C62 (1/2)

The Han family made their fortune making ornaments for women, and the Han family was the third generation of the Han family.

Han Zifei was even more talented than the previous leader. Not only did he look as if he was made of pearls, but he also knew how to dismantle traps. It was said that his hands were as agile as a detector, and that he could dismantle any traps that landed on him.

This Han Zifei did not have much ink in his essay and it was only a few sentences. Yi Xiaoqiao only remembered it because his name was somewhat similar to that of the ancients.

This old man never looked at money when he did things and only looked at sincerity. When she first thought of Han Zifei, she was rather happy, if Mu Yi An was able to get him to be the phoenix coronet, then it would mean that he was not just thinking about spending money.

As a result, that small spark of hope was immediately extinguished by Cui Huang's basin of cold water.

She said it, how could Mu Yi'an bear to change her in Yun Jiao's place? If it was Yun Jiao, then forget about Han Zifei, even if she wanted stars and moons in the sky, she could still pick them off for her.

Thinking of this, he was actually a little jealous.

While Yi Xiaoqiao was lost in thought while holding the phoenix crown, the youth in white clothing had already rushed over. His long sword danced in waves of cold light, making 'shua shua' sounds.

Cui Chen's broadsword was slightly heavy, but it was filled with vigor. It swept through everything before it could do anything. The broadsword slashed the ground, creating a gully in the ground.

The youngster was thin and nimble, flying left and right in the sky. His nimble body was like a swallow and he reminded Yi Xiaoqiao of Zhao Feiyan, who could do palm dancing.

She forcefully shivered. If it was a girl like this, she would have felt it was a bit beautiful, but this young man was … It made her feel awkward no matter how she thought about it.

While she was watching the gossip, a few white-clad men had already broken through layers of barriers and rushed in, all of them rushing towards her.

Ning Huan pulled Yi Xiaoqiao back and quickly went forward to stop someone.

Smiling at the same time, he threw out a few darts and started fighting with a person.

At this moment, there were two people who charged directly at Yi Xiaoqiao. Both of them held daggers in their hands and had an imposing manner. Their eyes were as vicious as if they wanted to slice Yi Xiaoqiao into pieces.

Yi Xiaoqiao turned and ran, ”Why did you kill me? It's not like I've offended you!”

This time, Yi Xiaoqiao was truly a little confused. It was mainly because there were too many people who came. This was the equivalent of all the people coming at once to kill her.

She didn't know when she had offended such a powerful person.

The other two did not reply and chased after him. They raised their broadswords high in the air and chopped down at Yi Xiaoqiao's head.

Yi Xiaoqiao panicked when he saw the broadsword in front of him. He threw the phoenix coronet over.

The phoenix crown directly hit a person in the face.

There was a muffled ”puchi” sound as blood splattered everywhere. Countless drops of blood suddenly flew into the air and sprinkled a few spots of blood on the ground.

Yi Xiaoqiao looked towards the source of the voice and widened his eyes in shock. He saw that the phoenix crown that was made of pure gold still stuck to his face and did not fall off.

The phoenix crown was gorgeous, and there were many ornaments made of gold pieces on it. The center of the gold pieces was carved with a pattern, and the pattern was as thin as a cicada's wing.

Yi Xiaoqiao's sudden action had been unintentional. Unexpectedly, the sharp, golden piece had pierced into the man's face and neck. It was truly a shocking sight to behold.

The man forcefully threw the phoenix crown onto the ground and raised his blade to charge over. However, the golden shard left his body and blood started to gush out. He hadn't even taken two steps before his eyes rolled back as he fell to the ground.

Blood began to flow from beneath him, flowing like a slow red river toward the feet of Yi Xiaoqiao.