Peerless Conceited God

Ying Qianxue opened her eyes. Her charming eyes were like silk, looking at Tang Xiaohu in a daze, as she slowly stuck her face to him.

There was a little deer jumping around in Tang Xiaohu's heart, and he was a little nervous. His body became stiff, and he didn't know what to do.

Tang Xiaohu looked at Ying Qianxue who had a strange posture and watched her for a while. She only felt that she was getting more beautiful the more she looked, but was suddenly shocked in her heart. She immediately shook her head, regained some of her senses and helped Ying Qianxue up, but just as she was about to let go of Ying Qianxue and fall, she was held in her arms and asked: "Miss Shadow, are you alright?"

Weird, after shouting twice in succession, he didn't come out. This isn't normal. Could it be that there isn't a single servant in this huge courtyard?

Tang Xiaohu released his Insight and frowned slightly. He really did not have a single person, so he had no choice but to do it himself. Carrying the woman in his arms, he walked towards the house.

They quickly found Ying Qianxue's room. Upon entering, they could smell a faint fragrance, this was not the scent of a flower nor a bag, but the smell of Ying Qianxue's body, causing them to be intoxicated.

From the arrangement of the room, Ying Qianxue seemed to be a very simple person. The most eye-catching thing in the room was a large round bed, and a pink muslin cloth covered the entire bed.

Tang Xiaohu embraced Ying Qianxue as he bent over, carefully placing her on the bed. Just as he was about to get up and leave, his hands went through the back of his neck and hugged Ying Qianxue tightly. Ying Qianxue exhaled like an orchid as she said: "Don't go, accompany me."

Tang Xiaohu looked at Ying Qianxue and confirmed that she was really asleep. Maybe she just had a dream.

A beauty quietly laid on the bed. She could do whatever she wanted. There were a few men in the world who could bear it, and a few men who were gentlemen.

Under the effects of the alcohol, Tang Xiaohu's heart was moved. He felt his body heat up to the point that his forehead started to sweat.

Ying Qianxue's lips slightly opened, exhaling hot air onto Tang Xiaohu's face.

Tang Xiaohu could not control himself and lowered his head to kiss Ying Qianxue's lips. Suddenly, Ying Qianxue's head moved to the side, and ingeniously avoided the kiss, and with that action, Tang Xiaohu instantly regained his senses, cursing himself in his heart, taking advantage of others being in danger, he was no different from a beast.

He took a last glance at the beauty on the bed and sighed, then said: "Ying Qianxue, drink less wine in the future, and if you meet me today, it could also be considered your luck. If it was anyone else, they would have certainly eaten you." Shaking his head, he turned around and walked out of the room.

When he had just left, Ying Qianxue immediately sat up, his eyes had some suspicions, he did not look like he was drunk at all, he snorted and thought: "You stinking man, at least you are an honest man, if not I will make you regret it." In his heart, he had a good impression of Tang Xiaohu.

After Tang Xiaohu left Wan Feng Courtyard, he did not immediately return to the inn. Instead, he walked alone in the cold wind.

In the past, the Moyuan City was extremely lively day and night. Until the incident with the red robed men, ordinary people would lock their rooms tightly at night, not daring to come out and stroll around.

"Clang clang!"

"The sky is dry, so be careful of the fire."

In addition to the night watchers, there was also a patrol team sent by the mayor's mansion on the streets. They patrolled 24 hours a day to ensure the safety of the citizens of the city.

Thus, the patrol became a decoration.

The night was especially quiet. Tang Xiaohu's figure seemed rather frail under the cold wind as he slowly walked down the street. His sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through even the walls.

"Red clothed man, who exactly are you?" Tang Xiaohu's heart was in a mess. If this red-clothed person was really Bao Er, then what should he do?

Standing together with Bao`er in the end, advancing and retreating together, all the living under the heavens, what does it have to do with me.

Perhaps, Bao`er had not been possessed enough, and there was still room for manoeuvre. If he stopped her in time, he would be able to find his way back.

Suddenly, Tang Xiaohu felt a shadow move behind him. When he turned around to look, he saw that it had disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, the blood-red light extended into a figure. There was indeed someone behind it.

Tang Xiaohu was shocked and the alcohol immediately dissipated by a bit. He held Xue Sha in his hand and coldly said: "Come out."

Tang Xiaohu felt that it was a little strange, he frowned and suddenly turned around, at the same time, he thrust his sword towards the person on the roof.

The distance between the two was not more than thirty meters, when Tang Xiaohu's body flashed, because of his speed, he left behind afterimages, and was about to stab the man's chest, but the opponent did not move, as though he did not place Tang Xiaohu in his eyes.

Wrong

Tang Xiaohu felt that there was something wrong with this man, if he did not pull the sword back in time, it would have pierced through his opponent's body.

The man's eyes were closed, his face was blue, and there was a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.

'Could it be … '

Tang Xiaohu frowned. He walked forward quickly and used his hands to probe the man's breathing. Sure enough, his life force was gone, he was already a dead man.

All of a sudden, the man's body was blown away by a strange wind, he fell down, then rolled down from the house, with a pa sound, he landed on the ground with his back facing up, Tang Xiaohu could finally see clearly, there was a fist-sized hole on his back.

Tang Xiaohu thought: "How could this be?"

His cold gaze looked around, but he didn't see anyone suspicious. Just who was the figure that had just moved? It was impossible for the corpse to move on its own.