A deep voice sounded from a dark corner. A pair of dark eyes stared at Xiao Wanqing, who was slowly leaving the food stall.
Xiao Wanqing left a few hundred yuan on the table when she left. The lame Qi Hong saw it, grabbed the money and threw it at her back: "Take your money! I don't need it!"
Xiao Wanqing didn't look back and walked slowly towards the end of the road.
"She?" Another pair of increasingly dark eyes stared at Xiao Wanqing. "She has no power to restrain a chicken. She looks like she is only in her thirties. Could she have killed the third master sixteen years ago?"
Three masters.
One of the Eight Great Kings of the Miaomen. But he died tragically at the hands of an underage girl sixteen years ago?
Senior brother doesn’t believe it. Not at all.
"When I first learned about the death of the third master, the master sent people to Baicheng to investigate. Finally, the target was locked on her." The voice continued. "She is the heir of Mr. Xiao. The defense system is extremely tight on weekdays, and there is a person beside her.
A very powerful master provides personal protection. We have never found a suitable opportunity to take action."
"The current owner of Xiaoshan Villa?" Eldest Brother's pupils shrank slightly.
"yes."
"How did she kill Third Master?" Senior Brother murmured to himself, but waved his hand slightly. "Now that I have come to Baicheng, I can avenge Third Master sixteen years ago."
The man's eyes were bright and he said solemnly: "Yes. Although there are guards protecting you secretly now, the personal expert is not here."
"Do it!"
As soon as the two people finished speaking, they quietly escaped into the darkness.
…
The darkness before dawn is the coldest. It was late autumn, and gusts of cold wind hit her face. It made Xiao Wanqing feel cold and exhausted.
This was the second time in her life that she stayed up all night. The first time was more than ten years ago. It was so long that her consciousness was almost blurred.
She was not in a hurry to go home, so she did not call Muzi who was sleeping soundly. Because Chuhe was there, Muzi was not worried that the young lady would be in any danger outside. Muzi sincerely admired Chuhe today.
Once upon a time there was a girl in my family called aunt——
This sentence echoed in Xiao Wanqing's mind, and there was a slight ripple on the robot-like face. This sentence sounded very strange. A girl is a girl, and an aunt is an aunt. How can they be used together?
But Xiao Wanqing did not reject Chu He's description. On the contrary, she didn't like the second half of Chu He's sentence.
Later, there was a woman named Xiao Wanqing in my family.
She changed from a girl to a woman.
She also changed from an aunt to Xiao Wanqing.
Does that prove that when she becomes Xiao Wanqing in Chu He's eyes, he no longer has an aunt?
Xiao Wanqing doesn't know. She is not a sentimental woman with a delicate heart. At least she is very weak emotionally. She puts all her energy and time into work. It is the most important thing outside of life.
She didn't know that Chu He regarded her as the door into the Xiao family. He was rebellious, acted impulsively, and would never sit down and chat with the grandfather who hated his father. But he listened to her because she was his aunt.
.Perhaps at that time, the definition of aunt was more like a relative than grandpa. At least that was the position in Chu He's heart. He could not live without the Xiao family and could not be separated for the rest of his life. So he chose to integrate into the Xiao family. He rejected his grandpa, but
Fortunately, I have a beautiful and smart aunt.
But gradually, the aunt became Xiao Wanqing. She became more and more like Mr. Xiao. Chuhe finally lost the last relative of the Xiao family.
Bo.
There was a soft sound in her ears, and Xiao Wanqing, who was walking with her head down, raised her head slightly, and saw several guards trained by Muzi quickly coming to her side, blocking the view ahead.
She didn't say anything, but she understood the situation at this moment.
She was attacked. Otherwise, the well-trained guards would not have appeared so easily to disturb her life - and meditation.
"Miss, there is a car on the corner of the street. There is a key in the car." The leading guard whispered. "Those two people - we are not opponents!"
He analyzed the results clearly. If he couldn't fight, it meant he couldn't protect Xiao Wanqing. If he couldn't protect him - he could only drag the two masters to let Xiao Wanqing leave.
The guards trained by Muzi are always the best in Baicheng. Everyone in Baicheng knows this.
Xiao Wanqing raised her head slightly and looked at the upright man standing opposite.
They were all young. The older one was only in his early thirties. The younger one was as old as Chuhe. But there was a strong murderous intent in their eyes. It seemed that they would be satisfied if they had to skin Xiao Wanqing alive.
They were dressed very simply. It was difficult for anyone to notice them when walking among the crowd. But at this moment, they exuded an aura that only the strong could have. According to the analysis of the leading guard, I am afraid that only Muzi could fight them at this moment.
They - they may not even be able to hold it off for a few minutes.
Xiao Wanqing was destined to not know them. But she felt that the auras of the two people in front of her were somewhat familiar.
Inexplicably familiar. As if I have felt it before.
Xiao Wanqing has a photographic memory. She rarely forgets the people she has met or the books she has read. She is certain that she has never met the two people in front of her. She is also certain that she has seen people similar to them.
But these are no longer important. Regardless of whether they have seen it or not, these two people are here to kill themselves. As for why they want to kill themselves, it is also unimportant.
Standing in her position, it is not strange that someone wants to kill her. How could an ordinary person still have invisible guards protecting her at four o'clock in the morning?
"Who are you?" the leading guard said calmly, with one hand on his waist.
"Want to be a sensible person?" Senior Brother's face was covered with pockmarks, and he looked quite ferocious.
The guard raised his eyebrows: "It's convenient for revenge."
Is this a provocation?
The senior brother laughed. Others may be afraid of retaliation, but he is not. Miaomen is not afraid either.
"If it's a knife on your waist, you can take it out now. But if it's a gun -" Senior Brother said slowly. "Be careful, you may not have a chance to shoot."
He is very proud, but he has the capital to be proud.
He is the senior brother of Miaomen. Although he is not the one with the highest martial arts value in his young life, he is the most admired. A person with no background can become the senior brother of Miaomen. This is an extremely difficult and admirable thing in itself.
The thing is. The Sixth Junior Brother around him has always believed that if the masters were not biased, the Senior Brother would definitely have the hope of becoming the strongest among the younger generation of the Miao Sect.
Clang clang clang!
The guards drew their sabers and stared at the two people opposite them.
"Xiao Liu, is one minute enough?" The senior brother tilted his head slightly.
"enough!"
Whoosh!
The sixth junior brother next to him suddenly took action, rushing towards him like a ghost.
He was extremely fast, so fast that the guards felt like their eyes were blurred as they were approaching him.
Draw the knife!
The guards joined forces to stab the sixth junior brother, but they saw him suddenly take action, lift up the wrist of one of the guards, and make a click. When the wrist broke, he took away the saber. Then he moved forward, and the blade was already on the guard's neck.
A trace of blood.
Phew——
As blood spurted out, the sixth junior brother attacked the next guard.
Pungent, fierce, and decisive, the sixth junior brother's actions made the senior brother very satisfied. He couldn't help but nodded slightly.
The Sixth Junior Brother, like him, is a disciple of a wonderful sect with no background. Their place among the younger generation depends entirely on hard work and self-improvement. But sometimes people's hard work and rewards are not directly proportional. For example, the place he is about to report, Baicheng
A newbie who is as good as a madman——
What qualifications does he have to command himself?
What ability does he have for himself to serve?
Just because he was rich, powerful, and powerful, Miaomen arranged for him to perform some tasks for him that were inconvenient for others to see.
This is an unfair society, and even an organization like Miaomen, which has a history of hundreds of years, is no exception.
Perhaps, killing the heir of the Xiao family would be a great achievement and would make Miaomen pay more attention to him. Why not arrange some tasks for him that are not in line with his status as senior brother?
Who knows?
Let’s talk about killing him!
Phew!
When the last guard was killed by the sixth junior brother, the sixth junior brother stopped what he was doing and stared at Xiao Wanqing ferociously: "Next, senior brother will let you die without pain."
Xiao Wanqing stood there calmly, glanced at the sixth junior brother with her eyes as deep as the sea, and asked: "You don't want to make meritorious deeds?"
One sentence exposed the thoughts of the sixth junior brother.
Killing the heir to the Xiaoshan villa must be a great achievement in a wonderful sect where meritorious deeds are rewarded. The sixth junior brother wanted to take a few more steps forward, and then stab Xiao Wanqing in the heart. It was very simple, even effortless. This great achievement in front of him
It fell on him.
But does he dare?
Stealing the credit of the eldest brother. Will the eldest brother find ways to torture himself in the future?
The sixth junior brother was struggling between great merit and fear. But he refused to move even an inch. He was conflicted and torn. He wanted to make meritorious deeds, but he was afraid of his stern senior brother.
Should I take action?
"Xiao Liu."
The stern and cold voice of the senior brother suddenly sounded behind him.
"Senior Brother——" The sixth junior brother suddenly turned around, with a hint of pleading in his expression. "You are already a respected senior brother. A senior brother who is respected and worshiped by the junior brothers. This time - can you give it to me?
"
"Stupid!" shouted the senior brother. "Can't you see that this woman is sowing discord?"
Sow discord?
Maybe. But she expressed the feelings of the sixth junior brother.
He wants to make meritorious deeds. He wants to make meritorious deeds all the time. He doesn't want to be bullied by others in Miaomen, nor does he want to keep his head down for the rest of his life. In front of him, he has an opportunity. A God-given opportunity!
"Just once—" Junior Brother Sixth swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty. "From now on, I will definitely serve my senior brother on all fronts."
Once a person's passion is ignited, it is difficult to extinguish it.
The sixth junior brother knew Xiao Wanqing's intentions. The senior brother could also see what Xiao Wanqing wanted to do.
But they had the same idea, to kill Xiao Wanqing and achieve great success.
Even though they knew it was a conspiracy, the relationship between them was cracked or even broken after the words of Xiao Wanqing, a female robot.
A scheming woman.
A calm woman who is good at looking for opportunities.
She may not have a chance to escape, but the pair of junior brothers are also in trouble. Of course, the sixth junior brother is still at a disadvantage under the majesty of the senior brother. In terms of force and status!
"The iron law of the wise is that those who kill each other will die under the sword."
Xiao Wanqing's words were like a powerful bomb that exploded in the heart of the sixth junior brother.
In an instant, he made a decision and quickly raised the blade!
Five seconds.
It only takes five seconds and that's enough!
The eyes of Sixth Junior Brother looking at Xiao Wanqing were filled with enthusiasm and - determination!
