Chapter 4, Snow Kill (4)

Lan Xishu stumbled half a step as the carriage slowed down, and a protruding rivet on the vehicle steadied his stance

Such a sharp-voiced girl misled the confident Lan Xishu.

Death God Speed!

Ah! The startled cry of Chun Li'er, who was half-concealing herself with the pipa, was filled with twists and turns. Her body instinctively recoiled as Chen Wufu's bear paw slid straight down from between her fair, ample breasts, causing her to lose her grip on the pipa. The strings of the instrument produced a sharp sound as they scraped against the crossbow bolt piercing through Chen Wufu's throat. In a hurry, Chun Li'er clumsily gathered her trembling breasts into her cloak with one hand, while deftly drawing out the embroidered spring knife that Chen Wufu had been sitting on with the other hand. The strings of the pipa produced a sharp sound as they scraped against the crossbow bolt piercing through Chen Wufu's throat. In a hurry, Chun Li'er clumsily gathered her trembling breasts into her cloak with one hand, while deftly drawing out the embroidered spring knife that Chen Wufu had been sitting on with the other hand.

Lan Xi was almost taken aback, as he never expected that the women who sold their bodies and talents would actually be skilled in swordplay.

Shadow Flash

Stop her!" Ding's hoarse shout was momentarily deflected by a roundabout glint of sharpness. The horse's head turned sharply, and the released saber was skillfully evaded.

The dark crossbow bolt pierced into Chun Li'er’s hairpin, which jingled with the sound of her hairdo, pinning her to the back of the carriage. In that moment, Chun Li'er felt a rush of wind through her seven orifices, her soul nearly leaving her body

A minor disturbance would not cause Lan Xishu to panic or lose focus; he confidently believed that he could handle Ding Ya, whom Jing Maoan could not manage.

Lan Xi possesses precise judgment, and his crossbow bolts never miss their mark; the arrow just now was not lethal.

Lan Xishu gazed intently at the curtain of the carriage, her mood rippling along with it. The carriage slowed down, and the blue horse snorted and flicked its tail, moving leisurely as if strolling in a garden. The horse's gait was controlled by Lan Xishu with remarkable elegance

Barely a hair's breadth separates it from the throat

"Fifth Master!" Chun Li'er suddenly restrained her demeanor, forcefully pressing down on the bear paw that was roughly teasing her lower body. She tilted her ear, furrowing her brow to listen intently, as if she had caught a whiff of murderous intent from beyond the curtain. Her expression froze, her eyes narrowing, and her red lips moved: "Something's not right! Fifth Master!"

As the curtain swayed, the embroidered spring knife broke through, colliding with the cold gleam of the crescent moon on the repeating crossbow, before grazing the chin of Lan Xi Shu and severing the strap of the dogskin hat, which then flew off at an angle.

The curtain moves

Snowlight

He did not know that he was only a veil away from the Grim Reaper

A crossbow bolt precisely pierced through Chen Wufu's moving Adam's apple, freezing his breath. Just as Chen Wufu's left hand was about to touch the crooked short musket resembling a root carving, he met his demise.

The sale of spring pears and the charm of books is relatively professional, while showing off swords and hairpins is rather amateurish

At this moment, the carriage is filled with the enchanting beauty of spring and the melodious sound of the pipa, while outside, the swift snow and deadly arrows threaten to strike Chen Wufu, who remains completely unaware. Chen Wufu has always made others vigilant, yet he himself severely lacks awareness of danger. Relying on his sister to rise in status, he is hardly suited to be a member of the Jinyiwei.

The scent of blood suddenly overwhelmed the fragrance of sandalwood, with blood splattering onto the purple copper hollowed-out floral stove beside Chun Li's feet, producing a brief sizzling sound, intensifying the smell of blood.

Lan Xi threw his face away, his gaze not yet arriving, when Ding Ya leaped onto a sturdy mixed-breed horse beside the cart like an arrow. With a swift motion, he severed the reins with his knife, turned the horse's head, dodged the horse's hooves, and aimed the gleaming blade of his knife towards the rear of the carriage.

Brush!

Cold Radiance

The indigo curtains fluttered violently

Whoosh! A crossbow bolt broke mid-flight, and the golden hairpin became embedded in the curtain and the books, instantly silencing everything within.

Hurry! Ah! Ding Ya!" Jing Mao'an was intercepted by a large, unruly horse, which charged at him with no regard. Just as Ding Ya bent down to look back, Jing Mao'an had not yet grasped the situation when a horsewhip whistled past his head. Jing Mao'an, with one foot in the stirrup, found himself falling to the side of the horse, nearly twisting his leg into a knot.

A sudden surge of joy rose in Lan Xi's heart; he had never doubted his judgment.

"Monkey brat!" Chen Wufu scolded, his right hand pausing over Chun Li'er’s fragrant grass, while his left hand hesitated before reaching towards the back of the carriage seat. The unfortunate Chen Wufu misjudged the situation.

Just now, Lan Xishu underestimated the pipa player in the car; at this moment, Lan Xishu has overestimated the pipa player.

Ding Ya's departure brings complete peace of mind to Lan Xishu

Chen Wufu maintained a bizarre expression of wide-open mouth and round eyes, firmly pinned to the chair by a dark crossbow bolt, with blood bubbles gurgling from his pierced throat

The startled cries of Chun Li'er were still intermittent

Chen Wufu's bear paw was exploring up and down on Chun Li'er, who was twisting her waist and shaking her hips with soft hums. The pipa was out of tune, and a large part of her fragrant shoulder was revealed beneath a black marten fur cloak. Her fair shoulder was round and smooth, with a collarbone that captivated the soul. A strand of dark hair was pressed against her fiery red lips, and her coy, flirtatious glances were frequently directed at Chen Wufu, sending sparks his way. Chen Wufu felt his bones turn to mush, and the bear paw pushed aside her skirt, revealing her unadorned body without any obstruction. It slid down Chun Li'er's warm, smooth abdomen, and she feigned restraint, letting out exaggeratedly sweet hums. The sound of the pipa abruptly ceased, followed by a muffled thud from beneath the wheels, as the carriage lost control. Only then did Chen Wufu sluggishly sense something amiss.