Qiao Zhiyuan looked at Nangong Meiwu's moves and thought thoughtfully: Strange? How come Meiwu doesn't use Yu Linglong's 'Phantom Sword'? Her moves are also very strange, why have I never seen them before?
It is soft yet strong, yet hard yet soft, like a sword but not a sword, like a white silk silk but not a white silk silk. Charmingly waving the silk silk silk is like a fairy descending to earth. Sometimes it looks beautiful and enchanting, sometimes it is elegant and refined.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Nangong Meiwu eliminated one of the men in black, and now there was only one left. She held the white silk in her hand and pointed at the man in black.
"Now I don't want to kill you, but I don't want to let you go either. I'll give you two ways to go. One is to kill yourself, and the other is to confess who sent you here. I will let you go."
I haven't offended anyone recently. Who sent them? If they hadn't come to help me today, I would have died today, right?
The man in black looked at Nangong Meiwu. He began to be a little scared and trembling. Who is not afraid of death? "Humph! Are you really so kind to let me go?"
Should I believe her? But if I reveal the mastermind, wouldn't it be a dead end if I go back? As a killer who is greedy for life and afraid of death, won't he become the laughing stock of everyone?
"Do you think there is a third way you can take now?" Nangong Meiwu asked without answering. Now it is enough for her to know who the mastermind is.
The man in black slowly retreated, looking for a chance to escape, but Qiao Zhiyuan and Yin Yi also surrounded him from the other two sides. He was nowhere to be found, so he had no choice but to confess.
"The person who sent us here is... uh." Before the man in black could finish speaking, an arrow flew over and pierced his throat, causing him to fall to the ground dead.
Nangong Meiwu hurriedly stepped forward to check his breath, but there was no breath left. She stamped her feet angrily: "Really, I should have paid attention just now."
Qiao Zhiyuan looked at Nangong Meiwu, who was dressed in men's clothing, and her actions just now, and thought it was funny and cute: "Why is Meiwu dressed up like this today?"
"Is he so handsome?" Nangong Meiwu said mischievously: "But... why did you come suddenly?"
"Haha, we happened to come out of the teahouse and just passed by here." Qiao Zhiyuan said, laughing and pretending to be dumbfounded.
Nangong Meiwu walked around him: "Oh, so that's it. Then the teahouse you went to is really good."
"Okay, okay, of course. You see, we've all been drinking until now, and the tea there is so fragrant." Qiao Zhiyuan stuttered.
"Well, of course it smells good. With so many beauties accompanying me, it's hard not to think it smells good." Nangong Meiwu said angrily.
Is she jealous? If so, I swear I will never go to Jinfeng Pavilion again in my life.
"Are Mei Wu angry? Or jealous?" Qiao Zhiyuan stepped forward and held her hand, asking slightly excitedly.
Jealous? Are you kidding me? I just feel angry that he didn't take me with him when he went to play.
"Did you misunderstand something? I just felt a little angry that you didn't bring me with you when you went to play." Nangong Meiwu asked cautiously.
"Really? Then I'll ask you to come with me when I go play." Qiao Zhiyuan forced a smile and said disappointedly.
"Of course you have to call me, otherwise we won't even be friends." Nangong Meiwu said happily.
Then next time I go to Jinfeng Pavilion, I will have company... Nangong Meiwu thought excitedly.