My enemies became my companions

Chapter 16: Both Enter the Purple Palace (Seeking Follow-up Reading)
The heavy rain has passed, with only a light drizzle still floating.

Min Ning stood by the door, still holding the Xiuchun Knife tightly.

She was in a state of confusion, trying to clear her mind, closing her eyes from time to time.

However, at this moment, the scene in the alley where Chen Yi made every move and every strike kept echoing in his mind.

He was using the dragon-slaying sword technique passed down in his family?
However, there are some changes that I cannot understand...

It was as if it wasn't just about killing the wandering dragon.

Also, his body movements are different from those of ordinary Jinyiwei martial arts.

The more he recalled the scenes of killing people on rainy nights, the more Min Ning frowned. He seemed to be trying to think of something in his mind, but he couldn't think of anything.

Like a comet passing through the sky, leaving nothing behind.

There were sounds of footsteps outside the house.

Min Ning opened his eyes instantly, withdrew his thoughts, and looked towards the door nervously.

The door opened and Chen Yi, covered in blood, walked in slowly.

Without any hesitation, Chen Yi untied his belt and took off his bloody clothes.

The fishy smell was pungent and Min Ning frowned. She watched Chen Yi change his clothes as if no one was around, and then wipe the blood-stained blade with a linen cloth.

There was silence in the room.

After a long while, seeing him wipe the coagulated blood off the knife, Min Ning spoke first:

“She’s in there.

I pulled out the silver needle and applied some ointment."

The Min family was able to have three generations of Jinyiwei. In addition to the family's martial arts, their secret recipe for plasters was also a major support.

Chen Yi didn't look at her or speak.

Min Ning took a deep breath and continued:
"This matter...I, I..."

She was stuck at this point. She wanted to apologize, but she didn't know what to say. Although she wanted to use her sister to excuse herself, wrong was wrong. A superficial apology would not gain anything even if she said it hundreds or thousands of times. She knew this.

Chen Yi raised his eyes and looked at Min Ning.

Min Ning felt a lump in his throat.

"I don't know what to say?"

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows and asked.

Min Ning nodded silently.

She would not excuse herself, nor would she say that Chen Yi was also at fault. Although these thoughts flashed through her mind, she always kept the Min family's motto in mind.

The family motto was very short, with only eight words, and the first four words were: reflect on yourself.

Looking at Min Ning like this, Chen Yi said calmly:
"Min Yuechi, if you want to take her away, you should carefully consider your punches and feet and think about whether you can protect her."

Min Ning's face turned pale.

"The 'she' I'm talking about is not just the daughter of the Xiang King."

Chen Yi said calmly:
"Moreover, your sister."

Hearing Chen Yi mention his sister, Min Ning's heroic face lost even more color. She closed her lips for a long time and then said "hmm" with difficulty.

Min Ning realized something from Chen Yi's words.

The "she" he mentioned is more like his sister...

If I want to... take my sister away...

In other words...he wants it, he really wants it? !
Min Ning was shocked and looked at this audacious subordinate.

"Don't, don't attack my sister..."

Min Ning's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he said in a trembling voice:

"If you want to move... just move me."

"You are not originally...originally..."

Min Ning couldn't continue.

That day, she heard Chen Yi's words very clearly and got goose bumps that lasted for a long time.

But I... am not a man!
She didn't know if Chen Yi would lose interest if he found out that she was dressed as a man, or if he would... get furious on the spot.

Chen Yi gave a meaningful smile.
"Purple Palace."

Min Ning was shocked and said, as if he were in another world:
"what?"

Chen Yi sheathed his sword and said with a smile:
"Both of them entered the Purple Palace."

Min Ning's heart almost stopped. His face, as pale as paper, turned red in an instant, and his shame and anger were self-evident.

It's not just me...

Even your sister wants it?
With his thoughts in disarray, Min Ning wanted to say something.

The words were blocked.

Chen Yi walked over, put one hand on Min Ning's cheek and kissed her.

While kissing her, Chen Yi admired her face.

Her head froze, and after a while she began to struggle slightly. She didn't like this, and her negative emotions kept rising.

But, so what, so what? She didn't dare to push herself away, and could only respond in a panic, as if this kiss was enough to save her sister.

After their lips parted, Min Ning was breathing heavily, his heart trembling.

Feeling her heartbeat, Chen Yi looked down. It was completely different from her sister's, otherwise she wouldn't be able to dress up as a man.

Min Ning was about to raise his hand to wipe his lips, but met Chen Yi's encouraging gaze and put his hand down.

Chen Yi turned around and said:
"Let's go back."

Min Ning gritted her teeth, nodded slightly, and stepped sideways into the drizzle. After she left, Chen Yi glanced at the panel.
【Remaining amount of true energy: 140 years.】

It would take another ten years to condense five true essences, and the Yin-Yang Art of Resentment could achieve some success.

"That's good. She's injured now, too."

Chen Yi muttered.

I am never impatient, and what's more, she was injured. Anyway, she was my concubine, and the amount of energy she lacked was not much, so there was no need to rush.

Chen Yi first washed up, changed into clean clothes, opened the door and walked into the bedroom.

She slept against the wall, almost touching it, curled up like a little fox.

Ever since she arrived at her house, she has been shrinking against the wall.

In fact, I also wanted to sleep against the wall, which was where I usually slept, but there was nothing I could do because it was occupied by her.

Yin Tingxue's eyelids were closed, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was not at peace even in her sleep. Chen Yi admired her sleeping face and felt that her brows were too fragile, like the brittle bent straw in late autumn.

"If you don't save me, I will hate you for the rest of my life, and I will only hate you for the rest of my life..."

Chen Yi thought of what she said in the alley and shook his head and laughed.

Reaching out his hand and gently stroking her brow, Chen Yi said to himself:
“But hatred...

Hatred is just a passion."

No matter what Yin Tingxue said at that time, I would save her even if she died rather than save her.

Although the pain from the broken meridians that day still seems to leave traces, I will not hurt her.

Because I...had indeed hurt a woman before.

That was the first file, or should I say... the previous life?

Chen Yi will never forget her name.

The sword armor of Yinjian Mountain, Zhou Yitong, whose pen name is Zhuoyu.

While he was thinking, the daughter of King Xiang on the bed moved, her eyelids twitching slightly, as if she was about to wake up.

.....................

It was curfew time and the capital was dark, but the West Factory was still brightly lit.

"Deputy Governor Song, have you counted all the bodies?"

Wu Qingsheng asked.

Song Tong took out a newly written file from his pocket and said:
"All the brothers who sacrificed their lives in the East Depot have been registered. Governor Wu can report to the Queen Mother tomorrow."

Wu Qingsheng nodded slightly, his mind calmed down a little.

"The East Factory made great sacrifices in exchange for the capital being free of the evil sect. I will remember this in my heart."

After hearing this, Song Tong remembered something, turned to a page, hesitated, and said:

"I'm afraid... there are still remnants of the evil sect."

"Lord Wu, please take a look at this."

Wu Qingsheng took the file and saw on that page, twenty-one names were written from top to bottom, and the place where they died was the same alley!
Wu Qingsheng's pupils suddenly shrank and his fingertips tapped on the wooden table.

Song Tong sighed:
"The judge has seen it, and judging from the injuries of the guards, most of them were killed with one blow, or at most two.

The captain leading the team couldn't last more than four moves.

Lord Governor Wu, twenty-one people died tragically within one stick of incense. Tell me, who could have done this..."

Wu Qingsheng lowered his eyebrows, thought carefully, and said:

"If it was Governor Xue...it would take about half an incense stick to do it, but...Governor Xue is a fifth-grade martial artist."

Song Tong said in a deep voice:
"That is to say... the Demon Cult still has another expert, but his whereabouts are currently unknown."

Wu Qingsheng said with a serious look:

"Sixth grade?"

Song Tong was silent for a while, and finally, he slowly uttered a few words,
"I'm afraid... it's far more than that."

"Because, that Demon Cult master seems to have teamed up with the Demon Cult elders to fight against Governor Xue."

He did not call him a master like Wu Qingsheng, but cautiously called him a master.

Wu Qingsheng listened and thought about it, and couldn't help saying:

"No wonder Lord Xue sacrificed his life for justice and exploded to death... After all, two fists are no match for four hands."

"Deputy Governor Song, then what do you think of this expert? What is his rank in martial arts?"

Song Tong fell silent again.

Wu Qingsheng looked at him in confusion, tapping the table rapidly with his fingers.

"Fifth grade?"

Song Tong shook his head.

"Fourth grade?"

Song Tong still shook his head.

Wu Qingsheng's breathing stagnated, and he asked in surprise:

"Third-rank junior master?!"

Wu Qingsheng couldn't believe what was said. There were only a few third-rank junior grandmasters in the entire capital, and some of them were guarding the imperial city day and night.

Song Tong hesitated, then shook his head slightly, and then remained silent for a long time before finally speaking:
"I am stupid and don't know what rank this person is...

I only know that he infused Xue Duzhu’s true energy into him…”

“…at least two hundred years!”

(End of this chapter)