Beads of blood were dripping.
The clear and cold moonlight that stread in through the window lattices illuminated the slender and tall figure of the woman, coupled with the long sword dripping blood, she seed like a charming and enchanting demoness stepping out of the darkness.
The woman stared intently at the man sitting in the chair, her eyes filled with shock and uncertainty.
A master?
Even though she was seriously wounded, she had learned the Kongtong Sect’s secret technique "Reverting to Innate Breathing Skill" since childhood, and combined with her unusual ridians and energy points, let alone a Great Profound Sect Master, even top experts of Heaven Desolation Boundary would have difficulty detecting her presence.
Yet the fellow in front of her, who clearly did not seem like a martial artist, had easily sensed her.
Jiang Shouzhong, however, was utterly astounded.
If not for the bloody sll that filled the air with the woman’s appearance, he would have thought he was indeed dreaming.
Who the hell is this woman?
Jiang Shouzhong even felt like cursing.
Why did it feel like people everywhere wanted him dead?
The astonishnt of both parties was but a mont, and then, before Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes, an overpowering scent of blood assailed his senses.
The blade, without the slightest hesitation, sliced toward the man’s neck.
The woman’s eyes were cold.
A head should have dropped, but the knife only penetrated slightly into Jiang Shouzhong’s neck skin and then stopped abruptly, oozing out only a faint thread of blood.
In the darkness, the two seed to freeze into a silhouetted pause.
Jiang Shouzhong didn’t dare move.
Because there was a sharp knife across his neck.
The woman also didn’t move.
Because her abdon was pressed against a delicately crafted pistol.
Of course, this pistol wasn’t pulled out from under Jiang Shouzhong’s crotch, it was always carried at his waist.
As a lowly agent of the Liushan Division, he did not possess the imposing axe technique of Zhang Yunwu, nor the escape skills of Lu Renjia. His only ans of self-defense was this pistol, modified by the Divine chanism Pavilion.
It was a joining gift from Li Nanshuang.
The woman was slightly surprised that her opponent could create a glimr of life for himself in the blink of an eye, yet her tone was mocking, "With that thing, you think you can kill ?"
In the close distance, with the help of moonlight, the woman’s features were vaguely visible.
A sharp chin, lon-seed face, willow brows, and apricot eyes...
The exposed segnt of her fair and delicate swan-like neck shimred with radiance in the dark and cold moonlight.
A standard beauty.
An impressively cold beauty.
Seeing the woman’s face clearly, Jiang Shouzhong was montarily stunned, yet the corners of his lips curved into a smile, "Of course I can’t kill you, nor may I wound you, but this thing makes a loud noise, and I believe the people chasing you outside aren’t deaf."
The bloodstains seeping through the woman’s chest were striking.
It was clear she was being pursued.
She had inadvertently hidden in this house, and just as inadvertently had been bluffed out by the man.
Jiang Shouzhong rembered Feng Yichen’s earlier words.
At that ti, the guy had sensed an unfamiliar breath and followed it to find soone was being chased.
Could it be this woman?
Seeing the woman remaining silent, Jiang Shouzhong’s lifted heart finally lowered halfway, as he softly asked, "Shall I call you Xia He, or Dong Xue? Or sothing to do with autumn or spring?"
In He Daya’s courtyard that day, he had been deeply impressed by the quadruplet female guards beside the lady of Silver Moon Tower.
And this female guard before him was one of them.
That day, the gracefully cold lady had only called out two nas, one was "Dong Xue" and the other was "Xia He". Without guessing, it was clear the remaining two would contain the words "spring" and "autumn".
Obviously, the knife-wielding woman also recognized that the man before her was the Liushan Division agent who had gone to investigate at He Daya’s house that day, seemingly nad Jiang Mo?
The woman furrowed her brows, not answering the man’s question, and turned her head toward the door.
It was as if she could see through the door, surveying the outside.
In the absolute silence, the breaths of the two were almost imperceptible, yet Jiang Shouzhong could faintly hear the slight rushing wind outside, like a kite passing by.
Having seen high-level experts before, Jiang Shouzhong understood, it was qinggong, it was an expert.
The knife in the woman’s hand pressed closer.
The atmosphere in the room congealed.
A bead of blood flowed out from the wound on Jiang Shouzhong’s neck, slowly sliding down the chill blade to the tip, lingering on the brink of falling.
Jiang Shouzhong’s finger resting on the trigger applied a little more force.
Both of them were like taut strings.
After a long while, the frozen atmosphere relaxed slightly, as the breaths of the woman beca noticeably smoother and the knife at the man’s neck lost so of its killing intent.
"They’ve left."
The woman had a sneer on her face.
She was saying that the pursuers had now turned away, and at this mont, Jiang Shouzhong no longer posed a threat to her.
Expressionless, Jiang Shouzhong responded, "They might not have gone far. How about we bet? Let’s guess if the noise this makes could ’invite’ back those chasing you?"
Without waiting for the woman to respond, Jiang Shouzhong continued:
"Your arm seems to be trembling. Are you so heavily injured that you can’t hold on much longer, and going to pass out soon? It seems that I might have the upper hand after all, unless you want to exchange your life for mine."
"Aren’t you afraid of death?"
"Afraid, but you’re more afraid than I am."
The woman narrowed her phoenix eyes and scoffed, "You’re smart, but unfortunately, smart people die fast."
Jiang Shouzhong countered, "Fools die faster."
The woman fell silent.
An internal struggle raged within her.
This woman, who was decisive in killing and responding forcefully to any enemy on normal days, now felt an inexplicable frustration facing a common man without any martial arts.
Suddenly, her body swayed slightly.
The already pale woman’s cheeks beca even whiter, her delicate body like a small sapling on the verge of being toppled, struggling to stay standing with the last bit of her strength.
Jiang Shouzhong opened his mouth.
The woman frowned, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Shouzhong spoke earnestly, "Feeding poison, so at the very least if you pass out, I wouldn’t dare to do anything to you."
The woman looked puzzled, "Aren’t you afraid you’ll die from the poison on the spot?"
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