Chapter 82: She Would Kill Part Three

“After you disappeared, Chen Qingshan left the inn. She didn’t say anything, but she must be looking for you. I know her; she would kill if she doesn’t find you. After Da Quan found me with a firework signal, I begged Mr. Zhuo to help us find information. He confirmed that you left Chang’an and probably went to the training field. Mr. Zhuo asked around, and no one in the training field saw you. I guessed that you must have returned to Chang’an, so I have been looking for you in the city.” Mu Xiaoyao saw through Fang Jie’s mind.

Fang Jie looked at Mu Xiaoyao, and Mu Xiaoyao understood what he meant. “I will try my best to find her as soon as possible.”

Fang Jie nodded, but he was still nervous.

The crippled old man stood up, hung the liquor gourd onto his belt, and walked out of the room with his hands behind his back while saying, “You can rest and recover here. No one would dare to trouble you in the residence of Gold-Sharing Duke. You are lucky to be here. I will come by from time to time. I hate quitting halfway, and I don’t believe that the disciple of that guy with the last name of Zhuo will be better than mine, even if my disciple is a wastrel. Although I’m crippled, I’m more competitive than anyone; I can’t be shamed like this.”

Fang Jie felt warm inside, and he called out, “Master…”

The crippled old man froze for a second, and his shoulders shivered a little. “Don’t call me master; you aren’t qualified before you master One Saber Strike.”

Fang Jie nodded with force as he turned teary-eyed.

“I have to go back as well. I will find Mr. Zhuo first and try to look for Chen Qingshan.” Mu Xiaoyao walked over and tucked the blanket for Fang Jie softly. There were only Fang Jie, Da Quan, and her in the room, so she didn’t mind showing her soft side, even though her soft side was rarely displayed.

“Sleep a bit more.” After saying that, Mu Xiaoyao kissed Fang Jie’s forehead, making his heart skip a beat.

This feeling was familiar yet strange.

Fang Jie’s heart almost stopped working, and he had a hard time breathing for a second.

Mu Xiaoyao flipped her hair to cover her faint flush.

“Eh, you always wanted me to kiss you when you couldn’t fell asleep as a child,” Mu Xiaoyao explained, but it was meaningless.

She turned around and left in a hurry, not daring to look back.

Fang Jie rubbed his forehead and started to chuckle after a while. Da Quan sat by his side and also chuckled like a fool.

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-That night, Beckon of the Red Sleeve-

The crippled old man who already lied down suddenly opened his eyes. In the next moment, he already appeared in the grand hall.

After listening with his ears perked up, his expression suddenly changed. Then, he hesitated for a moment and pulled open the door in the end, disappearing into the night.

When he disappeared, Xi Huamei stood on the third floor with a complicated expression.

About 15 minutes later, the crippled old man returned with a bloody woman in his arms.

This woman was beautiful, but she was ashen-faced due to the excess loss of blood. Because of this, her exquisite face looked pitiable.

The crippled old man looked up at Xi Huamei on the third floor and shook his head apologetically.

However, Xi Huamei nodded and said lightly, “Since you decided to rescue her, you must save her as well. Although I don’t want trouble, there is nothing to be afraid of once it is here. Grandpa Luo… I’m actually a little happy. After so many years, your heart is alive again.”

The crippled old man looked at Xi Huamei with gratitude and was about to go to the backyard.

Xi Huamei threw something down, and it landed on the injured woman perfectly.

The crippled old man looked down and saw that it was a small porcelain bottle.

“Four-Strip Pill. Although it couldn’t be compared to Small Golden Pill, it could be used to save lives,” Xi Huamei said calmly.

The crippled old man nodded and dashed into the backyard.

“Go clean everything up.” Xi Huamei waved her hand, and about a dozen of shadows in the dark moved and left Beckon of the Red Sleeve.

-The Headquarters of the Royal Guard-

Luo Weiran looked at Hou Wenji who had a gloomy expression and sighed, “I truly want to see who is so vicious and bold. Attacking the Ministry of War from the front and killing the way in. A total of 104 people got killed. Except for the workers who were on duty, many officials got killed. There are more than 20 officials with level 3 and level 4 cultivation strength, three with level 7 cultivation strength, and one with level 8 cultivation strength. This person also escaped when a level 9 master got there. Such courage! Such a vicious character!”

“The Capital isn’t going to be peaceful.” Hou Wenji shook his head and looked worried.