Seeking an edge

Yan Lingji was very surprised. Although she had known Zi Nu for a short time, Yan Lingji could tell that she seemed to trust her very much.

Yan Lingji saw a kind of confidence in Zi Nu, as if everything was in her heart.

"What is the surprise that sister is talking about?"

Zi Nu walked up to Yan Lingji and said half-jokingly: "I'm telling you now, it won't be a surprise. Tell Tian Ze that he will like my gift very much."

"My sister's gift, the owner might...!"

Yan Lingji's words were silenced. The shadow left by Zi Nu on Tianze was too great.

Since returning from Leng Palace that day, Yan Lingji has never seen Tianze look so scared, which also made her interested in Zi Nu.

"Whether it's a surprise or a shock depends on whether Tianze has the courage to come. But I think he might regret it very much if he doesn't show up tonight."

At this point, Zi Nu changed the subject and asked: "You captured Princess Honglian, how is she doing?"

Yan Lingji was stunned and immediately asked tentatively: "Sister, do you know Princess Honglian? If so, I will beg for mercy from the master when I go back."

"You are not important. Life or death does not matter. But unfortunately you know too much."

The hilt is wrapped with gold wire, there is no scabbard, and the cold light of the sword makes people feel a kind of fear coming from the depths of the soul.

Raising her hand to take out the sword from the wooden box, and holding the sword behind her back, Zinu jumped up and headed towards the outside of Xinzheng City in the afterglow of the setting sun.

With a flick of his wrist, the man felt the fear of death appear in his heart, and when he lowered his head, he saw his own back.

The man in a blood-colored robe was playing with the wine bottle in his hand. What was in it was not wine, but a scarlet liquid. This man was the owner of this mansion, and neither was the most outstanding Marquis in Korea, the Bloody Hou Bai.

A sound broke through the air, and Wei Zhuang immediately turned around and saw Zi Nu arriving.

"Okay, sister, please don't worry. Princess Honglian is fine!"

In the small courtyard deep inside Zilanxuan, on the stone table in the middle of the courtyard, an exquisite long wooden box is quietly placed on it.

"Um!"

Raising his hand to stroke the man's hair, Bai Yifei's gaze seemed to be through the obstacles of the house, and his eyes seemed to have reflected the terrain of the valley.

It's a pity that things have changed and people have changed. She has become the purple girl she is today, and Qiu Feng has also stayed in that chaotic world.

"That's good, it's getting late. You go and inform Tianze!"

After trembling, the man said tremblingly: "I'm just sending a message. I also ask the Marquis to let me go."

At the edge of a cliff at the highest point of the valley, Wei Zhuang had been waiting for a long time.

The original blue tube top dress was now a lot dirty, but even so it could not hide her beauty.

"You mean that your master Tianze wants me to exchange the antidote for Lady Mingzhu?"

On the blade of the sword, the words "Qiu Feng" are engraved impartially.

The widened eyes were full of unwilling resentment, and the fallen body kept hesitating, as if complaining about the unwillingness of fate.

But considering that Han Fei and he were still friends, he thought for a while and said, "This matter has nothing to do with me, but Honglian is Han Fei's sister. You can arrest her but nothing will happen to her, otherwise I will take action."

Zi Nu understood that the sword in front of her would not become her own sword, just because it was too ordinary. It was just a sword, an extremely ordinary long sword.

He nodded slightly and saw Zi Nu leaving the room directly, and Yan Lingji no longer lingered.

When he first arrived here, Wei Zhuang immediately had an extremely subtle feeling, as if the valley in front of him was like a giant beast that preyed on people and would devour any human who entered it.

Zi Nu looked at the sunset slowly setting in the distance, and felt that the sword intent she had dispersed dissipated, and an expectant smile slowly formed on the corner of her mouth.

He raised his hand to caress the wooden box and gently opened it. Inside, an exquisite long sword lay quietly inside.

This is the sword that man once gave her, named Qiufeng.

The current Qiufeng is a replacement that Zinu used the steel she refined over the past six months and hired the best blacksmiths in Xinzheng to recreate the original Qiufeng.

In Xinzheng City, in a luxurious mansion, the lights were flickering, but they could not illuminate the dim room.

In the center of the valley, a high platform has been erected, with a stunningly beautiful woman tied to it.

What replaced it was a chilling and oppressive aura, as well as a chilling cold sword intent.

A biting and cold breath began to spread, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply. It was obviously not winter yet, but the man in the room could clearly see the mist he was exhaling.

There are countless pieces of wood piled under it, and a black and viscous liquid is poured on it. If anyone is here, they will definitely recognize it as the black gold kerosene emerging from the ground.

Zi Nu didn't believe Yan Lingji's words, but it was okay for a unruly and willful princess to suffer a little. The person who felt bad was Han Fei, not Zi Nu.

The words were cold and ruthless, as if there was no emotion at all, but the wine bottle in his hand had changed its shape, and the veins on his hand were popping up, showing how angry he was inside.

Zinu didn't dare to be interested in Princess Honglian's affairs, and rescuing Honglian should have been Han Fei and Wei Zhuang's business, so they ignored it as if it was none of their business.

There were dozens of people ambushing it, how could they escape the keen sense of the descendants of Guigu.

Then I slowly let go of my hand on the shark's teeth, and my eyes fell on Qiu Feng in Zi Nu's right hand.

Endless fear lingered in the man's heart. He looked up at the tall bloody figure and swallowed subconsciously.

As he spoke, he made a plop and knelt down.

But what puzzled Wei Zhuang was that when he arrived, dozens of people inside actually exited the valley in an orderly manner, leaving only the beauty who was tied to the high platform.

The Qiufeng of the past can no longer be maintained, and now it can only be replaced by it. In the future, Zi Nu believes that she will be able to forge a Qiufeng that is unique to her.

A man stood opposite the Xueyi Hou. His trembling legs and pale face showed the panic in the man's heart at this time.

As night falls, the valley in the darkness is like an abyss, waiting for the prey that is about to step into it.

The purple girl in front of him made Wei Zhuang feel strange. The sexy and charming figure disappeared, and the smile that usually hung on the corner of her mouth disappeared.

Bai Yifei looked at everything coldly, stood up and walked slowly towards the man. Every step was like the call of death, stepping on the man's heart.

"Is this your sword?"

The chain sword he once used was replaced by the iron sword Qiufeng, but the heavy and oppressive feeling became even more suffocating than before.

Perhaps the woman in front of her is the true appearance of Zi Nu.

Wei Zhuang, who was also a swordsman, felt eager to try.
Chapter completed!