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King Nancheng raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised when he met Jiang Shu's indifferent eyes.

Seeing Jiang Shu holding the bloody blade with the handle facing him, King Nancheng stepped forward to take the knife and said: "Miss Jiang's sincerity has been received. It seems that we will be very satisfied with this cooperation. "

"Excuse me, Your Highness, where are you going next?" Jiang Shu took out her handkerchief and said casually while wiping the blood on her hands.

"Go and see your brother." King Nancheng finished speaking and continued to lead the way.

"Thank you, His Highness the King of Nancheng." Jiang Shu tightened her handkerchief and saluted.

The whole journey was silent, as Jiang Shu's ears echoed with the sound of walking and her own pounding heart.

If you hold on for a little longer, you'll just have to take the last step. Jiang Shu secretly said.

King Shenliang's side hall is on the east side of the palace, and the prison is on the west side. Jiang Shu and King Nancheng walked one after another for a long time before arriving.

"Before we go in, I have a question for you." King Nancheng stopped and turned around to ask.

"Your Highness, please speak." Jiang Shu stopped and saluted.

"You saw your brother. What should you do if he has no limbs and cannot move." King Nancheng said.

"I want to see him so that he can persuade him to surrender. But I also understand my brother's temperament and his temper. It is basically impossible to persuade him to surrender. If his limbs are missing and unable to move, then it will be the worst. Okay, I can lock him up in the Jiang family for the rest of his life." Jiang Shu said.

"Then it seems you owe Gu a favor." After King Nancheng finished speaking, he walked directly into the prison.

"Don't go too far, at least you have to be able to speak." Jiang Shu said.

"Miss Jiang, let's take a look first. Anyway, everything can be treated later." After King Nancheng said that, he walked directly to the secret door of the prison.

Jiang Shu hesitated for a moment, then finally followed in.

As soon as the secret door was closed, Jiang Shu's whole body fell into darkness.

Until King Nancheng's men lit candles, Jiang Shu still stood motionless.

The blade in her sleeve was trembling all the time, but it was Jiang Shu's reason that prevented her from drawing the knife to stab the King of Nancheng.

There are too many secret guards hidden here, and it would be too easy to alert them by taking action here.

King Nancheng continued walking leisurely, but Jiang Shu's steps began to become a little unsteady.

It wasn't that Jiang Shu wanted to act, but the smell of blood became stronger the further they walked, and the more Jiang Shu wanted to vomit.

The air is too stuffy. Jiang Shu secretly said.

"We're here," Nancheng King said.

Jiang Shu stopped and looked forward. At the end of the corridor was a cell. Inside, there was a bloody man being shackled. His hair was disheveled and his head was lowered. He looked lifeless.

Jiang Shu's breath was stagnant and she rushed over without thinking.

"Brother, how are you?" Jiang Shu helped the unconscious Jiang Zehao against the wall and asked carefully.

Jiang Zehao didn't react at all, and didn't even open his eyes.

Jiang Shu stretched out her hand to feel Jiang Zehao's breath and felt that Jiang Zehao was weakly alive.

Since you are alive, then...

The blade in Jiang Shu's sleeve finally slipped out, and when it was only a few inches away from Jiang Zehao's throat, a hand grabbed Jiang Shu's wrist.

Jiang Shu was stunned for a moment, then let go of the knife in his hand. The handle of the knife was immediately grabbed by the other hand, and he slashed Jiang Zehao's throat, and then stabbed directly into the wrist of the person holding his hand.

These two cuts were completed in the blink of an eye, clean and brutal.

Jiang Shu pulled away and took a few steps back, letting blood burst out from the secret guard's wrist. She secretly regretted that the knife was not deep enough and did not kill Jiang Zehao.

"Quickly send the message to the imperial doctor." King Nancheng's expression suddenly changed and he said quickly.

"Who dares to take a step closer and try!" Jiang Shu said coldly.

"Wudao Lang." King Nancheng ordered quickly.

A masked secret guard hiding behind Jiang Shu finally appeared.

Jiang Shu turned around with a cold face, drew out the soft sword from her waist, and collided with Wu Daolang's sword, making a harsh sound.

"Long time no see." Wu Daolang's voice sounded.

"I've never seen him before. Why are you so close to me?" Jiang Shu said coldly.

Wu Daolang did not continue to speak, but continued to attack Jiang Shu with the knife tied to the iron chain.

Jiang Shu first dodged the first few blows, and then realized that the iron chain on the handle of the knife had an ulterior purpose. She directly used the iron chain to fly up, deflected Wu Daolang's fatal knife with the soft sword, and then stabbed Wu Daolang directly with the blade.

Suddenly a scimitar was inserted between Wu Daolang and Jiang Shu, and the soft sword was also deflected.

Wu Daolang's sword has various shapes and strange movements.

Although the handle of his knife is tied with an iron chain, it does not affect the movement of the blade, but makes his knife come and go more freely.

Jiang Shu took advantage of the moment when the knife and chain passed Wu Daolang's sight, bent down and slipped out from under the chain, and stabbed Wu Daolang's body directly with her left hand like a claw.

The next second, Jiang Shu's wrist was grabbed by Wu Daolang, and her wrist was cut off forcefully.

"Hiss—" Jiang Shu gasped in pain and wanted to pull out, but Wu Daolang held her tightly and was unable to pull out.

"If it were eight hundred years ago, with your current martial arts skills, I would certainly not be your opponent. Unfortunately, things are not what they used to be." Wudao Lang sneered.

"You are chirping while beating. You are sick." Jiang Shu raised her eyes and mocked, holding back the pain.

"I thought it was strange from the beginning when you vomited first. With your physical condition, you shouldn't be vomiting like this. I was thinking that you wouldn't be pregnant again." Wudao Lang provoked.

"You'll die if you talk nonsense." Jiang Shu sneered expressionlessly.

"I want to see who is talking nonsense." Wu Daolang mocked.

"I don't care about this. What I care about is your flying knife." Jiang Shu raised her eyebrows and gently pulled her right hand in the air.

As if there were invisible blades in the air, Wu Daolang's sword and iron chain were cut off instantly.

This is a unique skill that Jiang Shu has practiced hard for two years, blowing shadows and carving dust.

The cocoon of the ten thousand year ice silkworm was extracted and peeled off layer by layer and then fused with spiritual power, and finally turned into a magic weapon silk blade as thin as dust, which was the silk thread in Jiang Shu's hand.

The silk blade in Jiang Shu's hand was refined and continuously improved by Chuchen himself, becoming one of the few magical weapons that can be used by mortals.

The silk blade is thin and dense, and is hidden in the dust, making it undetectable by others.

Therefore, while Jiang Shu was fighting Wu Daolang, she secretly arranged the silk blades for now.

Wu Daolang quickly pulled out his hand, and before the silk blade on his wrist tightened, the silk blade still left a bloody gash on Wu Daolang's hand.

If he had been a step too late, his whole hand would have been broken.

Jiang Shu pulled down again.

Wu Daolang took a step back suddenly. The silk blade still failed to cut Wu Daolang's head in half, but just like before, it left a bloody mark on the bridge of Wu Daolang's nose.

My stamina has begun to be exhausted. I can't kill him, so I have to give my brother a last-ditch hit first. Jiang Shu secretly said.

Taking advantage of Wu Daolang's retreat, Jiang Shu rushed towards Jiang Zehao, and the poisonous needle hidden in the night clothes flew out.

Success or failure is here!

The author has something to say: I'm sorry for the delay, but it hurts my heart when I write about the abuse (after all, I wrote the characters, they are equivalent to my own daughters), but the development and ending of this story have been determined, Qiang I wrote it with heartache, so I wrote very slowly.