The five people looked at the man on the bed with expectant eyes.
Who is it? Tell us, who is it?
The man with a long scar on his face slowly raised his head, his eyes gloomy, and spoke in a hoarse voice: "I don’t know either, the person was masked, couldn’t see clearly."
Che, obviously doesn’t want to say.
Lu He didn’t want to force him either and quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of my time on Yandang Mountain, it was really tragic. Do you know what happened after I killed the fierce tiger?"
This reversal immediately attracted attention, and the faces of the little ones were filled with big question marks.
"After that tiger died, its good brother appeared, a bear two meters tall, even stronger than the tiger I killed..."
Zhao Jun, lying on the bed, closed his eyes, indicating that whatever she said was right...
Until it was almost ten o’clock at night, Ah Tao and Ming Yan came to call them, reminding the little masters they still had to go to the Imperial College tomorrow, and shouldn’t stay up late. Only then did the people in Tangli Garden disperse, each returning to their rooms to sleep.
The crescent moon in the sky hung like a hook, faintly visible among the white clouds, with a few stars accompanying it. A light breeze brushed by, and the garden was engulfed in darkness!
The people had all left.
Roughly half an hour later!
Wang Mao, who was crouching in the tree, stood up, took a short dagger from his boot, and using Qinggong, leapt gently down to the window beside the main house, his sharp eyes peering through the inadequately closed window sash, looking inside.
He could vaguely see someone already asleep. One hand grasped the window frame, and like a nimble swallow, he leapt down, landing stealthily inside, and raised the short dagger to move towards the bed.
"I haven’t mentioned anything about Prince An to anyone. After you kill me, you can return to Master Lin and stop recklessly killing innocents."
The room was shrouded in darkness, and just as the black-clad man was within two meters of the bed, a hoarse voice sounded!
Listening carefully for any sound and finding none, Wang Mao, being a Hidden Guard with a peculiar hobby of reading storybooks, knew the routine that hesitating in action would lead to a counterattack. He strode quickly to stab the man on the bed, but as the blade rose and fell, he felt a numbness at his tiger’s mouth, being forcefully shaken away. A crutch came at him, and with a kick off the bed, he barely dodged, flying back two meters.
"You didn’t agree to my terms, and I don’t wish to die by your hand. My legs are crippled, and she insisted on leaving me a crutch, saying it could be handy in an emergency. Unexpectedly, it became my weapon."
The hoarse voice chuckled mockingly in the night.
Wang Mao had been present when his legs were broken, knowing this person was highly skilled in martial arts. At that time, his father was used to threaten him, forcing surrender. Now, Wang Mao could only act swiftly: "Alright, I agree to your terms, so be at ease and accept your death, give me your life."
He quickly raised the knife again to stab at the person on the bed, who closed his eyes, resigned to death.
Both parties were willing, the knife getting closer, success was just a step away!
A stone, carrying force, struck the hand holding the short dagger. It was an ordinary stone.
But, when thrown by a master with inner strength, it became a stone with tremendous attacking power.
Pain shot through the joints of the hand struck, and the knife fell to the ground.
This was not the power of an ordinary person.
Wang Mao’s sharp eyes looked out the window, calmly demanding: "Who?"
A middle-aged man slowly walked to the window’s threshold, the crescent moon’s faint light couldn’t reveal his features, only vaguely showing his plump silhouette: "With me here, you are destined not to kill this person tonight. Leave quickly."
The soft voice seemed to say: Have you had supper?
Within the tone, there was confidence in his martial arts skills.
The mantis catches the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.