Chapter 7: The Demonic Envoy

  She paused for a moment. "Once, I saw you crush a stone with one hand, and I didn't understand. You obviously have such great power, so why are you willing to be bullied? So I thought that if I followed you, if I could stir up your hatred towards the Second Princess, then I could take revenge."

  Nalan Xixi slightly raised an eyebrow. This woman had shown her hand.

  She understood that Ou Ye was trying to be completely honest about his intentions. Firstly, he had already succeeded, and secondly, he still wanted to cooperate with her, or rather, he still had a use for Nalan Xinnuo.

  A woman with such a mind must also be an ambitious woman. It seems that her goal is also in Luotian Country.

  Well, in this world, she temporarily needs a partner, and Ou Yue is quite suitable. Since their interests won't conflict with each other, it's fine to use each other, and being able to achieve their respective goals without conflicting is a good way of cooperation, isn't it?

  "Uh, it's getting late, you should head back first." Nalan Xianyu nodded, her tone calm.

  She looked at Nalan Xinnuo's expressionless face with some confusion, unable to discern his emotions. She didn't know how he would deal with her; if there was a hint of killing intent in his eyes or if he would make a move, it would be painful, but at least it would be over. However, he seemed to have no intention of doing anything at the moment, and this uncertainty was often the most terrifying thing.

  Nalan Xixi didn't intend to explain any further, she turned around and walked in another direction. Yuan Yue quietly watched her back figure gradually move away, holding her breath.

  One step... ten steps... twenty steps. Already at a distance where she couldn't be killed, did she... let her go?

  "Princess!" Yuexing almost blurted out when Nalan Xinnuo was twenty steps away.

  Nalan Xixi stopped in her tracks and turned back with a dignified expression, causing Yuan Yue to hesitate for half a second. "Since you've long suspected me, why did you still keep me by your side and even helped me hurt the Second Princess..."

  Yuè stood there, her voice sounded a bit ethereal in the wind. She gazed at Nalan Xianyu not far away, and a hint of smile flashed across the bottom of her eyes, making her feel a chill run down her spine.

  "Let's just calculate." Her voice was indifferent, as if the entire world was an insignificant existence like sand.

  Having said that, she turned around and continued walking forward. In just a moment of astonishment, her figure was no longer there.

  Yes, it's a deal, she is Nalan Xinnuo, how could she be willing to be used by others? Of course, because this person also has utilitarian value for her, and what she did was just what she had always wanted to do.

  As she thought of this, Ruan Yue suddenly smiled. A self-mocking smile. Immediately following, her smile abruptly froze. What she was now facing was the direction where Nalan Xinxin had just left, which was towards the palace gate.

  At the gate, the guards saw that it was Nalan Xianuo and didn't even dare to ask a question. They just knelt down in unison with a "click" as she approached and said, "Long live the princess."

  Nalan Xinnuo walked out of the palace gates with a look of indifference, her hand clutching the bottle tightening slightly as she quickened her pace.

  She was going to the relay station where the envoy of Luotian Kingdom stayed.

  Last time's imperial concubine selection she didn't attend, afterwards she also offended that envoy, so tomorrow if he knows the second and third princess can't go, he'll ask her to substitute for Ruo Yue, then he will still jump over Nalan Xianyu, only bringing Ruo Yue along, therefore there is only one way.

  Let his dog eyes never see what is beauty and what is ugliness again.

  Arrived at the inn, it was already deep into the night.

  The several guards in front of the inn also began to slack off, gathering together to drink and chat.

  Next to a large banyan tree, Nalan Xianuo raised her head and glanced at the window of the second-floor guest room with the character "Tian" on it. It was pitch black, and it seemed that people had already fallen asleep.

  She took out a leather mask and put it on her face. This was made by the people in the palace according to the 24th century special forces' mask, covering only the upper half of her face, with two areas carved out around the eyes, without affecting observation.

  Unlike those ancient people who wrapped a piece of cloth around their nose and mouth, suffocating themselves to death before being killed by others.

  She aimed at the rooftop, exerted her legs and jumped up, her toes lightly touching the branches of the fig tree, instantly soaring to a higher level, and landed steadily and nimbly on the rooftop. The whole movement took less than half a second, without making any sound.

  Ordinary people practicing qinggong often rely on the strength of their legs and objects to make large jumps. The height and duration of these jumps are limited. However, Nalan Xixi's body is different.

  Her strength comes from within, not just her muscles. Actions that others find very strenuous, she can complete with ease. She can jump to the height of a three-story building with one-tenth of her strength and fly on rooftops for a whole day and night without stopping, as long as she has food.

  She had only seen qinggong on TV before and didn't understand the techniques involved.

  She had originally planned to practice seriously, so as not to be at a disadvantage in this regard. However, when on the first day she easily cleared a wall of over ten meters with one jump, she felt that she had been thinking too much.

  Nalan Xixi's body has this advantage, that surge of inner energy that can erupt at any time can make you abandon any technique. As long as you follow your heart, all you need to know is what you want to do.

  It seems that this youngest female general has crossed over into her body, and it's not a bad deal either.

  She gently lifted the tiles on the roof, and inside, it was a dull gray. The moonlight passed through the open window and hit the ground, and the silver mist mixed with the floating dust in the air made her unable to see the scene on the bed clearly.

  Never mind, let's go in first!

  Nalan Xixiao pulled out a short sword from his waist, leaped up and landed on the branch of a nearby fig tree. After a brief pause, he aimed at the window and jumped in.

  Crossing the moonlight, she walked to the bedside, where the person on the bed was lying on their side with their back to her, their body rising and falling evenly with each breath.

  Nalan Xixiao's hand stopped abruptly as she reached into her waist.

  No! No way! This breathing sound... isn't something you'd have in a deep sleep.

  When people are in a deep sleep, their breathing is naturally slightly heavier than usual. But at this moment, the person on the bed was extremely cautious, fully focused and vigilant!

  What's the big deal, a mere vassal, can't even be considered a master with exceptional skills? She has already recovered more than half of her killing skills and with this body, she can handle anyone with ease.

  She was just about to raise her hand and take the short sword over when suddenly, her movements stopped again. There's someone in the corridor!

  What's wrong! Did they know we were coming? Was there an ambush?! It turns out that I underestimated the people of Luotian country.

  She quickly turned around, preparing to escape from the window. At this time, she couldn't show off and couldn't make a big deal out of things.

  Suddenly! A swift gust of wind flashed behind her, and Nalan Xian'er quickly dodged to the side. A black whip swept past in front of her eyes, its speed so fast that even she was shocked. The whip's tip struck the window frame nearby, producing a crisp cracking sound.

  And with a crack, the window frame shattered into four or five pieces as it came into contact with the whip.

  What a powerful force! She should be someone with internal strength, and her internal strength should be very profound. When fighting, she may not necessarily have the upper hand.

  Although she dodged it, it also hindered her escape. The person behind her didn't hesitate for a moment and pounced on her at the moment the whip was drawn, and is now about to get close to her.

  Want to compare speed? Well, let me show you what's fast.

  Looking ahead, Nalan Xixi stopped in her tracks, her back to herself. Just as she was about to pounce and capture her, a dark figure suddenly appeared, shouting "Not good!" But it was too late.

  Nalan Xixi let out a cold laugh, and just as the figure behind her was about to pounce, she suddenly spun around with a ghostly movement. In the blink of an eye, a muffled groan mixed with the faint sound of tearing fabric echoed through the room.

  Before he could turn around, Nalan Xinnuo had already jumped past him in the opposite direction and reached the window, with a triumphant smile at the corner of his mouth.

  Nalan Xixiao looked at the man who suddenly stumbled and fell not far away, feeling a thrill of schadenfreude in her heart. However, when he turned his head back, her smile gradually froze on her face.

  Under the silver moonlight, that chiseled face had a pair of deep green eyes like amber, which in the moonlight, was as cold and menacing as a wild beast in the jungle.

  Delicate facial features outlined a devilishly charming face, and at this moment, the charm on him brought out the natural cold arrogance and king-like aura, domineering to the point where people dared not breathe.

  A subtle combination of elegance and heroic spirit, unparalleled in the world.

  Nalan Xixi's eyes were cold as she stared at the man in front of her, his hand covering her bleeding shoulder, and he gazed back at her calmly.

  He actually dodged it. That sword was supposed to cut his throat, was supposed to be fatal! And he, actually dodged it! The worst part is, she even forgot to escape the moment she saw his face!

  She, the first special mercenary of the 24th century, the youngest female general, has seen countless people in her life and killed countless people.

  There has never been a person who can truly be seen in her eyes, and there is no one who can survive under her single move.

  But this demon-like man in front of her broke her record in an instant.

  As she was quickly thinking in her heart whether to go up and kill him or escape first, the people in the corridor began to walk towards this side. She bit her lip, turned around and jumped onto the opposite rooftop, stepping on the moonlight and leaving.

  She ran at a speed that was too fast, the evening wind blowing roughly against her eyes, dry and stinging. However, this body could only run faster and faster, and slowing down required deliberate control.

  But now she just wants to run as far away as possible, as if she is unwilling to see that group of idiots from the 24th century again.

  Those who died in the explosion and this one sword that did not kill her would become her nightmares from now on, proving to be the two greatest shames of her life.

  After running for a long time, she was almost out of the city. There was a forest by the city gate. Nalan Xianuo turned around and rushed towards the forest. All the way, she kept thinking about one thing: who was that person?

  She didn't believe that a messenger from Luotian Kingdom could have such a disastrous face and possess extraordinary skills. Moreover, that aura was not something anyone could have.