The grass suddenly became quiet and the surroundings were silent.
Xiao Lingyue held Han Han in one hand and held a sword in the other, slowly approaching the grass, and said coldly: "If you don't come out again, don't blame me for being rude!"
The grass is lush and dense, half a person tall.
It's late at night again, and the forest is dark, with only the moonlight passing through the branches and leaves, scattering brokenly.
After a moment, a black shadow slowly stood up from the grass.
The cloaked man was in a mess, with a lot of blood on his clothes, but his hood was still firmly worn on his head and his face was hard to see.
Xiao Lingyue raised his sword and pointed it at him, and did not approach him rashly: "Take off the hat!"
The cape man spoke hoarsely: "Who are you?"
"I should ask you this?" Xiao Lingyue said coldly, "Are you from Northern Qin? Or from Southern Yan?"
The cape man remained silent.
He stood in the grass, wearing a cloak, and his figure seemed to be integrated with the darkness, exuding a strong and gloomy aura.
Xiao Lingyue held the child and it was not convenient to do it.
But after what happened just now, she keenly realized that the cloaked man seemed to have poor martial arts skills, at least not as good as the elite and cruel assassins under his command, otherwise he would not have been thrown out by the horse in a mess.
No wonder he didn't dare to face Zhan Beihan, and he only dared to hide behind the scenes to show off his tricks. Seeing Zhan Beihan chasing him, he turned around and ran away without thinking.
Xiao Lingyue blocked the cloaked man to prevent him from running away. He glanced back from the corner of his eyes. Zhan Beihan's battle with the assassins was a fierce moment.
More than a dozen assassins had fallen, but half of them were still stubbornly pestering Zhan Beihan, and they were all fearless.
Delay as much time as possible.
Otherwise, if she wanted to protect Han Han, she might not be able to capture the cloaked man alive.
It would be bad if he ran away.
Xiao Lingyue thought to herself, but her face was not showing any expression, and said coldly: "Don't you dare to admit it? You Nanyan people like to hide your head and tail like this, as shameful as mice in the gutter?"
She was deliberately humiliating and trying to test the cloaked man's reaction.
I didn't expect it to be effective.
The cape man said gloomy and angrily: "That's not as good as you Northern Qin people. They are sinister and cruel, and they are like jackals!"
"Being treated by the enemy as jackals, tigers and leopards proves that we are powerful. Thank you for your praise." Xiao Lingyue raised his eyebrows and said, "So, you are not from the Northern Qin people, but from the Nanyan army, are you?"
The cape man sneered, neither admitting nor refuting.
It has a meaning that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.
"Who sent you here?"
Xiao Lingyue asked coldly: "How long have you been dormant in Bei Qin? How many people are there in total? Who formulated the plan for the assassination tonight? Also, what do you want to use him to capture Prince Yi alive?"
Han Han held her neck with his little hands, turned his head curiously, and stared at the cloaked man with big black eyes.
But no matter how Xiao Lingyue asked, the cloaked man just sneered and didn't answer at all.
He slowly retreated, with a pair of cruel eyes exposed under the dark cloak, staring at her straight: "If Zhan Beihan came to ask in person, I wouldn't mind saying a few more words to him, at least he was old
A familiar, but you..."
He sneered contemptuously: "A mere lackey, I am not qualified to talk to me!"
Xiao Lingyue narrowed her eyes and immediately grabbed the point: "Do you know Zhan Beihan? Are you an acquaintance?"
The cape man immediately shut up and retreated quietly. Popular『』 This chapter has been completed!