Mo Ying looked at Ning Si speechlessly and spoke slowly.

"Feng Yaer, the person you are talking about is me..."

"You are actually the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

"Um……"

Ning Si pinched Mo Ying hard.

"You are the leader of the martial arts alliance. Why don't you send a signal and ask your men to come and help..."

Mo Ying pointed at the tip of Leng Wushuang's nose.

"After I grabbed my seat, I left. He is the current leader of the martial arts alliance."

Looking at Leng Wushuang on the side, his face was flushed.

"When my eldest brother got angry, he would run to the ring and stab everyone he saw. Step by step on the bodies of countless people, he would ascend to the main ring of the martial arts leader. Leng Yue Sword became famous. Later, eldest brother was afraid of trouble, so he asked me to clean up the mess...

…”

After Leng Wushuang finished speaking, he pretended to wipe his eyes, wanting to rub his nose against Mo Ying's body.

"You got an advantage and acted like a good boy. The position of the leader of the martial arts alliance is a position that many people dream of, but you are still wiping away your tears in grievance. You are really..."

Mo Ying glared in disgust.

"Actually, it's very hard for the leader of the martial arts world. I can't laugh, jump, roll, or scream every day. I'm so fed up. This time, besides asking you to go home, I'm just going to give you this bad hat. I must have a good rest...

…”

"It turns out that the famous life-killing god is actually you, a fake. Fortunately, you have a good face, otherwise you would really be unable to live up to this title..."

Being despised by Ning Si for her strength made Leng Wushuang very unhappy.

"Feng Ya'er, actually my martial arts is pretty good..."

"Um……"

"Why do you keep looking at my face?"

"Because I haven't seen you for nearly three years..."

"Well, I haven't known for a long time that your famous martial arts leader is interested in an inconspicuous little girl like me... or a woman who has been divorced..."

"It's not that I'm interested in you..."

"what is that?"

"You were the first to be interested in me..."

"Huh? Both of you brothers were seduced by me?"

"..."

"..."

"Why do I leave the flowers around me instead of picking them, and insist on teasing the willow tree? It seems that my eyesight is no longer good..."

"Which remnant willow tree is so annoying..."

"That grandson is too dark..."

Mo Ying rolled her eyes at Leng Wushuang, you are here, why don't you do your homework well? You don't even know what Feng Ya'er said about the broken willow, but you still have the nerve to stand.

"The third prince of the ancient country..."

"Oh, it's him. He made a lot of money for the Black Panther this year..."

"Black Panther?"

"I am the leader of an assassination organization under my command, but the actual person in charge is my elder brother..."

"Do many people want to buy his head?"

"Well, maybe he is too murderous. Every now and then, someone will offer us ten thousand taels of silver to buy us to assassinate him, not to kill him, but just to shock him."

"Hey, brother, do you mean what you said about the buyer? You treat Li Yan as a guinea pig. You like to see him jump around, but you don't like him to die. Seeing that this person has a deep grudge against him..."

Ning thought about it and found only one goal - Prince Li Sheng.

Li Yan's mother-in-law took away the favor he deserved from his mother-in-law, and Li Yan took away the father's love he deserved. The most important thing is that Li Yan's existence always threatened his position as prince.

"It's probably because the grandson's fate is bad..."

Ning Si suddenly remembered the first assassination...

"I was stabbed in the back by an assassin..."
Chapter completed!