Murong Qingshuang's steps were very fast, but after all, she was only as fast as a mortal, and she didn't know any light skills.
From the front hall of the house to the hidden study in the backyard, even running at this speed takes more than ten minutes. For someone who knows Qinggong, this distance seems to be nothing.
In front of the corridor approaching the study, a man jumped down from the roof.
Her face was covered, and her eyes were as sharp as an eagle. She was holding a long sword, which had been unsheathed, and was pointed directly at her with a cold look.
"I've been looking for you for a long time, and sure enough you're still inside." It was an unfamiliar voice, extremely cold.[
Murong Qingshuang panted slightly, stopped, looked at the person in front of her and said with a smile: "What are you doing with me? You want to kidnap me? Blackmail me? He won't pay, just give up..."
Under the kerchief that covered his face, the man seemed to be smiling.
"Princess is really humorous." He approached step by step, his expression of not taking her seriously was even worse, "I heard that the Murong family's swordsmanship is excellent, why didn't Miss Murong even bring any weapons?"
Murong Qingshuang backed away slowly, "You didn't find it, right? If you want to compete with me, help me find a weapon, and I will definitely accompany you!"
The man sneered, "Miss Murong is really good at joking. If I want to kill you, how can I give you a weapon?"
"Then it depends on whether your reason for killing me is sufficient. If there is no compelling reason, you won't cause trouble for yourself..." She continued to back away, "Look at everyone here, everyone is dead, things will be different
What a big deal!"
His hand suddenly stretched forward, and the sword stopped at her neck.
I can feel the cold even through my clothes.
Murong Qingshuang calmly stopped and said, "What do you want? We can discuss it easily. There is no need to fight to the death. It will be troublesome for everyone, what do you think, hero?"
"Da, Xia?" He continued to sneer, the sword slowly lifted up, and moved to her face like a tease. The cold feeling made him clearly listen to the beating of the pulse, "Murong Nanlie, kill me.
When we were brothers, we didn't call us heroes. I just want your life, do you think I still need to discuss it with you?"
The cold sword edge suddenly turned, and Murong Qingshuang fell backwards, walked around in a circle before standing up again, and barely dodged the sword.
"Who sent you here?"
The man's eyes were sharp and cold, "Look at the sword! You can't escape today!"
