Seeing that Qianxun only glanced at herself but showed no intention to strike up a conversation, the middle-aged man took the initiative to chat with her.
"Hello, my name is Gu Yong. I haven’t had the honor to ask for your names? Especially this miss, you look somewhat familiar to me," Gu Yong said, looking at Qianxun.
He always felt as though he had seen her somewhere before.
But such a beautiful girl, if he had seen her before, he should have had a deep impression.
Hearing Gu Yong’s words, Ruan Mianmian looked seemingly gentle but was actually on guard as she responded, "It’s not surprising. Our Qianxun is an artist; maybe you’ve seen her photo somewhere."
Upon hearing this, Gu Yong suddenly showed a look of realization, "So that’s why!"
Then he said, "Miss Qianxun is so beautiful, I believe she will definitely become a popular star in the future!"
"Thank you for your kind words," Ruan Mianmian said with a slight smile.
And at that moment, Qianxun just gave him a faint nod.
She then took out her phone, pretending to play with it when in reality, she typed out a line of text in the messaging box.
"This man is a martial artist, he has killed before." After typing the message, Qianxun nudged Ruan Mianmian to take a look.
Ruan Mianmian barely restrained herself from turning back to look at Gu Yong.
But she held back that impulse with all her might.
Although she was a rabbit demon, so far, apart from having killed chickens, ducks, and geese for meat in the past, she had truly never touched a human life.
This man looked pretty gentle-looking, yet unexpectedly, his hands were blood-stained.
She had no idea how Qianxun could tell.
Actually, it wasn’t that Qianxun had exceptionally keen eyesight or anything.
During the Xia Dynasty, she had seen too many guards and soldiers with blood on their hands, so she was naturally able to distinguish people with lives on their hands when she encountered them.
However, the reason she warned Ruan Mianmian to be wary of this man was because, although he looked benign, there was a fierce gleam in his eyes.
Though he thought he hid it well, to a master of physiognomy, such disguise was negligible.
Afterward, Gu Yong tried to continue the conversation with the two women, but at that moment, both Qianxun and Ruan Mianmian took out their earphones, ready to listen to music and rest.
Seeing this, Gu Yong had no choice but to give up on chatting with them, but his gaze would occasionally dart over to them.
Qianxun, with her sharp senses, could feel Gu Yong’s occasional glances even with her eyes closed. Right then, her vigilance intensified.
What on earth does this man want? Why is he staring at her ?
And amid Qianxun’s suspicions, after more than three hours of flight, they were about to arrive at an airport near the Gobi Desert in another hour.
During this time, the flight attendant had come by twice, asking if anyone needed tea or water.
It was then that Qianxun, who had her eyes closed until then, suddenly opened them wide.
Although the airplane was somewhat noisy, her hearing was extremely sharp; just now, she had heard a woman’s cry of alarm.
At that moment, Gu Yong, who was sitting across the aisle, calmly unbuckled his seatbelt and reached into his suit pants pocket.
The next instant, he stood up.
Those unaware might think he was heading to the restroom.
But when he got up, he abruptly grabbed Qianxun’s right arm and pressed a sharp Swiss Army Knife against her neck.
"Unbuckle your seatbelt and stand up!" Gu Yong ordered coldly at that moment.