Chapter 877: Chapter 675: That Night, a Bloody Slaughter

Yun Rong was never moved by the seven emotions of sorrow and grief, so she often lacked tact and offended many people due to her lack of keen observation.

She leaned in slightly, curiously inquiring, “Just what? In the end, during the duel of illusion techniques, did you ever win against your husband?”

Speaking of which, this person is her heart demon. In just a few short years, where did she conjure up a husband from?

Yun Rong thought she never had the worries or troubles of wanting to get married.

How could such a strange heart demon come into being?

Sure enough, as soon as Yun Rong spoke, the gentleness in the eyes of the ‘heart demon’ woman vanished without a trace, as she looked at her and said, “In your eyes, is it only about winning or losing?”

Yun Rong didn’t know why she was angry again, and sighed helplessly, ending this brief exchange.

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The wind blew with a chill, adding a touch of bleak emptiness to the boundless ancient northern forest.

The tired stars shone down on this smoldering land and forest, also reflecting on Ning Feiyan’s dress, faintly stained with blood.

“Crack…” a crisp sound sliced through the air.

A dust-stained embroidered boot stepped upon and shattered a segment of a severed arm.

In this bloodstained battlefield of assassination, despite her body being covered in dust and her clothes mottled with blood, her appearance remained beautiful, her eyebrows and eyes still calm and unhurried.

Earlier, a rain had fallen across the forest, washing away the blood on the ground and leaves.

Yet it could not cleanse the corpse limbs half-buried in the wet soil.

Ning Feiyan’s large coat sleeves hung down, with a fair fingertip extending from the wide cuff, from which blood pearls dripped down.

She gazed warmly at the ground strewn with slaughter, the owners of these severed hands, feet, and even internal organs came from the Mo City Royal Palace, serving as assassins.

These demon clan assassins died in terribly tragic ways, with no intact bodies, faces unrecognizable.

Once away from the royal city, Ning Feiyan’s methods seemed to go beyond just the bloodless soft blade of killing.

As she journeyed, she couldn’t guess how many waves of pursuit she had faced.

Ning Feiyan could easily guess that these were Mi Lu’s orders.

That day in the dungeon when she had so freely provoked him, no man could tolerate such humiliation and anger.

It was expected he would send assassins, and this was within her expectations.

The reason Ning Feiyan made no secret of her flamboyant departure from the city was precisely this reason.

With the Demon Lord’s grand wedding close at hand, Zangxin would undoubtedly stir up a big fuss. The foolish cat, caught in a perilous situation, would still have to worry about protecting the group of human cultivators behind him, making his situation quite difficult.

Now that she had helped deal with this batch of death warriors and assassins, it must have lightened his side considerably.

Of course, that boy might not be able to safely escape and survive this disaster.

Only for Ning Feiyan, leading away these death warriors and assassins was just a trivial convenience.

Whether the foolish cat lives or dies doesn’t matter to her, it’s just that if he lives, he can still be used another day.

So, truly calculating, she was only going this extra mile to resolve later physical needs.

“After all, we were once colleagues working on shared matters, we are merely acting on orders, you must understand the difficulties therein, Lord Ning He.

We all hope to send the lord off cleanly and smoothly, but the method you use of leaving no corpse intact is a bit too much?”

A black-clad death warrior stared closely at Ning Feiyan’s stunningly beautiful face, thinking of those horribly dead brothers, and couldn’t help but feel deep hatred even if he used to be quite easygoing with her.

Ning Feiyan smiled faintly and said, “Leaving a whole corpse is death, and fragmentary remains are also death, since it is all death.

How one dies, how to kill, the decision naturally falls to me.”

She smiled with warmth as she spoke lightly, her face lit with spring warmth, her eyes curved, as if gentle spring rains had lingered in her beautiful eyes.

On her chin was still the rich blood of those she had killed, such a compelling demonically red smile fell on the assassins, inevitably sending a chill down their spines.

Ning Feiyan rarely smiled like this, the lead assassin, an old hand under Zangxin, was quite familiar with dealing with her.

Seeing her in this state, he knew that Ning Feiyan’s smile hid anger.

But what was she angry about?

The ones dead were all his men, her Si He Lord was extraordinarily capable, her injuries were merely a few superficial flesh wounds.

What did she have to be angry about!

Yet she acted so mercilessly!

At this moment, a smart and shrewd subordinate’s eyes flickered as he seemed to realize something. He approached the assassin leader and whispered into his ear:

“My Lord, throughout this journey, Ning Lord killed with discretion, but tonight’s slaughter seems to have been triggered by Xiao Si’s knife.”

Xiao Si was the most adept at stealth and assassination among their group, hiding a palm-length dagger in his sleeve, striking with surprise, often bringing terrifying assassination skills during sieges.

Tonight, as soon as Ning Feiyan reached Beiyuan Forest, she had already gone through seventeen face-to-face pursuits, her body and spirit already tiring.

Thus, in tonight’s battle, the knife hidden in Xiao Si’s sleeve managed to injure her.

But ultimately the knife was so small, and what a person Ning Feiyan was, though ambushed in the siege, she minimized the damage of that knife in an instant, at most it ended up as a minor injury on her body.

Poor Xiao Si, never having missed before, his head was smashed by her palm, his body burst into pieces, died in a ghastly manner, now even the most basic image could hardly be pieced together.

Tonight’s Ning Feiyan possessed an especially thick murderous aura.

Through the subordinate’s prompt, the assassin leader’s gaze shifted, inevitably looking towards Ning Feiyan’s wounded abdomen.

The wound was no longer bleeding, almost as soon as she killed Xiao Si, she swiftly bandaged and staunched the bleeding from that wound.

The subordinate’s eyes flickered, whispering, “Xiao Si’s attack didn’t hit a vital spot, it wasn’t even considered a minor wound for her, yet she’s so anxious and angry, it seems the rumors are true.”

The leader asked, “What rumors?”

“It’s said that after Lord Ning was granted to Lord Si Chen by His Majesty, she was in the enchanting demon’s chaotic period, the two indulged in joy day and night in Chao Mu Hall.

Even when Lord Si Chen was thrown into the dungeon, she couldn’t bear the loneliness, sneaking in at night to indulge in boundless romance with Lord Si Chen, and now the gutter mishap, it seems there’s a secret in her belly.”

“…What?!!” The assassin leader instinctively glanced at Ning Feiyan’s flat, slender abdomen, inwardly noting that it didn’t look at all like the belly of a pregnant person.

The subordinate’s lips curled with a malicious smile, coldly saying, “His Majesty’s grand wedding is imminent, Lord Si Chen is His Majesty’s personally chosen Phoenix Prince, what His Majesty hasn’t even touched, Lord Ning has sampled several times of freshness first.

This rushed departure from the palace could be precisely to avoid His Majesty’s thunderous wrath. Lord Si He is hard to kill, but needing to protect her belly, caution is inevitable.

To complete the Young Lord’s task, we just need to focus on her belly, and she’ll surely expose a fatal weakness.”