Feng Jiuer's swift and fierce skills were beyond the expectations of the three of them.
Her internal strength is not as good as Long Feiyan's, but her agility is no worse than anyone else's.
This knife slashed back so quickly and accurately! Even someone as powerful as Long Feiyan had to withdraw his hand and let her go.
The blade passed by, and the gauze scarf on Long Feiyan's face fell lightly.
Feng Jiuer felt that she could see the other person's face clearly right away, but the moment the scarf fell, a strong force suddenly pressed down on her shoulders.
"Well..." Feng Jiuer felt her shoulders sink, and severe pain spread from her shoulder blades. The next thing she knew, someone was pressing her shoulders face down, and she was pressed tightly on the bed.
And the clothes on her body were torn in half with a hiss.
"Let go!" Jiu'er felt his shoulders go numb, and his whole body suddenly lost all strength and lay limply on the bed.
Apart from being able to speak, I can no longer do anything.
"Master..." Qingye walked over quickly, picked up the white gauze scarf from the ground, and handed it to Long Feiyan with both hands. He was too scared to breathe.
Feng Jiuer, whose skill is not on the same level as her master, can actually take off her master's scarf. It's simply... incredible!
This little guy's reaction ability really exceeded everyone's expectations. Even Long Feiyan looked at his daughter who had not seen him for ten years with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
For more than ten years, she had never been well-disciplined by her side, but she never expected that her daughter would be even more surprising than she was back then.
Ha, yes, she is indeed her daughter.
"I just want to see the treasure map on your body. If you insist on resisting, I can also directly cut off this piece of your flesh. Do you... want to give it a try?"
The cold knife slashed across the skin of Feng Jiuer's lower back. Do you still need to consider whether you want to bet or not?
Nowadays, she has no choice but to be a slave and a slave to others.
She didn't speak, just closed her eyes, calmed down, and waited for an opportunity to break through the sealed acupuncture points.
Long Feiyan's eyes fell on her lower back. After a while, she said: "Copy it."
"Yes, Master." Aoba took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that he had prepared long ago, and Aoba began to copy.
Feng Jiuer opened her eyes and looked at the figure of the masked empress falling on the wall.
The gauze has returned to her face, which is a pity. Just now, she almost could see her face clearly.
She didn't care before, but now, she is particularly curious about this masked lady.
She knew everything. Even though her leg was broken, she seemed to be able to grasp all the information in the world. She even guessed that she had a purpose in coming to this palace.
Who is she, Feng Jiuer really wants to know.
The most unsettling thing was that she actually had a vague feeling that this masked empress had a...close relationship with herself.
However, it was impossible, and she couldn't think about it. If she really had such a close relationship with herself, why... seemed to be hostile?
"You know Feng Nu's secret, so are you also returning to ask, besides me, who else is Feng Nu?"
Jiu'er was now really on the chopping block and was ready to be manipulated, so she relaxed herself and no longer resisted with her internal strength.
Anyway, if they wanted to kill her, she would have no room to escape.
"I don't know."
"Where's Long Feiyan?" Feng Jiuer held her palms tightly, trying to judge the other person's thoughts from the hands on her back.
But the other person's fingers on her body didn't even react at all. Just like the three words "Long Feiyan", they didn't have the slightest impact on her.
"Long Feiyan, not Feng Nu." Long Feiyan said calmly.
"How do you know? Have you seen Long Feiyan's body, or..."
"Little thing, what do you want to test?" Long Feiyan smiled slightly, and slowly moved his long fingers up along her back, and finally stopped on the side of her back.
"Do you think I am your biological mother who has been dead for many years?"
Feng Jiuer clenched her palms tightly, and her breathing suddenly became much heavier, because she knew that the place where the long finger of the Masked Empress was now was her Achilles' heel!
If this finger falls, her martial arts will most likely be completely useless!
She...isn't really Long Feiyan?
"Well..." There was a burning sensation in the lower back, and Long Feiyan's internal energy fell on Feng Jiu'er. The phoenix mark that was only faintly visible suddenly became clear.
Feng Jiuer could only grit her teeth hard. No matter whether she moved to resist or not, her phoenix mark had already appeared.
The Masked Lady seems to be very familiar with the Phoenix Mark and knows how to make it clear.
She was still lingering in her heart with this question that made her more and more curious, who is the Masked Empress?
Is Long Feiyan really not Feng Nu? But why is it her?
Feng Jiuer always thought that her identity as Feng Nu was passed down from Long Feiyan, but if Long Feiyan wasn't, then why was she?
That Phoenix clan that I have never heard of, why did those people imprint a treasure map on her body, and why did they choose her to be the Phoenix girl?
Whose blood is flowing on her body?
But her biological mother is Long Feiyan, and her father is Feng Junzhuo. Long Feiyan is not. Could it be related to Feng Junzhuo?
The figure of Feng Junzhuo lingered in Feng Jiu'er's mind, and even Feng Jiu'er had to despise that father who not only accomplished nothing, but was also greedy.
It couldn't be because of him. Feng Nu's identity definitely had nothing to do with Feng Junzhuo, she was sure of it!
So, why is she a phoenix girl?
"Ah..." The inner force falling on her lower waist became hotter and hotter, as if there was a fire burning on her waist.
Jiu'er bit her lip, big beads of sweat slipped from her forehead, and fell on the mattress drop by drop.
Long Feiyan still looked at her calmly, as if he didn't feel any pain from her.
The confrontation between the two people seemed very gentle, but it also seemed to have a strong smell of gunpowder smoke, and the war seemed about to break out.
I don't know how long it took, but Qingye finally copied the treasure map.
She stood up and showed the treasure map in front of Long Feiyan: "Madam, this terrain map seems a bit familiar."
Long Feiyan didn't say anything, and her long fingers slowly returned to the side of Feng Jiuer's back, above the fatal point.
The beads of sweat on Feng Jiuer's forehead were thick and seeped again.
She took a deep breath and squeezed her palms tightly: "Who...are you?"
"Little thing, what do you think?"
Long Feiyan smiled slightly and signaled Qingye to put away the treasure map.
She lowered her eyes and looked at Feng Jiuer's back: "If you still can't guess, you might as well continue to guess carefully, I... will give you a chance."
"You..." Suddenly, Feng Jiuer opened her eyes wide.
The acupuncture point on the side of her back instantly caused severe pain, but in just a moment, the severe pain completely overwhelmed her!
