okay? That was a close call!"
Ning Huaiqing's attention was distracted, and Ali took the opportunity to break away from him and left without looking back.
"Which sect are you from? Your martial arts skills are so high!"
Duan Yi didn't notice the witty exchange between the two, and stood in front of Ning Huaiqing who was about to follow him: "Don't go, tell me! I won't tell anyone!"
Ning Huaiqing could only watch Ali's figure disappear in the corridor, and sighed depressedly for a long time.
He originally wanted to talk to his senior sister alone for a few words, but was worried that she would turn around and leave, so he grabbed her in a hurry. However, he did not expect to make things worse and made her even angrier.
Duan Yiwan still stood in front of him, constantly asking him questions. Ning Huaiqing took a deep breath and said, "Miss Qin, it's very late."
"It's okay, I always go to bed late." Duan Yiwan said.
Ning Huaiqing choked and pointed at the blood-soaked ground: "Huaixiu and I have to deal with the mess here later, so I'm sorry I can't accompany you any longer. Miss Qin, please go to bed early."
Duan Yiwan finally saw the helplessness in Ning Huaiqing's eyes and thought he was too tired. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go to bed first. You guys should get some rest too."
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Early the next morning, there was a knock on Ali's door.
She was meditating on the bed and remained unmoved even though the door was knocked loudly.
After breathing in and out a few times, Ali withdrew his hands and opened his eyes, then got out of bed and opened the door.
The person outside the door was Ning Huaixiu. He leaned against the door nonchalantly and said in a light tone: "Brother said he is going to the governor's residence today. Do you want to go?"
In fact, there was a second half to what his brother told him: if Senior Sister Mu had not woken up yet, he should not knock on the door and wake her up.
But he refused.
Ali looked at the unfriendly young man in front of her. He was not even as tall as her, but his mouth was turned up to the sky.
He and Ning Huaiqing look very similar, except that one is lively and the other is calm. However, the naiveté in their eyes is exactly the same.
Ali was too lazy to argue with the child: "Where is your brother?"
Ning Huaixiu pointed downstairs reluctantly.
Ali walked around him and went straight downstairs.
The lobby on the first floor was empty. Except for the men in black from last night, everyone in the inn had left. Ning Huaiqing, Duan Yiwan, and Zhou Miaoqin were sitting at the eight-immortal table, eating.
Duan Yiwan was the first to notice A-li and waved cheerfully, "Come here, Miss Mu! Young Master Ning just bought some steamed buns, they smell amazing!"
Ali sat in the last empty seat, with Zhou Miaoqin on his left and Duan Yiwan on his right.
Ning Huaiqing pushed the oil-paper bag that had been lying untouched beside him towards him: "Senior Sister Mu, would you like to try it?"
Ali wanted to say that he had no appetite, but when he saw his expectant eyes, he was suddenly speechless.
She picked it up and took a small bite.
Ning Huaiqing's tense back finally relaxed a little, and he poured another cup of hot tea and handed it to her.
Duan Yiwan saw it and quickly asked, "Where's mine? And Miss Zhou's?" As she spoke, she took the arm of Zhou Miaoqin, who was eating buns silently.
Zhou Miaoqin almost choked and waved her hands with a red face: "No, no, I'm not used to drinking tea..."
Seeing this, Ning Huaiqing poured two cups of tea. Ning Huaixiu also came down and sat next to his brother.
"How are you going to deal with what happened last night?" Ali asked.
Ning Huaiqing looked at her and said, "I went to the Garrison Commander's Mansion this morning, but strangely, the door was closed. It seemed that no one had lived there for a long time."
"I know!" Duan Yiwan slammed the table. "It must be because this garrison commander is just sitting there doing nothing that this shady shop is running so unscrupulous."
Ning Huaiqing thought for a moment and said, "Miss Qin's speculation is unreasonable. However, when I came back, I asked some of the common people, and they were all very secretive about the inn's affairs. They said that the governor was a good official who truly worked for the people."
"There's something strange about this town."
Ning Huaiqing kept his eyes on Ali and noticed that she had only taken a bite. Just as he was about to speak, the door of the inn was pushed open and a child in tattered clothes stood in front of the door.
"Where did the child come from?" Duan Yiwan was surprised.
Ning Huaiqing stood up. The child saw him and asked, "Are you Mr. Ning?"
"It's me. Are you looking for me?" Ning Huaiqing squatted down, his eyes level with the child's. The child nodded, stuffed a crumpled letter into his arms, and ran away.
Ali came over thoughtfully: "What's in the letter?"
Ning Huaiqing unfolded the letter in front of her: "The garrison commander asked us to go to his house again in half an hour."
Ali remembered that the governor of Changxin Town had a unique secret martial arts technique, which he would give to Ning Huaiqing soon to help him improve his martial arts skills.
This book of mental skills is of no use to her, but if Ning Huaiqing successfully obtains it, wouldn't it create unnecessary obstacles for the Divine Cult to attack these righteous martial arts sects in the future?
Duan Yiwan and the others went forward in a lively manner. Ali was walking alone at the end, thinking deeply, when suddenly a package of something hot was stuffed into his palm.
Ali looked up, only able to see the ends of Ning Huaiqing's hair swaying.
She opened the oil paper package and found a fragrant plum cake inside.
It's exactly what she likes to eat.
Ali sniffed it in a good mood. He had to eat first so that he would have the energy to grab things.
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