C1 (2/2)

”Alright, please enjoy, Master Tong.” Another voice replied in a flattering manner.

There was also a giggling ”Heh heh” accompanying him.

The sound of someone stepping on the snow could be heard again. With a ”bang”, the door was kicked open.

At the same time, two grey shadows rushed in with knives in their hands.

However, the moment he entered, the light from the night sky shone through the broken board and he discovered that the person who was originally tied to the pillar had disappeared. There was only the severed rope on the ground.

The two immediately looked around and found that there were two black shadows at the entrance. When they raised their sabers to slash at them, the black shadow moved, and the two of them only felt a blur before they could even see the person clearly, a ”ka ka” sound came from their wrists, a heart-wrenching pain, causing them to want to scream out loud, only to discover that their jaws had been dislocated, making no sound at all.

The sabre in their hands fell to the grass. Just as the two of them were about to run out of the woodshed, the pain from their shattered knees caused them to kneel on the ground.

At the same time, the back of his neck was hit by the gravitational force. His vision turned black and he fell to the ground without moving.

Zhuo Qingyan was slightly out of breath. She turned around and went behind the door to stand on the wooden board again, staring at the fatty who was still eating melon seeds.

However, Mo Yu was so frightened that she had already tightly covered her mouth with both hands.

Is this still her young lady? How could he be so powerful? Especially her current gaze, which was too fierce, like a cheetah in the dark night, cold, vicious!

The fat guy outside waited for a while, but there was no sound from inside. He impatiently spat out the melon seeds, and asked with his gong: ”What's going on? ”Where is he?”

However, the man didn't get a response even after he shouted out twice. He cursed a few times outside the door and walked over forcefully while stepping on the snow.

The wooden door was kicked open again and the fat man staggered in, but when he saw the two on the ground, he felt something was wrong. He turned his head to look at the wooden pillar, but when he realized that there was no one there, he immediately turned around and charged out.

He fell to his knees in panic, and when he looked up, the dagger had already wrapped around his neck.

The man looked valiant, but he was as timid as a mouse. His small eyes were as wide as copper bells. His face was as white as paper and cold sweat flowed down his cheeks. His entire body was trembling like a sieve.

It was a desolate winter night, and a dilapidated wooden house was lying in wait. A black shadow was completely hidden in the shadows, and one could vaguely see the bared fangs and brandishing claws of his hair flying about like steel needles. The cold, bone-piercing blade was pressing against his life vein.

”Speak, who told you to come?”

Zhuo Qingyan's voice was hoarse and laced with hatred, and it made one's scalp tingle.

”Three, three, Third Miss …” Fatty was so scared that he could no longer control himself. How could he dare to lie and argue?

”Who else is outside?” Zhuo Qingyan asked again.

”No, no, just us, three, three.” There was a hint of tears in the fat man's voice, and he was terrified.

”To kill someone, one must try their luck. Who did this?”

Zhuo Qingyan pushed the dagger forward again, causing Fatty to panic, afraid that the knife would bite him. He closed his eyes and stuttered: ”I-I-I-we will only listen to my orders …” Destiny, three, three, Third Miss … ”Spare me …”

”That's right.” Zhuo Qingyan's voice was as cold and cold as the cold wind.