"Qin Nanfeng, what is the use of this arm of yours?" Ling Chuxi suddenly said with a strange smile on her face.
Qin Nanfeng was stunned for a moment, then his face changed. He understood what Ling Chuxi's words meant. His right hand was so heavy at this moment that he couldn't lift it up! He lowered his head again and saw that there was nothing abnormal about his right arm.
But there was just no strength at all.
"The moment you lower your head, I could kill you." Ling Chuxi's brisk and playful voice sounded, "But I didn't. Look, how kind I am."
Qin Nanfeng was shocked and stepped back in panic. He switched his sword to his left hand and looked at Ling Chuxi warily.
"You actually poisoned me?" Qin Nanfeng was not sure about this, because there was nothing abnormal about his arm.
"Wrong!" Ling Chuxi said seriously, "I use a mysterious technique to beat cattle across the mountain. Your arm was hit by my magical technique. It doesn't hurt or itch, right?"
Ling Chuxi laughed after saying that. Although she was smiling, her smile did not reach her eyes, and some of it was just cold.
"Fart!" Qin Nanfeng was furious. Of course, he could tell that Ling Chuxi was ridiculing him with these words, and he understood that there was no such skill in the world. It must have been poisoned!
"Bring out the antidote!" Qin Nanfeng was anxious. What does it mean for a warrior to lose his right hand? His whole life is ruined, and life is worse than death! This is more painful than killing him with a knife.
"Goodbye, I have to go back for supper." Ling Chuxi tilted her head, smiled, and turned to leave.
"Where to go!" Qin Nanfeng shouted and wanted to catch up. But when he saw Ling Chuxi turned around and threw something, he stopped in fright and stepped back. When he saw clearly that what was thrown was just a handful.
After the stone, he looked up again, and there was no trace of Ling Chuxi anywhere. When he chased him outside the door, he saw that the people in the yard had long fallen to the ground and were unconscious.
"Come here, come here!" Qin Nanfeng shouted, feeling angry and scared. His right hand couldn't be disabled like this. He had to find a doctor quickly to find out what was going on.
After Ling Chuxi left, no one noticed a person standing on the roof. The wind gently lifted his voluptuous silver hair. Huangfu Qingjue stood quietly on the roof looking at Ling Chuxi's back, shaking his head helplessly.
: "Little thing, how can you fight so hard for others?" Huangfu Qingjue also understood that Ling Chuxi would not really die with others, Ling Chuxi had hit the opponent accurately.
He didn't dare, so he took such an offensive. However, seeing that way, his heart suddenly tightened.
Huangfu Qingjue raised his head and looked at the vast night ahead. With a tap of his toes, his figure disappeared into the night. He followed Ling Chuxi to the Luo family.
With the same determination and the same method, Ling Chuxi disabled Luo Qiying's arm. However, this time it was a little more dangerous, and Ling Chuxi was almost injured.
In the dead of night, the Qin family and the Luo family were in a mess. Ling Chuxi returned to her room, yawned, changed her clothes, took off her mask, and prepared to sleep with Xiaobai in her arms. But after looking around, she was not there.
Xiaobai was found in the house.
"Xiao Bai? Xiao Bai?" Ling Chuxi felt a little flustered. How could Xiao Bai disappear? Did Xiao Bai follow his scent and chase him out? That would be bad!