Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 229 Going Home
Yan Ciwan's heart tightened.

She stopped and looked at the person who stopped her. He was also wearing a cloak and a mask, so her face could not be seen clearly, but from his figure and voice, he should be a man.

There were four people following behind him, all holding swords and looking aggressive.

Yan Ciwan pretended to be frightened, took a small step back, and asked anxiously, "What are you doing?"

The leading man pointed at her feet and reminded her: "You are injured."

Yan Ciwan looked down and saw a little blood on the ground at his feet.

It must be because the wound on his leg bled too much, and the blood flowed down his trouser leg and fell to the ground.

She explained: "I heard someone had died and everyone was running around. I was knocked to the ground and broke my knee. I had to go back and bandage the wound."

The man said: "Take off your cloak and let me see your injuries."

Yan Ciwan was in a dilemma: "There are rules in the black market. No one can inquire about other people's identities. Cloaks and masks are important items that we use to conceal our identities. So I'm sorry, I can't obey your orders."

The man pointed the knife directly at her with an extremely strong attitude.

"Your Excellency has ordered that anyone who is suspicious must be investigated. If you don't take off your cloak, we will kill you on the spot as an intruder!"

The pedestrians around noticed the commotion and fearing that they would be affected, they quickened their pace and tried to get away from here.

Xiao Wang, who was standing at the door of the gambling house, heard the voice and looked in the direction of Yan Ci Wan.

Yan Ciwan knew that he could not escape this disaster, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, I'll take it off."

She raised her left hand and pinched the strap of the cloak's collar, slowly pulling it open. The next moment, she suddenly grabbed the cloak and swung it away, while reaching behind her with her right hand and pulling out the Ning Dao.

The black cloak blocked the man's vision. He subconsciously raised his knife to chop and cut the cloak that was in the way.

At this moment, Ning Dao had already pierced through the cloak and stabbed into the man's heart.

A large amount of blood spurted out and splashed onto the cloak.

Some people screamed, others fled in panic, and the already chaotic scene became even more chaotic.

The man opened his eyes wide, filled with fear and unwillingness.

When Yan Ci Wan drew out the Ning Dao, the man was like a kite with a broken string. After shaking twice, he fell to the ground with a thud.

The four subordinates following the man were shocked and angry when they saw this scene. One of them took out a flute, put it to his mouth and blew it hard.

The sharp sound of the flute spread throughout the entire black market, and the followers of the Five Gods Sect who were still searching in other places immediately gathered here.

Yan Ciwan was surrounded.

In the distance, an archer drew his bow and aimed his arrow at her, but he did not take any action.

Ta-da-da, the sound of horse hooves comes closer and closer.

Yan Ciwan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a carriage slowly approaching.

The followers of the Five Gods Religion spontaneously stepped back to make way for the carriage.

After the carriage stopped, the window opened, revealing the person sitting inside. He was also wearing a cloak and a mask, but his mask was red.

His red mask stood out among the white masks.

He looked at Yan Ciwan through the car window and said slowly: "We finally meet, little prince."

Yan Ciwan asked in a deep voice: "Are you the envoy of the Five Gods Religion?"

"Yes, I'm honored that you know me. You are injured. Do you want to rest for a while? I'll have someone bandage your wound."

Yan Ciwan asked directly: "We don't know each other, why are you staring at me?"

"As long as you lay down your weapons and join our Five Gods Religion, we will naturally tell you everything."

Yan Ciwan glanced around and saw that everyone pointed their swords at her, looking at her like a tiger. She asked back, "Why can't you put down your weapons?"

The envoy laughed softly: "There is nothing we can do. It's all because you are too naughty. If our people don't use some special means, there is no way to make you obedient."

Yan Ciwan felt very sickened by his sticky tone that pretended to be intimate.

"If that's the case, there's no need to talk about it."

The moment the voice fell, she leaped up, used her lightness skills to fly over the crowd, and rushed straight towards the envoy with the Ning Dao in her hand!

The envoy was not at all flustered when he saw this: "Young people are just impatient."

Four guards rushed out from behind the carriage, each holding a different weapon, and rushed towards Yan Ciwan.

Yan Ci Wan was blocked and had to fight with these four men. The rest of the Five Gods Sect followers were not idle either. They all swarmed towards Yan Ci Wan. They were no match for Yan Ci Wan in a one-on-one fight, but they were numerous, while Yan Ci Wan was alone, so she would not be able to hold on for long.

The distinguished envoy in the carriage saw this and gave a leisurely reminder.

"Don't kill her, leave her alive."

Yan Ciwan tightly grasped the Ning Dao, and continued to chop, block, and stab...

Her movements were swift and fierce, and the murderous intent in her eyes grew stronger and stronger. All the resentment that she had deliberately forgotten came flooding back and completely occupied her mind.

Blood splattered into her eyes, and her vision became blurred.

She couldn't see who was in front of her, nor did she know how many enemies were around her. She only knew that she had lost everything: her father, her mother, her identity as a princess, her friends who had grown up with her...

All gone!
She doesn't even know who she is now?
There was a warmth sliding down the corners of my eyes, maybe it was tears, or maybe it was blood.

She couldn't tell the difference anymore.

Blurry figures swayed before her eyes, and the whole world turned scarlet and dim at this moment.

She completely gave up on defense and attacked recklessly, killing everyone who came close to her.

In the chaos, no one noticed that a black ball rolled under the carriage.

Then there was a loud bang and the ball exploded. The huge impact force overturned the carriage. The horse was so frightened that it went crazy and ran forward recklessly, dragging the wreckage of the carriage.

Everyone in the Five Gods Sect was startled by this sudden change and stopped what they were doing. Some people moved towards the wreckage of the carriage to see if the envoy was dead or alive. Others retreated again and again to avoid the mad horses.

Yan Ciwan felt someone approaching from behind, so he turned around and chopped at him with his knife.

The other party dodged sideways and called out in a low voice.

"Aci, it's me."

It’s Xiao Wang’s voice!

Yan Ciwan's confused mind finally regained a bit of clarity.

She opened her eyes wide and stared at the other person. The other person was wearing a mask on his face, and she could only see the other person's eyes through the two holes in the mask.

Those eyes were deep and gentle, filled with deep concern and worry.

She felt like she was hit hard by something, and her heart felt sore and painful.

"Xiao Liu."

His voice was hoarse and choked, as if he was about to cry but was holding it back.

Xiao Wang took off his cloak and put it on her, wrapping her up completely, then pulled her into his arms and comforted her softly.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's go home."

(End of this chapter)