Concubine Mad Concubine

Chapter 311

Before she finished speaking, Xiyan's body moved, and those people around her, except for the one who spoke just now, all stood in place.

The long sword came out of its sheath and directly struck at the vital point on Xiyan's chest. Unexpectedly, Xiyan stood in place and did not move. He directly went up to meet him, but the man hurriedly avoided.

The rest of the Shadow Guards moved after seeing them, and dozens of them formed the same camp, confronting Xiyan.

In the dark night, the silver light suddenly appeared, and for a while, the sword, light and sword were shadowed, full of murderous aura.

Xiyan turned around, sneered, and rushed towards the dozens of shadow guards without even thinking about it. Even Li Li couldn't help but worry that Madam's move was tantamount to suicide.

Xiyan's movements were not very fast, they were all year-round martial arts practitioners, so they could see clearly, but when she rushed into the shadow guard, she saw slender fingers flying, and the silver light flashed. Now, as fast as lightning.

The shadow guards who had just gathered in a group suddenly dispersed again, surrounding Xiyan in the center, but before they could move, Xiyan suddenly rushed towards the middle position, separating one head from the other, and the sword came from her She passed by, but she didn't dodge or dodge, not only that, but her movements were faster, which completely dazzled everyone's eyes.

Flying like a butterfly, even Mo Qing, who claims to be invincible in lightness kung fu, couldn't help secretly admiring him, but Xia Yebai knew that Xiyan didn't know any lightness kung fu at all, but he didn't know why his body was so flexible.

When several people finally got a clear view of the situation in the arena, Xi Yan's chest was being pushed against the man in black headed by Cai Cai just now: "You lost."

Xiyan sneered, threw down the flying knife she had just taken from Mo Qing, pushed aside the sword edge on her chest with her fingers, patted her clothes, and in a blink of an eye she had returned to Xia Yebai, leaning against his chest. In his arms, fingertips fiddled with the position of his chest boredly, and laughed softly: "Who loses and who wins?"

That voice, like a silver bell, was quite pleasant, not like someone who had lost.

"you win."

Xia Yebai smiled, hugged Xiyan in her arms triumphantly, turned around and looked at those shadow guards who didn't know the so-called shadow guards, and said with cold eyes: "Look at your chests."

Everyone was puzzled, looked down at their own chest, was shocked, raised their heads coldly, and looked at Xiyan in unison.

Every wound is on the chest, every place is a vital point, and they don't even know when she moved her hands. Although they don't know when she was injured, but one thing is certain, this wound, It must have been before she was held against by the sword.

It turned out that they really lost, how could this be possible?

"Since you can have partners to fight with you, why do you have to fight alone? Is it glorious to win when you fight alone? Assassins don't need a sense of honor. The thing about face will only kill you. From the beginning , you should go together and take the initiative, maybe the one who died will not be you."

She crawled out of the dead, what is face, is it worth it?Can it keep you alive while being chased and intercepted?Since you can't, what to do with that useless thing is all bullshit.

She said this because she belonged to Xia Yebai. If it was someone else, she would have died by her hands long ago, because she does not allow those who want to harm her to live in this world.

"Xia Yebai, can they kill you?"

Xiyan asked suddenly.

"These people were all trained by the young master, of course you can't kill the young master."

Mo Qing said.

Xiyan chuckled twice, leaned against Xia Yebai's arms, narrowed her eyes dangerously: "Xia Yebai, even if I am not as good as you, I can still kill you."

Xia Yebai trembled all over, and killed him, even though he knew she was just talking casually, he still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, as if entwined with vines, he was about to suffocate.

Only then did Xiyan Xiyan let go of the hand on his waist, walked up to the group of people, and slapped one of them hard.

The man covered the cheek that was slapped by Xiyan, full of anger, turned around and stared at Xiyan fiercely.

It's one thing to admire in my heart, he is a man, and in front of so many people, he was slapped severely by a woman, this...

"A killer is insensitive to pain and insults. Compared with the pain of a sword, this slap is so light."

Back then, after she came out of the dense forest, she had no perception of the outside world at all. She was as cold as a corpse. There was only one thought in her heart, killing and revenge. She was completely reduced to a A tool for killing people, but the Wu family never lacked killers. In order to train her to be a qualified heir, they began to let her contact the crowd. It took three years for her to gradually gain popularity and control her aura.

"When someone provokes you, you get angry. It's just a slap, and you can't stand it. Are you still a killer? The so-called killer is to use everything available to complete the task by any means. In the crowd, I can see that something is wrong with you at the first sight."

Everyone recalled Xiyan's words just now, and looked at Xiyan in the middle in astonishment. There was no sarcasm just now, let alone any contempt.

Xiyan hooked her lips in satisfaction, walked up to the leader, suddenly tore off the daze on her head, and slashed her face with her fingertips. In the dark night, the moss was flying with the wind. Taking a few steps back, staring at Xi Yan with alert eyes: "How did you find out?"

That delicate voice was clearly only for women, and the rest of them stared at their leader and couldn't help but gasped.

"It's very simple, because I also disguised myself as a man, and my maid's face was painted."

Xi Yan waved her finger at the man, not half complacent.

There is a big difference in the physiological structure between women and men. A man who practices martial arts all year round must be very strong, but she is the only one, petite, and her face is not as rough as a man's. The man's hands are so small, and her voice just now is too fake.

"Caiyun, hurry up and pay your respects to Madam."

Caiyun was stunned for a moment, then cast a blank glance at Xia Yebai standing in front of Mo Qing Moli, but Xia Yebai never glanced at her.

"lady."

In the world of killers, the strong are always respected. Just now, everyone has long admired Xiyan. From the moment the young master brought her here, they knew that this is the young master's woman, but they didn't know that the young master was already grown up. Marriage, only such a woman is worthy of a son. Those who only know piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, who are really rich and young ladies with embroidery all day long, even if they are to carry shoes for their sons, they are not qualified.

(End of this chapter)