The woman in black's voice was delicate and gentle, obviously it was a special tenderness, and she couldn't hear the original taste. However, how could a man who was so drunk and happy about Shu care?

At this moment, I just wished that her little hand would continue to go down to see his "awesomeness".

"This young master's reputation is well-known throughout the imperial city. If you don't believe it, girls can try it." After Feng Minghua said that, he couldn't help but straighten his back.

Huh... the injury on the buttocks is really painful!

"Ha..." The woman smiled again, and her little hand actually moved down her head. There were a few bright silver needles between her fingers.

Just as Feng Minghua's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he was eager to pull the black veil on her face, preparing to see her face, a heart-wrenching pain suddenly came from beneath her.

"ah……"

In the quiet midnight, a shrill wail sounded, shaking the entire night sky.

Feng Minghua fell to the ground, covering the injured place with both hands, and could not say anything except wailing.

The scarlet blood kept spilling out, and he couldn't cover it no matter how hard he was.

When the officers and soldiers patrolling nearby arrived, others had fainted, but the blood in the crotch continued, without stopping for a moment.

"It's no help." After a soldier examined him, he immediately shook his head, and even his face changed: "You'll be so cruel to start, you'll be finished in this life."

"It seems to be the young master of the Feng family." The other man also squatted down and looked at it for a moment before saying, "Is it really the young master of the Feng family? Should I report to the official or send it back?"

The two discussed for a while, but finally decided to send it back first. As for those who reported to the official and not the official, it would be better for the members of their Feng family to decide on their own. They were just passing by and the matter had nothing to do with them.

If you get hurt like this, you will be really ruined in this life. This kind of thing is related to reputation. The Feng family is also a relative of Concubine Yi's family. It will never be wrong to hand over the matter back to them to deal with it yourself.

In this way, Feng Minghua, who was completely inhumane from then on, was sent back to Feng Mansion by the two.

As for the woman in black who had been sitting on her head, she watched the person walk away and then jumped down from the trunk. Her thin lips curled up and under the moonlight, a pair of eyes that looked like water and clouds flashed with indifferent light.

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly frowned and turned around and looked at the quiet night sky: "Come out."

It was clear that the quiet night was still there, and a slight sound of air flow suddenly surged, and the dull and hoarse voice was like coming from hell, evil and cold: "I have a good alertness, and I can actually sense my existence."

A tall man in black flickered, wearing black frocked, with a silver ghost face on his face appeared in front of her in a blink of an eye.

Her senses were all based on her intuition after years of training, but she didn't know which direction he was hiding in just now, but the arrival of this man was completely beyond her expectations.

His body was too fast, as if it was silent, and as if it was breathing like a vast sea. For a moment, she could not tell which kind of his aura belonged to.

But no matter which one it is, one thing is certain, that one hundred of them are not his opponents.

The man with ghost face moved closer, and the faint smell of sandalwood came, which was not strong and did not make people feel disgusted. But the existence of him was so disgusted that she hated the feeling of being peeped out.

The man must have looked at everything she did just now.

"Calm and wise, unsuspecting when changing. Although the palms were covered with cold sweat, the face was still calm." The man with ghost face stopped ten steps away from her. After the mask, the beautiful starry eyes stared at her for a moment, and a playful smile appeared in his eyes: "Are you still the Murong Qiqi?"

Qiqi didn't speak, and casually held the silk handkerchief that he had just used to wipe the blood, and wiped away the cold sweat from his palm.

The other party saw through his nervousness and became calm.

It’s not that there have been people who want to kill her, but she doesn’t know that the man in front of her is weird and evil, but he has no intention of killing her. He is not the one who pushed him off the cliff that day, and he has no intention of killing her, so he feels at ease.

"It's late at night." She suddenly said, looking up at the sky, "Your purpose is not as good as explaining it earlier. Even if you are a night owl and are used to not sleeping at night to do things that steal, should you consider that I am a good woman and not used to sleeping late?"

"Ha..." He smiled hoarsely, his eyes unconsciously falling on her little hand.

Just now, it was this little hand that ruined Feng Minghua's life. When he took the needle, every needle hit the key point. It was not a knife, but it was more terrifying than a knife. After one slap, blood suddenly surged...

When I think of what I saw just now, it really hurts a little...

In the blink of an eye, a man was ruined, and the whole process didn't even blink. Can this woman still be called a good woman? She belittled herself too much.

"Do you want to know what happened that night?" He tried to get rid of the uncomfortable scenes, but he still smiled with a beautiful eyes and turned to the other side of the road: "If you want to know, come with me."

With steady steps and evil figures, Lang Lang's breeze blows by, and after brushing off a few strands of black hair, although he can't see a face clearly, he is still handsome and charming.

The woman behind him did not follow, and he raised his thin lips and ignored him.

Give her enough time to think about it, it is related to her reputation, and it is impossible for her not to keep up.

So he continued to take steps, but his pace was getting slower and slower, which could almost be said to be a little hesitant.

It’s half a stick of incense, that woman! Still didn’t come with her!

Did he overestimate her and walk too fast, and that stupid woman couldn't keep up?

Inadvertently, my steps slowed down a little, but after half of the incense stick, there was still no movement behind me.

He raised his eyebrows coldly and turned around suddenly. Where was Murong Qiqi's figure on the empty avenue?

A face that has not changed for thousands of years finally has a unique crack in the past few years.

That damn woman, she was not interested in his words at all, and left herself! And he, like a fool, waited in front of him for so long!

It was obviously not that I was fooled, after all, I just ignored him, but I clearly felt that I was fooled. This feeling was even more uncomfortable than eating a fly...

However, this woman...

The starry eyes dyed with anger gradually returned to peace, and even showed a hint of pleasure.

Murong Qiqi, haha... it is getting more and more interesting.

Tonight, let you, a good woman, go back and have a good sleep. We will meet again soon...

He picked up his steps and took two steps and suddenly stopped. He fell lightly on the treetops without any sound.

On the roof ahead, a pair of black clothes swayed in the wind, and under the cold silver mask, a pair of eagle eyes were staring at him.

Tonight, it seems to be very peaceful...

"It seems that the Seventh Princess is very charming, and Shura is also trying to make her decision overnight." The voice waited for the mellow internal force, combined with the breeze, which seemed gentle, but in an instant, like a sharp blade attacking the other side.

The silver-faced man Ye Shu had not moved his silk, and the evening breeze that looked like a blade passed by silently, like a stone thrown into the sea, unable to stir up any ripples.

The ghost-faced man's pupil suddenly jumped up without any change, and the most ordinary move attacked the other party.

"Ye Shura has been rampant in Zichuan Continent for so many years, and no one has ever seen your true face. Tonight, let me take off your mask and see who Ye Shura is."

The sound came to the person, and the gentle five fingers had arrived in front of Ye Shura.

Ye Shura made a mistake in his steps, and his figure was like a ghost, retreating out of thin air: "Since the third prince has come to Chu State, why has he not shown his true face? Is he planning some conspiracy?"

"If you have the ability, you can find it out yourself."

With a raised hand, the wind whistled in his palm, and attacked Ye Shura head-on.

Although Ye Shura's face was calm, he was not careless. He just gave in and defended but did not attack, and seemed to have no intention of fighting.

A gust of breeze hit the ground, and Ye Shura's slender figure jumped up and waved his big palm, this time he faced his palm wind.

But the man with ghost face knew that his palm was not intended to fight against him.

Sure enough, when the two palm winds collided, Ye Shura's figure quickly retreated with the relaxation of the other's palm wind, and in a blink of an eye, it disappeared under the night sky.

The ghost-faced man, known as the "third prince", fell on the toes of the branches. Looking at the night sky that quickly returned to tranquility, his eyes that were as bright as a wolf under the night sky were shining with a bit of sharpness.

Ye Shura came here tonight, not for him. So, why is he for? Could it be... for Murong Qiqi?

But how could a mere Murong Qiqi have something to do with a person like Ye Shura?

Or is it that Ye Shura knows Murong Qiqi under another identity and has a close relationship?

Over the years, everyone has been investigating Ye Shura's identity, but none of them have succeeded. Will Murong Qiqi be the key this time?

The long phoenix eyes were slightly bent, and the corners of his lips were filled with a playful breath.

Things seem to be getting more and more fun.

After Qiqi returned to Wuchen Pavilion, he quickly slipped into the bedroom through the window.

She changed into a night-dressing dress and stuffed it into the dark pavilion at the bottom of the closet. She returned to the screen and washed her hands in the cold bath soup, as well as a face covered with dust while walking outside.

She had a habit of not liking the room too much after taking a shower, so Cui'er cleaned up the bath soup the next morning.

When she returned to the room, she lay down on the bed without lighting any candles.

There are so many things happening tonight, not that I can’t accept them, but that I’m really tired.

As for the man with ghost face, she was not interested, nor did she really want to know what happened that night, but the feeling of being manipulated was really bad.

She is not his opponent, and if she follows him, her only fate will be to be manipulated by him.

She is not that stupid. Instead of doing such dangerous and unpleasant things, she might as well go back to Wuchen Pavilion to sleep.

Anyway, the man is so good at martial arts, and if he wants to find her, he can come to her at any time. She really can't grasp the future. Since that's the case, it's better to live every day of her own first.

She still has a lot to do, and she doesn't know when this life will fall into the hands of others, but before she dies, she will live her own every day.

With this mentality in mind, she lie down not long after she fell asleep due to fatigue. (To be continued)
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