In an alley north of Jinfeng Lake Bridge, Tao Lan, dressed in black, stood in the darkness, looking coldly at the frozen lake in the distance.
His subordinates came to report one after another, but they all failed to find Tao Mao.
"Madam, may you be mistaken? There are people everywhere now and it's very chaotic."
Tao Lan didn't speak, her profile was indifferent, her eyes were fixed in the distance, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
The men looked at her, waiting for orders.
There was constant noise outside, and the voices of the crowd, who were tired after a night of sudden changes, became even more irritable.
"lady……"
"I really saw him." Tao Lan said.
Since the incident at Tao's house, she has been looking for him every day. Tonight, she was looking down at the sea of people from the top of a restaurant. She accidentally glanced and saw a young man running hastily in the street with the crowd. She would not admit that he was Tao Mao.
"Look for two more days," Tao Lan said, "We must find him."
"The prince has urged you four times in a row..." Dingyun said in a low voice.
"Just two days," Tao Lan still looked at the lake, her eyes becoming tough, "If you haven't found it in two days, no matter what happens, I will come back."
Her mother's body is still hanging there. After her eldest brother Tao Ding was taken away, there was no news, but she could already guess that the danger was more serious than that. Therefore, Tao Mao was her last relative in this world, and he was also her original one.
The younger brother whom I love and cherish with all my heart...
Xia Zhaoyi pressed his back against the wall on the other side, holding his breath and listening intently.
It turned out to be really her...
Judging from the commotion, there were at least ten people.
To be honest, Xia Zhaoyi was not surprised that Tao Lan would appear in Kyoto. When the beggar was killed on the street, Shen Lie mentioned the sword skills used by these people, and they guessed that the Beiyuan people were responsible.
Then, she went to find Mr. Jiang.
The fires set that night and the crossbows fired were all a declaration of war and provocation against Tao Lan.
However, in terms of time and distance, traveling from here to Beiyuan in winter is definitely not enough for a round trip.
Therefore, Tao Lan has either been in the capital a long time ago, or she has been in the nearby state capital of Yong'an in the past few months.
"Little girl, why are you hiding here alone?" A middle-aged woman's voice sounded, concerned.
Xia Zhaoyi raised his head. Not far away, a woman about forty years old came over. Her face was haggard and her eyes were red. She was carrying a bamboo basket with a lot of paper money in it.
"Have you been separated from your parents?" the woman asked.
Tao Lan frowned, and one of his men immediately pulled out a dagger.
"Start quickly." Tao Lan said in a deep voice.
"yes."
"Little girl?" the woman said again, without stopping.
Tao Lan's two men were leaning against the other corner, holding the daggers in their hands tightly.
As the woman approached, one of the men was ready to attack, and the other was about to pounce on the "little girl."
But the moment he rushed out, a piece of wood fell on the leader's face, making a loud "snap" sound.
Immediately afterwards, the girl's figure was seen leaping high, grabbing the corner of the wall, and using her strength to kick another subordinate in the face.
The two men were stunned by the attack.
The other men came running immediately.
"Go quickly!" Xia Zhaoyi turned around and shouted to the woman.
At the same time, he waved his long whip and ran towards the men running towards him, his eyes bright and his whole body burning like blood.
The woman was so frightened that after she realized what she was doing, she turned around and ran back to call someone.
Several men chased the woman, but were stopped by the girl's whip.
The long whip that struck horizontally had countless sharp fragments, which avoided the heavy winter clothes and specifically attacked their hands and faces holding the weapons.
He never expected that the girl would be so aggressive, so she had the upper hand. As soon as she recovered, a big man grabbed the girl's whip with his bare hands, wrapped it around with his arm, and pulled hard.
He wanted to drag the girl over, but her reaction speed was faster. The long whip instantly escaped from the girl's hand, and then a dagger appeared. With her dexterous cat-like figure, the blade sealed her throat, and blood sprayed on her winter clothes.
The big man's hands were dripping with blood, and the pain was worse than his neck. He knelt on the snow, his face hitting the ground.
As he fell, a crossbow arrow suddenly shot through the air. The big man not far away felt a pain in his eyebrows. After realizing what happened, he also fell down.
Several more crossbow arrows came, but they were avoided by the big men, but it was too difficult to catch this little boy who looked like a loach.
She attacked them with daggers, crossbows, and hidden weapons, as if she were changing all kinds of tricks. Her moves were deadly. At the same time, her steps were agile and light, avoiding all the absolutely oppressive forces. Wrapped in thick winter clothes, they were not as flexible as wearing strong clothes.
His body fell into complete passivity.
The scene became weird for a time. The Beiyuan people, who had always punished others and had overwhelming strength and physique, had no place to cut their swords here and turned into wooden stakes.
Apart from the difference in moves, what surprised them was the aura of the girl. All of the girl's moves were too sharp and fast. They were no longer like a desperate counterattack for self-protection, but more like a blood feud.
One after another, the big men fell down. Xia Zhaoyi finally stopped, panting and looking at the open space in front of him. His broken hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes were burning with anger.
Ran?
She took so many of her men and just ran away?
There were nearly ten corpses at her feet, and blood rushed out into seven gullies on the pale snow, twisting and turning.
There was also a big man standing there, staring at the girl with such horror for the first time in his life.
Xia Zhaoyi withdrew her gaze and turned to look at him. The anger in her eyes finally dissipated, and they were as cold as the frost of the abyss.
"You die too." She said slowly, her words clear and clear, and then her figure flickered, and the dagger brought up a thin line of blood. The big man, who had even forgotten about running, covered his neck and knelt down.
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"There, there! Right in there!"
A middle-aged woman's voice sounded.
A large group of people followed, holding torches.
After running into the dark alley, everyone was stunned.
There was silence in the snow, and the bodies of the tall men were cooled by the wind and snow, and their blood was covered with frost.
A girl was groping for the corpses, reaching into their chests with her little hands, searching for them one by one. When she heard someone coming, she did not raise her head.
Everyone looked at her blankly, feeling indescribably weird.
The wind in the alleyway whined, and the sweat-dried hair and the corners of clothes were blown to pieces. Xia Zhaoyi searched all the useful things on the remaining corpses and stood up.
At first light, the girl's little face looked as smooth as a shelled egg in the soft light of the early morning light. The blood stains splattered on her face highlighted the whiteness of her skin.
She walked silently, knelt down in front of the crowd, and placed all the money she found on the open space. There were at least a dozen taels, which was a huge sum of money to the people in the neighborhood.
Then she left, her thin figure stepping on the morning light and snow, disappearing at the street corner.
