"What did you say?"

"Run away?"

Jiang Xuanli got up from his bed, his long black hair falling to his waist. He casually pulled a piece of clothing and put it on, and his tone did not reveal whether he was happy or angry.

“Yes… yes…”

Wang Tong stood outside the screen with his back bent, his head buried as low as he could. Drops of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He closed his eyes tightly, not daring to even breathe.

In the room, dozens of beautiful maids were naked. They stood in a row, holding clothes, jewelry and other items in their hands. When they saw Jiang Xuanli wake up, they came in one after another and helped Jiang Xuanli dress and tie his hair.

Jiang Xuanli yawned and asked casually, "How did you run away?"

"Didn't that idiot Chen Zichuan persuade his third uncle? I think his name is Chen, what's his name?"

Wang Tong quickly replied, "Chen Yuanhua."

"Yes, isn't Chen Yuanhua a Jindan? How could he let a foundation-building person escape?"

"Chen Yuanhua...is dead. I heard he was struck by lightning and then killed by Sheng He's sword. There was a big commotion in the City Lord's Mansion. Chen Zichuan was whipped thirty times by the City Lord and he hasn't woken up yet."

"laugh!"

Jiang Xuanli sneered and walked out from behind the screen barefoot.

"Chen Yuanhua's golden elixir was made by the city lord smashing pills. What use is it? Where are our people? Are they still following them?"

Wang Tong swallowed his saliva and fell to his knees with a plop.

Jiang Xuanli frowned: "Are they all dead?"

"They were all... all struck unconscious by the thunder."

"waste!"

Jiang Xuanli kicked Wang Tong in the waist. Wang Tong shrank into a ball and rolled on the ground for several times before he barely stopped.

Feeling a tearing pain in his waist and abdomen, Wang Tong buried his head deeply in his arms, not daring to move.

"Go find the people from the Seven Killing Pavilion and tell them that I want to do business with them."

"But...but the people of the Seven Killing Pavilion never leave anyone alive. Young Master, that mermaid..."

"Let Yajun take care of the rest."

"Yes, yes. Then should we let the people who were sent to follow Sheng He come back?"

Jiang Xuanli sat at the table and took a sip of today's new tea. The faint aroma of blood instantly filled his mouth. He closed his eyes with satisfaction and said nonchalantly:

"The Jiang family doesn't keep useless people. Throw them to feed the wolves."

"Yes! Yes!"

Wang Tong kowtowed, and seeing that Jiang Xuanli had no other instructions, he quickly left the room.

He touched the blood on his forehead and patted his chest gently, his face full of relief for surviving the disaster.

Jiang Xuanli drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, licked the corner of his mouth, and said, "Today's tea is good."

A young girl immediately walked out from the corner of the room, raised her right wrist, and knelt devoutly at Jiang Xuanli's feet.

Jiang Xuanli curled his lips, slowly untied the bandage on the girl's wrist, then took out a dagger and cut another wound.

The blood flowed down the girl's wrist into the teacup. Jiang Xuanli looked at the bright red blood greedily, and the desire in his eyes could not be stopped.

......

"It's getting late. Let's rest in the city for a night and continue our journey tomorrow."

"good."

A Yuan's face was pale. Her health had deteriorated a lot after she turned into a human form. After flying on a sword for a whole day, she felt like her whole body was falling apart.

She helped Ling'er carefully get off the Aoshuang Sword, and followed Sheng He into an inn.

"Shopkeeper, one of the upper rooms."

"Okay, sir, please follow me!"

The shopkeeper enthusiastically took Sheng He upstairs. Sheng He's gaze stayed on a closed door for a moment, then he followed A Yuan into the room.

Ling'er has turned into a human form. Sheng He covered her eye-catching face. As soon as they entered the room, the two sisters hugged each other and cried bitterly. Ling'er looked at A Yuan's legs sadly and applied medicine for her carefully.

The two seemed to be saying something in the language of mermaids. Sheng He didn't understand and was too lazy to find out. He hugged Ao Shuang and leaned against the door with his eyes closed.

Escaping from Sheng'an City seemed to be too smooth. Everything that happened yesterday and today made her feel vaguely uneasy.

There is no movement from the Seven Killing Pavilion yet...

Sheng He was on edge the entire time, and she didn't dare to relax for a moment before sending A Yuan and Ling Er back to the Eastern Waters.

Late at night, everything is quiet.

A Yuan and Ling'er had fallen asleep, and Sheng He was also taking a nap with his eyes closed.

There was a slight sound outside the door, and Sheng He opened his eyes suddenly. The next moment, there was a huge crash, and the wooden door of the room was instantly smashed to pieces.

The inn was completely quiet; even A Yuan and Ling Er were still asleep.

The moonlight shone in from the window, casting a pale color.

Sheng He stood at the head of the bed holding a sword in one hand, looking at the person coming vigilantly.

The other party had actually set up a barrier in the room without her noticing, and his cultivation was definitely higher than hers.

I just don’t know if this person was sent by the Jiang family or from the Seven Killing Pavilion.

A slim figure slowly walked in from outside the door. The woman was dressed in black and held a short blade in each hand. In the moonlight, the crow mark on her neck was faintly visible.

He is from the Seven Killings Pavilion.

A huge murderous intent enveloped Sheng He, and Sheng He's breathing became heavier. The woman was clearly in front of her, but she could not feel any breath of the woman.

The Seven Killing Pavilion has always been fighting to the death. The last time they sent several Jindan and Jiji masters, but the mission failed. The next killer they send will be at least Yuanying master.

Sheng He gripped the sword tightly, constantly thinking of countermeasures in his mind.

The room here is too small. If I try to use the skills to improve my cultivation by force, I might accidentally hurt A Yuan Ling'er and other people in the inn.

She did have a 10,000-mile teleportation talisman in her storage ring, but the talisman could only teleport one person at a time, and to an uncertain location. She couldn't leave A Yuan and Ling'er here.

Use the thunder talisman?

No, that doesn't work either.

"You're still thinking about other things when you're fighting me?"

The woman chuckled, stepped forward, and stabbed Sheng He in the face with the short blade in her right hand. Sheng He hurriedly used his sword to block it.

With a "ding" sound, Sheng He was knocked back several steps by the huge force. She finally managed to stabilize her body, but the short blade stabbed towards her chest again.

Sheng He glanced at the sleeping A Yuan and Ling'er, and seeing that the woman was only coming for him, he chose to jump out of the window and escape without hesitation.

The woman really chose to follow Sheng He.

As soon as she landed, the ground beneath her feet began to sink continuously, and countless vines emerged from the ground and tightly wrapped around her waist.

Sheng He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and while the woman was unable to move, he immediately used his spiritual power to activate Ao Shuang. Ao Shuang kept flying in the air, but in a blink of an eye, countless identical long swords appeared in the air.

These long swords surrounded the woman. Sheng He circulated his spiritual power and shouted loudly, and all the long swords stabbed at the woman at the same time.

At this moment, the two short blades in the woman's hands suddenly flew out of her hands. The short blades kept spinning in the air, and the handles suddenly merged into one, becoming a double-headed gun.

The sharp tip of the double-headed gun flashed coldly in the moonlight, and it rushed towards one of the swords like a hot knife through butter.

"bite!"

The sword body collided with the gun tip, and the gun tip kept rotating on Ao Shuang's sword body. After a moment, several cracks began to appear on Ao Shuang's sword body.