The girl clad in red lightly placed her hands on her abdon, her features delicate and handso as she raised her head to gaze at the bright moon in the sky.
Behind her, within the Tan Residence, slaughter was silently underway.
A Martial Artist adorned with a red tassel held a sharp blade, slitting the throats of those who had yet to react, enveloping the already chilling and bleak Tan Residence with an even thicker aura of blood.
The young girl exhaled a breath of white air.
Previously, she had not known that the "Lord" was the young mistress.
But now she understood.
After throwing the white paper into the furnace, it was consud by the fierce flas, just like the identity of "Tan Yurou."
She could already foresee tomorrow’s scene; tonight’s massacre signified the end of the identity of Tan Yurou. After tomorrow’s sunrise, the young mistress of the Tan Residence would quietly die off, and the original figure behind the scenes, the "Lord," would step onto the stage of Jianghu in Xi Dingzhou.
Tonight, serving as bait to lure out those in the residence with double intentions and crushingly suppress them, she would completely seize control of the Tan Residence. At the sa ti, she would grasp the power over all forces in Jianghu within Xi Dingzhou. This would serve as the best closure and opening act.
The girl in red exhaled a breath of air.
A Martial Artist approached from behind, blade in hand, his body exuding an aura of stern slaughter, he bowed and said in a deep voice,
"Miss Yu’er, all traitors have been executed."
The girl nodded, her expression stern and cold.
Monts later, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound, a gigantic firework exploded over the Tan Residence, resembling a fierce tiger stepping across the sky, lingering for a long ti.
Zhao Residence.
Blood, flas, and the wailing sounds of weapons persisted.
As virtually all skilled fighters erged, the almost deserted Zhao Residence, faced with a sudden attack, could not hold out for long, regardless of how many sches Zhao Zhengyong harbored. Outwardly indifferent to power, the powerful Zhao Residence still could not compete with the force of the Tan Residence.
Amidst the crashing noises,
Below Xi Dingzhou, the signboard of the unbeatable "Divine Fist" had already fallen to the ground and was subsequently stepped on forcefully, breaking in half from the middle.
The leading elder reversed his blade and plugged it into the ground, pulling out a small device from his bosom. With a fierce pull, the flas lit up.
Imdiately, a fierce tiger pressed down a paw, moving across the sky.
............
The sound of gasping was extrely rapid.
Yu Jiu, holding Yan’er, flipped into a hidden manor and leaned against the frosty blue wall, which slightly cald the turmoil in his heart.
The wound on the shoulder of the girl in his arms had been promptly treated with acupressure to stop the bleeding to so extent.
From the direction of the Tan Residence ca the sound of a whistle; the tiger-shaped firework lingered, Yu Jiu stared fixedly at the tiger pressing its paw, and at that defiant spirit roaring across the sky. He leaned against the wall, feeling emptily hollow inside, and finally let out a bitter laugh.
He had painstakingly managed and planned for so long.
Unsure of how many tis he had humbled himself or been on tenterhooks, everything had turned upside down in less than an hour, everything he had once owned had drifted away from him, as if they were nothing. Those skilled fighters who had once openly trusted and befriended him had drawn their swords against him, nearly taking his life.
But fortunately, there was still one person who had never left him.
Yu Jiu exhaled a breath of turbid air, tightly hugged the girl in his arms, feeling an unprecedented sense of fortune and pity. He intended that after this affair was over, he would travel far with this girl who had never abandoned him.
A bowl of clear tea, two cups of mild wine.
That would certainly be better than the constant fear in Jianghu.
As he was lost in a daze, the girl in his arms moved slightly, seemingly waking up. Yu Jiu’s face lit up with joy as he bent down to look at her, but in the next instant, he felt a sharp pain that made him throw the girl in his arms away instinctively. Yan’er seed unhard as she floated gently to the ground, her right hand slender like jade, holding a Dagger.
The Dagger was stained with bright red blood. Continue your journey on .Côm
Yu Jiu clutched at his chest, disbelieving as he looked at her.
Bright red blood flowed out from between his fingers, gradually changing color and falling to the ground, emitting a stench.
Yan’er stood with her hands hanging down, looking at the man, and said lightly,
"Di Zi No.1, Mo Yan’er, sent by the Lord to ask Mr. Yu."
"Do you know the taste of ’betrayal’ now?"
Yu Jiu’s expression changed slightly, and in no ti at all, he understood everything. His mouth opened, but no words ca out; he let out a couple of bitter chuckles, feeling an intense discomfort at his chest, not knowing whether it ca from that wound. His breath gradually weakened, dissipating, as he leaned against the wall, motionless.
Just his face, his eyes wide open, stared straight ahead.
Mo Yan’er pursed her lips, her expression as tranquil as a plum blossom, turning to look at the sky.
Over the deep inky night, countless tigers rose continually into the sky from within Xi Dingzhou, lighting up the night as if it were day.
PS: Today’s first update...
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