Chapter Sixty: Who's Afraid of Whom, Master or Servant?
our workshop.""Murderer…" Li Yun murmured these words, he had heard that woman mention something about a murderer earlier too. It seemed like something really bad had happened in the weapon workshop,...Fu Zi Mo frowned, raised his hand as if to knock her unconscious, but as he lifted it, it hesitated and did not fall. In the end, he let out a sigh, "Forget it, this love-inducing poison isn't hard to cure. You are already this king's woman. This time, I will be your antidote."
In the house, the lingering ambiguity gradually dissipated.
No one saw, as the curtains on the bed were drawn down, that for a fleeting moment, Qin Luoyan's eyes had flashed with a moment of lucidity.
Thank goodness, thank goodness. She clutched the porcelain shard, using the pain to keep herself sharp, and played her part, giving Fu Zimo a taste of this elaborate ruse. Thankfully, thankfully, he arrived just in time.
She knew that a cunning and ruthless man like King Wu Xuan would never so easily believe someone's sincerity, even if she confessed during her delirium. It wouldn't soften this man's iron heart, but... she didn't care. She wasn't after his love; she had always wanted only his trust.
Getting trust is much easier than getting sincerity.
When the Taoist nuns in the temple still had no idea what was going on, a burly man with a long sword suddenly burst in, scaring them pale.
Their cries successfully awakened everyone in the courtyard who was resting. In a short while, two or thirty women, all yawning, gathered in the courtyard. However, when they saw the corpse of a companion placed in the middle of the courtyard, everyone instantly lost their sleepiness.
“Ah!” the women cried out in terror.
The elderly Taoist priestess stumbled through the crowd and into the center of the courtyard. Seeing the Taoist priestess whose throat had been crushed, she angrily pointed at the man standing on the long corridor holding a sword and shouted: "Where did you come from, you blind fool Do you know who this place belongs to"
"Blind fool" Kaneki let out a cold snort, raising his sword higher. "And do you even know who I am"
The first to react was the young nun who had opened the door for Qin Luoyan earlier. She tugged at the old nun's sleeve and said, "This man is the older brother of that woman, I just didn't expect him to be a skilled martial artist."
“Who are you to run wild in our place You’re asking for death!” The old Taoist nun stood tall, looking down at Jin Mu with disdain. She then shouted to the other nuns behind her, “You bunch of cowards, go and kill this man!”
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that those few nuns were different from the others. Most of the women here were in their twenties, full of youth. Only those nuns were in their thirties, and their appearance was not outstanding. Now it seems that they were simply the thugs of this Taoist temple, far from the ordinary companion girls.
Several people stepped forward and surrounded Kinkaku. Unfortunately, before they could make a move, Kinkaku roared and charged at them with his sword raised. Only then did they realize that this man was far beyond their capabilities.
In just a few moments, several thugs were hacked to death on the spot, their limbs scattered among the Taoist nuns, causing several of the more timid ones to faint.
Jinmu, a soldier who emerged from the battlefield, naturally possessed a certain bandit-like air. This scene instantly caused the remaining Daoist nuns to kneel and beg for mercy.
The old nun was also frightened, trembling and pointing at him, "You, you, you dare to kill our people My master will definitely not let you go! If you leave now, I, we will let bygones be bygones..."
"Arrogant fool! Who cares who your master is, anyone who messes with my master is going to die!" Jinmu spat a mouthful of saliva. Compared to the master Who's afraid of whom Prince Wu Xuan's name, besides that one in the palace, who dares to move against him
"You, who is your master" The old Taoist nun didn't expect this person to have a master either.
Jin Mu let out a cold snort, and said faintly, “King Wu Xuan.”
Three words, spoken with such force that the old nun was frightened and fell to the ground! At that moment, she knew it was over, everything here was over. She slapped the young nun beside her hard, "It's all your fault, you stupid thing! You angered the evil spirit!"
“I, I don’t know where…” The Taoist nun was also wronged, scrambling to Jinmu's side and begging for mercy, “Big brother, please forgive us. We were just doing what we were told, we had no choice. Big brother, your sister is in that room. You go in and save her now, maybe, maybe it’s not too late…”
They still didn't know that Fu Zimu had already entered the room. It was a pity, because if they really waited until this time to go in, it would be too late to save anyone.
Perhaps to confirm her words were too unreliable, the door to the room creaked open slowly.
Fu Zi Mo, with his tall and handsome figure, walked out horizontally holding Qin Luo Yan. Even the way he lifted his foot to step over the doorsill was graceful, making others feel ashamed of their own clumsiness.
"Jin Mu, why are you so slow It's just dealing with some trash, you don't have to take so long." Fu Zi Mo spoke without even glancing at the bloody scene on the ground, he just carried the already unconscious Qin Luo Yan towards the exit.
His appearance plunged those who still clung to a sliver of hope into absolute despair. The man before them radiated a chilling indifference to life, his very presence suggesting he wouldn't hesitate to slaughter them all.
"My subordinates are incompetent!" Jin Mu bowed his head in apology and asked, "Your Highness, there are others behind them. Shall we leave any alive"
Fu Zi Mo let out a cold snort, "What use are any living mouths It's just a dirty old Taoist temple. What, can't my people even find out who's behind this"
"The prince makes sense," Jinmu said, turning and walking step by step towards the old Taoist nun.
Fu Zi Mo held Qin Luo Yan and walked out of the backyard, ignoring the pained roars coming from behind.
That night, Qin Luoyan slept very poorly. In her hazy dreams, she always dreamed that everyone in the Taoist temple was killed, with blood everywhere, limbs scattered everywhere, and screams of pain...
When she awoke, it was the morning of the next day. She had been roused by the sound of chanting, which was both orderly and resonant.
She opened her eyes and flew, discovering herself in a strange room. Before she could figure out what had happened, Wuyings face gradually enlarged before her eyes.
"Sister!" Yisheng's voice was filled with excitement and heartache.
Seeing him, Qin Luoyan's heart settled down, and she gradually relaxed. "Good boy,"
"Sister…" Yisheng seemed to have something to say, but he was hesitant.
"What's wrong" Qin LuoYan mustered her strength and gave him a faint smile.
Yisheng hesitated for a moment before pointing towards the door. "That old bald donkey said you're a disaster!"
What old bald donkey, what calamity Qin Luoyan heard him speak vaguely, her confusion growing even deeper.
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