This 'inconvenience' no longer exists."

"Then from more than an hour ago to now..." Wang Qiong didn't care much about Brother Jue's behavior of getting on the kang, and calmly took over the conversation and said, "...you and your junior sister did some more

what?"

"Haha..." Feng Bujue smiled, "We went to find a man, asked him some questions, then cut off his head and brought it to you." After he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something again.

, added, "Oh, of course, before entering your yard, we also stunned the guards around your house, and after entering, we had a few words with Butler Cheng."

"Oh..." Wang Qiong nodded, "By the way, I haven't asked yet..." He suddenly looked at Cheng Wei, "Old Cheng, what kind of wind is blowing today? How could you obediently help them pass on the message?

What about?"

Cheng Wei did not answer this question. The person who responded to Wang Qiong was Ruo Yu.

"Because he lost." She said in a cold tone.

"He started fighting with you?" Wang Qiong asked.

"No." Ruoyu replied.

"Then how did he lose?" Wang Qiong asked again.

Before he finished speaking, Ruoyu raised his right hand slightly and grasped the hilt of the sword.

At that moment, her eyes moved, and the fierce murderous aura instantly filled the whole room.

That murderous aura was like a pair of invisible hands, just strangling the throats of everyone in the room. Even Brother Jue felt the oppressive feeling that made people breathless.

It was too late to say that, but it was too soon. As soon as Ruoyu's murderous intent arose, he saw a black shadow scuttling down from the beam.

The shadow was as fast as a startling giant and as powerful as thunder. In the blink of an eye, it had reached Ruoyu, and his hands had already grasped the weapon.

Then, his movements stopped.

It wasn't a slight pause, but a complete freeze.

A large drop of cold sweat dripped from Cheng Yong's forehead, slid to the bridge of his nose, and split into two.

He stood there, eyes widened, looking at the female swordsman in front of him.

Her appearance looks like she is only in her early twenties, and her extraordinary temperament and beauty are unforgettable at a glance.

But at this moment, these visible appearances have been covered up by the solemn sword intention, and have become something that can be ignored.

Ruoyu's hand didn't move, and the sword was still in the scabbard.

But from Cheng Yong's perspective, the opponent's sword was already at his throat.

He didn't move because he couldn't move.

His hands, his feet, his torso, even his fingers, eyelids... couldn't move.

If he moves even once, he will be killed.

This is what Cheng Yong felt at this moment...

Silence lasted for about ten seconds.

Ten seconds later, Cheng Yong's body relaxed, and he fell to the ground like a collapsed building block, breathing heavily.

Cold sweat covered his horrified face.

At this time, Ruoyu, who had restrained her murderous intent and sword intent, walked towards the kang with steady steps.

She nonchalantly took out a human head wrapped in cloth and still bleeding from her bag, and placed it on the kang table.
Chapter completed!