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Chapter 8: Enemy or Friend
Shui Yanqing's heart was beating violently, she reached out to touch her pocket, where was the only thing she brought, the anti-wolf artifact.

Even if she dies, she will have to put a back on her back!

Suddenly, Shuiyan heard a crisp sound of the sword being drawn out of its sheath, and it screamed upwards, attracting waves of mysterious water in the sky!

The sharp sword light of the sword swayed for thousands of miles under the direct moonlight, sweeping across the boundless desert, raising a wall of dust that stretched for miles like a mountain!

Immediately, Shui Yanqing noticed that the rain of arrows had stopped suddenly, and the last arrow fell to her feet weakly with a "pop--".

She picked up the arrow, and the tail of the arrow was slightly worn away. It seemed that it was an assassination.

why?
The black stone in her pocket was slightly hot, she frowned.

Patting the dust off her body, she quickly turned around and stood up.

Impressively in sight, is the figure of a slender man holding a sword.

Moonlight spreads hot golden yellow all over the place.

The thick smell of blood diffused in the scalding golden wind of the desert, spreading and evaporating the breath of death, and the sand and gravel unconsciously covered up the red blood that had not yet solidified in the future.

The sword-wielding man took out a transparent glass vial from his cuff, and by the moonlight, a bright green liquid was refracted, like a restless devil, writhing and struggling in the tightly closed glass vial.

Slender fingers gently unscrewed the red sandalwood cork, and a wisp of dark green smoke came out enchantingly, a pungent suffocating smell!

Shui Yanqing frowned, but didn't cover her nose, but stood behind the man, keeping a safe distance, and didn't ask a question about her doubts.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or my own overthinking, but the luxuriously dressed man doesn't have any accessories that symbolize his status on his slender fingers, nor does he have any around his waist.

A person who doesn't know whether he is an enemy or a friend, even if he saves his life, Shui Yanqing will remain vigilant.

This is the law of survival.

The man holding the sword slightly tilted the vial of the dark green liquid, a drop of liquid flowed down, and landed on the corpse of the dead man chasing him, like greedy ants eating away at the soulless body in an instant, without end Constantly looking for the next target!
Wherever the liquid went, there was a sound like burning, and white smoke with a rotten smell rose up. Within the time of a cup of tea, a corpse turned into a puddle of blood, which penetrated into the In the sand, there is no trace.

He is turning into a corpse!

Shui Yanqing felt that the black stone in her pocket was slightly warmer than before. For some reason, her heart beat faster and faster, which made her wary of the man in front of her.

She secretly grasped the anti-wolf magic in her trouser pocket, which is the only weapon she can rely on at present.

"You, what's your name?" After disposing of dozens of corpses as if nothing had happened, the man with the sword covered the red sandalwood plug, put it back on his cuff calmly, and asked for water as if he was chatting about "what to eat today". Yan Qing question.

Obviously, he is used to things like killing people.

"My name is Shui Yanqing." She answered truthfully.

After all, if you say a name, you won't be put into a gourd and turned into water.

"Oh? As far as I know, Qi...doesn't have a surname named Shui?" The sword-wielding man turned around, and the moonlight shone on his face, a delicate mask.

Exquisite - can't see any valuable information.

(End of this chapter)