What's Queen070 like?
"Which one of you is Shui Jing Yu?" Apparently, the other party didn't want to waste time and directly mentioned the target person from the start.
Is it overconfidence or are they just afraid of being found out?
"I remember Flying Shadow Pavilion being a righteous sect, how did it end up doing things for those petty people?" Qi Yanhui's tone wasn't very good, looking at the annoying people in front of her, and the events from earlier still lingering in her mind, making her mood even more irritable.
The people opposite Fei Ying Ge exchanged a glance, and they saw surprise in each other's eyes. This person seemed to be unafraid of Fei Ying Ge, and even knew the mastermind behind them.
Water droplets glistened in the depths of his eyes, radiating a cold glow. His gaze seemed careless and fleeting, yet it sent shivers down the other person's spine, as if they were surrounded by icy air on a snowy day.
Why does this young girl's gaze seem so icy cold, as if it could freeze the soul deep within one's heart, sending shivers down one's spine?
"Bang!" Before he could recover from the mesmerizing gaze of Water Pouring, he swiftly pulled out a dagger hidden in his sleeve and blocked the fleeting silver light in front of him.
The dagger in his hand was shaking, and his wrist felt numb. He involuntarily took two steps back, his eyes fixed on Qiyan Hui, filled with incredulity.
What kind of person is the target identity background for this task? A young girl with a small age flew out of her dagger power yet so strong.
Deep down, he had a bad premonition that this time he took the initiative and seemed to have gotten himself into a huge trouble.
But at this point, it's no longer possible to care about that much. This time the mission is a matter of life and death. Once embarked upon, there will be no turning back. There are only two outcomes: complete the mission or fail and be killed.
No matter what, he must exert his utmost effort to complete this task, even if it means dying a glorious death.
He lifted his head again, and the bottom of his eyes had already cleared up. His right hand tightly grasped the dagger, and the tiger's mouth was already split open. Fresh blood flowed down, but he still didn't seem to notice, his gaze and attention all focused on Shui Qingyu's body.
Looking at the black-clad man in front of him, a thread of admiration fell in Shui Jingyu's eyes. This was what an assassin should be like - even when facing a stronger enemy, he wouldn't show fear, but instead would bravely strive to gain the upper hand.
Blinking, the black figure vanished on the spot. A silver light flashed before Qiyan's eyes, only a few centimeters away from her throat. The next second would be a bloodbath.
However, Qiyan Hui still stood in place, with a faintly sarcastic smile hanging from the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his hand, and a silver light flashed again, blocking the dagger and neck, just within reach, without harming himself.
The accuracy stunned the man in black, and in that instant, Qi Yan's figure moved from under the man's arm, stretched out his hand to fold the arm holding the dagger behind him, and knocked the dagger out of the man's hand.
The man in black rushed to a place that didn't feel right, and his brothers didn't make any noise at all. He held back the urge to turn around and take a look, but found that his brothers who followed him were standing still on the spot, not moving at all.
"They're just the assassins of Fei Ying Pavilion, not that great...". Pouting her mouth, with a look like a neighbor's little girl, as if the wind-like speed from earlier was just a dream.
The black-clothed man was stimulated by the sarcasm in Qiyan Hui's words and began to struggle, but found that he couldn't exert any strength, and was shocked, looking at Qiyan Hui.
"How's that? Isn't my specially made medicine great?" The black-clothed man couldn't help but want to smile at the proud and self-satisfied smile of Qiyan, who looked like a child seeking praise.
