Wang Gensheng stepped back several meters and glanced at the woman in white.
I have to admit that this woman has an extremely graceful figure.
Although it was the cold winter, she was actually dressed in silk, which fully demonstrated her perfect figure without hiding anything.
"You are really strange. Are you allowed to ask and not me?" Wang Gensheng asked playfully, cleverly avoiding the woman's palm.
The woman's face is wrapped with a white gauze scarf, and she wears a large-brimmed gauze scarf hat on her head. The gauze scarf hangs down, and she is still shadowy.
This way, the woman's identity seems more mysterious, as if she is not a killer, but more like a chic and elegant female knight-errant who robbed the rich and gave to the poor in ancient times.
The woman's eyes are very beautiful, with a hint of seductive charm.
However, this charm is not entirely used to seduce souls, it seems to be used to kill people.
There was a strong murderous look in the woman's eyes, like two cold rays of light piercing Wang Gensheng's heart.
"Wang Gensheng, are you scared? Are Liu Yefei and Filia Chen okay now?" the woman asked, her voice gentle, her eyes still charming.
Wang Gensheng's heart trembled again, of course not because of the woman's eyes, but because of the woman's mysterious identity.
A woman's kung fu is unpredictable. Liu Yefei and Filia Chen are definitely no match for her. Even Wang Gensheng feels that he is not sure of victory.
In addition, the woman also knew the name of the fairy sister, and Wang Gensheng became even more interested in the woman's identity. It was difficult to tell whether she was a friend or an enemy.
"Why should I be afraid? Do you know how to write the word "fear"?" Wang Gensheng asked ghostly.
"A heart, next to it is a white word." The woman said seriously.
"This is incredible. Only people with pale hearts can be afraid. My heart is hot and red, how can I be afraid?" Wang Gensheng replied matter-of-factly.
"Wang Gensheng, I won't talk nonsense to you. What is your relationship with Ling Feng'er?" The woman was a little impatient, and her eyes could kill again.
"Why are you so annoying? Are you free to call me Fairy Sister?" Wang Gensheng replied, looking at the woman with suspicion.
"Haha, fairy sister, Wang Gensheng, I know your origin. You are from the Nirvana Sect." The woman said coldly.
"Is there anything wrong?" Wang Gensheng asked.
"Haha, if you were not from the Nirvana Sect, I would have let you live for a few more hours, but it seems unnecessary now." The woman replied lightly.
"Oh my god, I'm so scared!" Wang Gensheng replied pretending to be scared.
"Who is your mother, Wang Gensheng? You should die!" the woman said and waved her hands again.
Wang Gensheng knew that the man's palm skills were strange, and he had already thought of a way to deal with it.
Unfortunately, the woman only made a feint.
She struck out with her extremely cold palms, but what came out were hundreds of white threads.
Wang Gensheng retreated quickly, but those threads were like air, able to penetrate everywhere, turn at will, and freely exert their power in the infinite space.
Wang Gensheng felt that he was flying, not because of his Qinggong, but because he was entangled in those silk threads, like spring silkworms spinning silk, completely trapping him.
Wang Gensheng stretched out his arms, intending to push away these annoying threads.
But I didn't expect that the silk thread was like the tentacles of a melon vine struggling to climb, entangling whatever it saw without any sign of retreating.
Finally, Wang Gensheng was tied up with silk thread.
It's okay if it doesn't move, but the more you move, the tighter the silk thread will be tied, and it will sink into the flesh, causing waves of bone-piercing pain.
Wang Gensheng didn't move. He didn't want to bother to find a way to escape before he figured out the woman's identity. Furthermore, he was still full of confidence.
If he wants to get rid of the shackles of silk threads, Wang Gensheng has at least a hundred ways.
The reason for this is to match the woman's overwhelming vanity and make her feel complacent for a while.
Wang Gensheng seemed to be led to a separate room.
It looks like a bedroom, but it's bigger than a basketball court.
It's not a bedroom, but there is a bed inside, with quilts and pillows.
Wang Gensheng stood and the woman sat.
"Where are Wang Gensheng, Liu Yefei and Filia Chen now?" the woman asked, with a condescending attitude.
"Why are you asking them? I'm not familiar with them. I want to ask, how did you know the fairy sister? Do you want to hurt her?" Wang Gensheng changed the question.
"Wang Gensheng, please pay attention to your identity, I am interrogating you now." The woman said, her eyes became even colder.
"Hey, I didn't break the law, why should I be interrogated by you?" Wang Gensheng felt funny.
"You have disturbed the killing laws of the killer world and must be severely punished. Before you are executed, I just want to ask clearly what is the relationship between you and Ling Feng'er.
You call her fairy sister, could it be that she is really your sister?" the woman asked, also full of suspicion.
"What do you know, the fairy sister is my childhood sweetheart and will be my wife in the future." Wang Gensheng said seriously.
Wang Gensheng stayed on Nirvana Mountain for more than ten years, and he spent the longest time with his fairy sister.
Their relationship is pure and they have never done anything inappropriate. In Wang Gensheng's mind, the fairy sister is the most beautiful and pure woman.
"Wang Gensheng, if what you said is true, I can reduce your punishment to the minimum, or even prevent you from dying." The woman shouted without any doubt.
"If you say you won't let me die, I won't die. Who are you?" Wang Gensheng sneered, but his expression remained unchanged.
The back of the woman's hand suddenly trembled a few times, and the silk threads binding Wang Gensheng's body seemed to be suddenly reduced.
But in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen silk threads flew up and wrapped around Wang Gensheng's neck at the same time.
"You, what on earth do you want to do, do you want to strangle me?" Wang Gensheng felt that his throat was tightly wrapped with silk threads, and it was very difficult to even breathe.
"Wang Gensheng, who are you, Ling Feng'er?" the woman asked, her hands trembling slightly and her voice trembling as well.
"You are either a pervert or sick. Didn't I tell you that the fairy sister is my future wife? I think you are really very sick."
Although Wang Gensheng was controlled by the thread, his face remained calm without any fear.
The woman was obviously irritated by Wang Gensheng. She stretched out her jade-onion-like arms and grabbed Wang Gensheng's shoulders: "Wang Gensheng, you are too narcissistic.
Ling Feng'er is such a charming and clever person, how could he like you? You are talking nonsense, I will slap you to death."
"Hahaha, I finally understand." Wang Gensheng actually laughed, in an extremely dangerous situation.
"What do you understand?" the woman asked, but she looked suspicious.