Jue Yan, the number one killer in Beimu Country, used to be a man whose whereabouts were unpredictable and who lived all over the world.
But since Jue Yan's attempt to assassinate the crown prince failed half a year ago, he has been lurking in the imperial city and never left.
If he wanted to continue assassinating His Highness the Crown Prince and obtain the reward of the killing order, that would make sense.
Heroes in the world of martial arts kill people either to eliminate evil or to make money.
These days, heroes also have to make money to eat, and killers kill people for money, which is understandable.
However, during the six months that Jue Yan stayed in the imperial city, he clearly never assassinated Zhan Yuheng again. Since he did not stay here for the killing order, it means that there was another purpose behind it.
The person who can make Jue Yan stay is either extremely powerful or a woman.
The tip of Di Wuya's cold sword was pointed at Jie Yan's face: "Beimu Country's number one killer, I haven't seen his true face until now. It's time to take off the human skin mask on his face."
"Is it time to take off the mask on your face?"
Jueyan sneered.
But he had just activated his Qi, and blood immediately surged out of his chest. His brows darkened slightly, and he almost opened his mouth and a mouthful of blood came out.
Before tonight, he had already suffered internal injuries. Just now, he received a palm from Di Wuya, which made his blood boil violently. Now the injuries are getting worse, and he cannot use his internal energy at all.
"Are you hurt?"
Di Wuya narrowed his eyes. He originally wanted to learn his sword skills, but he didn't expect that he had been so seriously injured.
I'm afraid there aren't many people who can hurt Jue Yan.
Di Wuya snorted coldly: "I won't take advantage of you. I will teach you the first sword another day."
The shadows in front of him moved with the wind, and the mottled tree shadows didn't even sway a little because of his departure, they just swayed lightly in the evening breeze.
With Di Wuya's deep inner strength, Jianyi knew that even if he was not injured, he would definitely not be able to compete with him based on his inner strength alone.
But if he had not been injured and used sword moves to fight against Di Wuya's internal strength, he would not necessarily lose.
He just didn't understand that the person he was following was Feng Jiu, why would Di Wuya stop him?
Could it be that Feng Jiu is also a member of the Tianzun Sect?
The blood in his chest was still boiling. Jian Yi wiped the blood that accidentally spilled from the corners of his lips, and then looked at the direction Di Wuya was leaving.
In the empty night sky, there was no breath belonging to Di Wuya. This man came in an airy manner and left quietly.
No wonder he can lead the entire Tianzun Sect. Such a powerful person is rare in the world.
He wiped a handful of blood stains again, tapped his feet lightly, and instantly disappeared under the night.
...The wind was so strong that even her hair seemed to be blown up by the incoming night breeze.
Someone was caressing her face, and the feeling of being touched was vague, but the reassuring aura enveloped her all the time.
She clearly felt that someone was always standing beside her, but her eyes that were used to being cold now had a little warmth in them, staring at her like this.
But Feng Jiu, who was being watched closely, could not open her eyes and seemed unwilling to do so.
His breath was strong and familiar, so she didn't want to wake up even though she knew someone was next to her.
It seemed that he was afraid that once he woke up, the aura that enveloped him would disappear.
Dreams are so sweet, but unfortunately, morning always comes.
When Feng Jiu opened her eyes, there was no other person in the room except herself. The concerned eyes last night were indeed fake.
She sat up and rubbed her brows. She obviously didn't sleep for long, but because she slept deeply enough, she woke up feeling more energetic today.
A young body is good. A body of sixteen or seventeen years old does recover very quickly. It's just that after sleeping for less than two hours, my body felt comfortable when I woke up.
I got off the bed and was about to go out to wash up. Unexpectedly, a leaf on the ground came into view.
Feng Jiu narrowed her eyes, walked over and bent down to pick up the leaves.
Looking at the window again, this place is so far away from the window. What's more, the window sill is closed. How can these leaves be blown in by the evening breeze?
Last night's dream, could it be... There was a sound of footsteps outside. Feng Jiu put the leaves away and took the initiative to open the door without waiting for Little Cherry to knock on the door.
"Sir, are you awake?"
Little Cherry's face looked normal, as if she was not in a good mood: "Di Ji and Leng Yue are here again."
"I treated Di Ji last time. If he felt it was effective, he would definitely come."
So, there's nothing surprising.
Little Cherry curled her lips: "That Leng Yue is really annoying."
"Just let them get the number plate."
Feng Jiu dropped these words and walked towards the ancient well in the backyard.
No matter how annoying they are, as long as they behave themselves, they are still patients.
There is no difference in her eyes between patients.
Little Cherry knew that she was being emotional, but Leng Yue was so annoying that she didn't even want to look at her, let alone hear her voice.
However, to the young master, he is indeed just an ordinary patient.
Feng Jiu naturally doesn't care about this. She will spend half the day at the outpatient clinic today. There is a sign outside. It is understandable that Di Ji will come over after receiving the news.
However, today is the day of listing, not temporary overtime, so there are many patients who come to see her specially.
Although Fengjiu's number plate is expensive, the most important thing in this imperial city is rich people.
When Feng Jiu went out, there was a bit of commotion in the lobby, and Leng Yue's sharp voice faintly fell into her ears: "Do you know who we are?
We are from the Ninth Prince’s Mansion, and this is how you treat the distinguished guests of the Ninth Prince’s Mansion?”
Little Cherry didn't listen to her at all, and said with an indifferent face: "No matter where you are from, you are just an ordinary patient here. First come, first served. If you want to see my son for treatment, please go and get the number plate."
"You dare to let my adoptive father waste his time again?"
Leng Yue was extremely angry and wanted to take action.
Di Ji said coldly: "Just go get a number plate."
The last time he came here, the treatment given to him by Feng Jiu was indeed effective, and he still had hope for his legs.
Now that the medicine Feng Jiu prescribed for him has been used up, he naturally has to come over for a check-up, because Feng Jiu said that he needs to check before he knows whether to change the medicine.
But now that he came here and saw so many people queuing up with their numbers, he felt quite unhappy, although he didn't say anything.
Leng Yue was not so quiet. When she saw that there were already more than a dozen people in front of her, she immediately became unhappy.
"Father, once you get this number plate, I'm afraid half a day will be over. There are so many important things in the palace waiting for you to deal with. How can you waste time here?"
She deliberately emphasized the word "Prince's Palace" in order to let everyone know that the number plates they have now hindered the important affairs of the Ninth Prince's Palace!
