Fang Wan looked at the grass under his feet, his face revealing a hint of depth. He had never seen this grass seal, which proved that the formation had been broken.

Who broke the formation? Was it intentional or unintentional, and where has he gone now?

Fang Wan picked up a drop of water from the ground and sniffed it gently. The smell of trees, normal. The smell of the grass, normal. The smell of blood, normal. And so on the smell of blood.

Fang Wan's eyes flashed slightly, the smell came from that side, he looked up, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then walked forward.

Soon, a dark shadow passed before his eyes. It's the maid.

The maid, who was tending to his wounds, was visibly surprised to see him. Fang Wan's eyes narrowed slightly, the cold light flashed in his hand, and a long knife appeared and attacked the waiting girl unceremoniously, extremely fierce.

The maid's eyes narrowed slightly. Fang Wan seemed to be extremely powerful, using all his strength, but in fact, his steps were illusory, and he could retreat at any time if something was wrong, which was a temptation.

The maid was like a silent sculpture, motionless as the light of the knife approached her forehead.

Just as the blade was about to fall on the door in front of her, she didn't dodge, and raised her hand to make a sword.

The sword was simple, unpretentious, and seemed to have no skill to speak of.

However, in the face of this sword that seemed to be nothing, Fang Wan was shocked. He stepped back, and something shocking to him happened, and he couldn't dodge it.

No matter where he hid, the sword moves would track him endlessly. The speed was so fast that before he could figure out a way to avoid it, these sword moves slashed towards the long knife.

Fang Wan hurriedly retreated.

It was too late, and the sword move landed on the long knife impartially, and it was obviously a slight slash, but he heard the sound of metal shattering.

Fang Wan was still clutching the hilt of the knife, but the blade had been broken.

The powerful sword aura shook his arm numb, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes. He felt powerlessness. The opponent used only one move to make him unable to dodge and destroyed his weapon. He didn't feel a trace of cultivation in the other party's body, and the other party's behavior really didn't look like a person who didn't have cultivation. Then with only one possibility, the other party's cultivation is unfathomable.

Fang Wan was about to run away, but found a trace of pain on the maid's face, and then blood soaked out of her shoulder, as if the stitched wound had cracked.

The maid held her shoulder with one hand, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in her eyes, and then she pulled her legs and ran.

The maid had the same smell of blood on her body, and she was injured, although she didn't need to be identified by smell at this time, after all, her black clothes now exuded a faint red, and it looked like a fresh wound.

There was a faint light blue cold light flickering under Fang Wan's eyes. He couldn't see through it.

Who could have allowed a peerless master to suffer such a serious injury. Could it be that there are people in this jungle who have cultivated to a higher level? He may not have imagined that there are people in this world who just have different brain structures, and would rather be injured than gamble on the thrill between life and death!

Fang Wan blinked, with the strength of the other party, he could completely kill himself, and now he must be unable to cope if he chooses to escape. So he took a step after him, slowly clenching the other knife at his waist in his hand.

Then, the two staged a chase race from the inside.

Fang Wan's long knife swung out in the wind, and a jet-black cold light went straight to the maid's head.

The maid seemed to have lost too much blood and her steps slipped, and she staggered, neither fast nor slow, and the cold light just crossed her head.

A hint of suspicion flashed in Fang Wan's heart, was it a coincidence?

There were thousands of thoughts in his heart, and the long knife in his hand had been swung horizontally with the change of moves.

The maid slipped and retreated quickly, dodging the sword qi.

Fang Wan's face changed, she could still be so flexible under this kind of injury, it wouldn't be pretend! Impossible, those injuries were genuine, he could still judge this.

But if she still has the strength to fight back, why should she run?

This thought flashed through Fang Wan's heart.

Maybe it was a coincidence, just when a hint of retreat appeared in Fang Wan's heart, the wound on the maid's leg collapsed again. A look of pain appeared on her face, and her body couldn't help but tremble, and her feet slipped and her back pressed against a tree trunk.

Don't give it a try.

Fang Wan let out a long roar, as if to cheer himself up. The long knife turned into a flying rainbow and slashed like a maid.

The maid suddenly slid up the trunk of the tree.

The sharp blade slashed down the trunk of the tree, destroying the branches and green leaves falling one after another.

The maid leaned over, swept past the cold blade, and fled all the way east.

Fang Wanfei went up the tree and chased all the way.

That's it, the two of you chase me.

The maid became more and more embarrassed, tripped over branches and leaves from time to time, which gave Fang Wan greater confidence.

Every time Fang Wan had the intention of retreating, the maid showed a flaw, and seemed to firmly grasp Fang Wan's character and let him chase after him.

This may be the human heart, always lucky. As long as enough hope is given, people who are suspicious will keep trying.

Fang Wan thought that he could catch the prey he wanted, and thought that the maid's flaws were really big, after all, who could guess a person's psychology so accurately every time?

But as the number of times increased, the suspicions hidden in Fang Wan's heart also grew.

Soon, the forest where the two clashed ran into a flat field.

When Fang Wan wanted to retreat this time, the maid didn't wait for him any longer, and then disappeared behind a stone tablet on the flat ground.

Fang Wan's eyes flashed with a dark glow, accompanied by a hint of understanding.

Then, a gust of wind hit behind him. Fang Wan pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife and turned back vigilantly.

Hei Yu rushed out of the forest, and a trace of surprise clearly flashed in Shang Wan's eyes, to be precise, fear. "What about the maid? Did you just see the maid?"

Fang Wan looked at the stone tablet next to him. "Disappeared there. It seems that it was deliberately lured us in. ”

The darker the more his eyes drooped, as for believing or not believing Fang Wan's words, who cares about it.

The two looked at the forest in silence, waiting for the latecomer.

Fang Wan felt something to knock on his back again, cold, cold.

He hurriedly drew his sword and swung it back, but the weapon was snatched away.

Lisha stood behind him with a smile. The waist-length hair was draped over his shoulders at this time, and his amber-like eyes looked at Fang Wan quietly, and a strange smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. "Cousin, who do you want to kill?"

Fang Wan turned around stiffly, and what caught his eye was a delicate little Lori. He settled his mind and spoke slowly, his tone full of calmness, "What are you talking about?"

Lisha tilted her head, her clear, ethereal eyes shining. "Guess who I am?"

The immature doll voice sounded in Fang Wan's ears. This situation is a little weird and infiltrating in this scene.

A hint of shock flashed in Fang Wan's eyes, how could this be possible, but thinking about Han Xiangying's actions before, it seemed that everything had become possible again. He pursed his lips and spoke tentatively. "Han Wanyue. ”

Lisha bit her lip. My cousin finally reacted. Isn't it surprising that I have become like this? ”

Fang Wan's thin lips pulled a sven detached smile. "Where's my uncle. ”

Lisha blinked and said calmly, "Dead." ”

Fang Wan opened his mouth, his eyes full of disbelief.

Lisha looked at his stupid appearance, he didn't know how to disguise at all, he really deserved to be a pampered son since he was a child, and he was blind to this talent. Let a pervert know at a glance that he is doubting himself, or rathering himself to blame himself, I really don't know how he survived to this day.

What does he know? Some people are accustomed to speculating on others with malice and pointing fingers at others with prejudice.

"Half of a person's opinion of others is absurd. This perception is entirely motivated by one's own personal motives. —Woolf, To the Lighthouse

Impose your own prejudices on others without knowing the truth at all, without thinking about what kind of harm your doubts will cause to others.

Lisha's happy rice eyes were bent into two curved grounds, but the crescent moon. It's a good thing she didn't have hope, otherwise she would have been disappointed.

What a pity!

Her family, except for her parents, who care about her, everyone else only treats her as a pawn. Now her parents are dead. The Fang family that my aunt married into is now extinct. It's a pity that they were quite nice to her when she was a child. Her only remaining relative was a fool. She's so hard.

It's a pity! Even a fool has to be protected, who called him the only surviving relative of her Lisha.

Their interactions all fell into the eyes of Hei Yu next to him. The darker the blacker the eyelashes cover the danger in the eyes. Of the five people, three have already been connected. Is this really a coincidence?