Chapter Thirty-Eight: Joining Forces

en were just too rigid, unable to adapt. Otherwise, with Si Tu Wan'er's beauty, who wouldn't fall under her spell"Forget it, with your personality, I'm afraid you'll scare away the young master. I'm w...His blood-red eyes narrowed, Jun Li's gaze in the depths of night resembled a tranquil pool, but a fleeting flash of murderous intent passed through them. This woman was practically fearless, repeatedly provoking his limits.

Su Qingying's delicate eyebrows arched slightly. She hadn't missed the murderous intent in that demonic eye just now. With a light smile, she showed no fear, "Jun Liye, I advise you not to make trouble. If I die, you will definitely be buried with me. Your poison can only be cured by me! For your own life, you have to protect me."

"Humph, you're quite the schemer." Jun Liye's lips curled into a mocking smirk. Su Qingying met his gaze unflinchingly, neither submissive nor arrogant, neither boastful nor agitated.

After a long silence, Jun Li finally spoke, her voice cold and laced with the chilling chill of blood: "Your head will remain on your neck for now. If you cannot cure my poison, I will make you wish for death!"

"Then you'd better wait and see!" Su Qingying smiled faintly, unaware that her back was already damp with perspiration.

This Jun Liye is truly too dangerous, it compels her to raise twelve points of vigilance against him.

For her own sake, Jun Liye wouldn't let her die here. Encircling her waist, he flew toward the rooftop. Though his internal energy was sealed, his light work remained unaffected.

After reaching the rooftop, Jun Liye left Su Qingying behind. She tossed her sleeves aside and sat casually on the roof. Her right leg was slightly bent, and her right hand rested lazily on her right thigh. Every movement she made exuded an incomparable elegance and sophistication.

A gust of wind whipped up as a dozen black-clad men, each wielding gleaming blades, approached Su Ling's sleeping quarters. They moved silently, their feet barely touching the ground, making it clear they were assassins.

Su Qingying's phoenix eyes narrowed, revealing a cold glint. She removed the pearl flower from her jet-black hair and squatted beside Jun Liye, her voice soft yet laced with a hint of command. "Hey, Jun Liye, I know you're skilled in combat. Could you use these pearl flowers to take them all out"

Jun Liye glanced at the bead flower on her bare hand. On her smooth, jade-like arm, that scarlet patch of Datura was seductively alluring.

Jun Liye didn't say anything. "They are all killers, well-trained. Do you think they're incompetent just because of these few beads"

"Rest assured, dealing with them will be more than enough with these pearl flowers," Su Qingying's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "I am proficient in all the acupoints of the human body and know which ones are the death points. You just need to listen to my commands and shoot these pearl flowers. They have too many people, and my pearl flowers are not enough, but for you, a master like you, it should not be a problem to let a single pearl flower hit several people continuously."

"You better be certain, if you stir up trouble I won't hold back." He casually took the beaded flower from her hand, pinching two between his fingers. The smooth pearls reflected a chilling ruthlessness in his grasp.

"Just wait and see," Su Qingying pointed at the few assassins closest to them, her red lips curving into a smile. "Baihui point, Shenting point, Dumpling Gate point, the second Fengchi point from the bottom corner, Renying point..."

Under Su Qingying's soft whispers, people kept falling silently, causing the assassins below to be on high alert. They were all so many, yet none knew how their companions had died!

"Who might the expert be, could you come out and meet us" As the pearl flower kept flipping between Jun Liye's fingers, almost half of the people had already died, and the assassins instantly became uneasy.

Jun Liye's blood eyes deepened slightly. Although these people had lost their lives in Jun Liye's hands, he knew very well that the woman beside him, who was still faintly smiling at the pile of corpses, was the true killer.

This woman is really not simple! Could it be that she has been pretending to be crazy all these yearswasn't afraid at all that she would be blamed by Su Chengming for leaving like this, although he wouldn't really blame her."Xier, where is Mo Xuan" Back at Chao Yang Palace, Su Qingying truly missed...