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With just one glance into the other's eyes, An Ran knew his inner thoughts with her omniscience. A rare look of disgust crossed her face, and before the captain could even speak, she had already vanished from the scene.

Puff puff.

In the air, thick blood-red fog suddenly burst out.

An Ran reappeared, standing opposite the army commander. She stretched out her right hand, grabbed the man's throat, and lifted him up.

"You, you..." The army captain's face showed an expression of disbelief, his eyes wide open.

His entire team, forty-eight people, had been reduced to a bloody mist in the blink of an eye, leaving him no time to react. What kind of existence had he provoked?

Is this really a demon hunter? Not a demon from hell?

Click.

An Ran didn't give him a chance to beg for mercy or speak, as she simply twisted his larynx and broke it. The lifeless body fell helplessly to the ground, splashing a cloud of dirt.

grunt.

The only one left in the entire village was the adjutant. He looked at An Ran with fear in his eyes, and a fishy smell emanated from his lower body.

fear.

The lieutenant's fear was beyond measure, his pupils constricted. He had seen many monsters in his life and had slain powerful sorcerers during witch hunts.

But no matter what kind of monster or sorcerer, it was clear that nothing could compare to the oppressive feeling brought on by the "demon hunter" before him. The other party, just standing there, had already made him lose all his strength.

The devil of hell.

In his mind, the demon hunter was like a demon god from hell. He finally understood why the chief advisor of the kingdom had strictly ordered them not to provoke the demon hunter.

Such a monster is absolutely beyond the reach of human power.

pat, pat.

Seeing the Hell Devil raising his foot and getting closer and closer to him, the adjutant's body trembled violently, but he didn't dare to move. It was obvious that he was completely frightened at this moment.

"Give me a message to your king."

Fortunately, the demon god did not attack him. Instead, he said in a cold voice: "Let him wash his neck in the palace for fifteen days, and I will take off his head with my own hands."

The words fell.

An Ran turned around and walked away slowly.

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puff.

Only after An Ran and the little black cat had completely vanished did the adjutant kneel to the ground, seemingly drained of all strength. His eyes were hollow and lifeless, like a body without a soul.

Roar.

It wasn't until he heard the roars of monsters in the distance that he suddenly reacted, mounted his horse, and galloped westward.

"Will he convey your request to Radovid V?" The little black cat couldn't help but ask in the forest.

"Yes." An Ran had no doubt about it. He knew that this adjutant was a smart man.

of course.

He didn't keep him because he was smart, but because he wasn't a particularly evil person. At least when the army commander wanted to massacre the village, this adjutant had stopped him.

In that case, An Ran might as well give him a chance.

"Why would the king decide to do such a thing?" The little black cat took a breath, his tone full of confusion. "Aren't those villagers in Camel Ridge also his people?"

"If I can accomplish my great cause, what does it matter if a few of my people sacrifice their lives?" An Ran sneered, "What's more, this little bald guy is mentally unstable."

Perhaps because of the long-term oppression by Philippa, Radovid V's behavior and actions were indeed moving further and further down the path of perversion.

Now he is just slaughtering his own people to frame others, but what he will do in the future will be even more heinous.

The most notorious of these was the Novigrad Massacre, in which herbalists who saved the world and helped the people were classified as warlocks and subjected to endless brutal killings.

In The Witcher series, Keira, the Kingdom Advisor of Temeria, also died at his hands. Her death was extremely tragic, having been stabbed from the bottom up.

Not only that.

The witch hunters he employed were also disgusting. Under the guise of witch hunting, they oppressed and murdered the people, causing public outrage and resentment.

Even so, An Ran hadn't originally intended to attack him. But today, the right opportunity came, and he had walked into the trap.

Everyone has their own destiny. Since this bald kid was looking for death, An Ran had no intention of keeping him. She collected her thoughts and turned her gaze to the group chat interface.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: When will Sister Hua arrive?

The Evil Leader of Soul Society: I don’t know how to measure this distance. The boatman said it’s probably about two thousand miles.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Two thousand miles, that’s fast.

Two thousand miles would only take an hour or so by plane in modern society, but Valoran's productivity was still based on ancient standards. But to compensate, this world had the unique power of magic.

The Freljord does not have very powerful human magicians, but the technology to use magical elements as a means of transportation does exist.

Book Artist: So, what is the surprise?

Obito of Soul Society: Secret.

Book Artist: Come on, Sister Hua! You've also learned bad habits!

Curly Hair: This is hilarious. The worst person in this group said that others have learned bad things. Who did they learn this from?

Book artist: No matter how bad I am, I am still hundreds of times better than you, a bastard. Go to hell!

Foul-mouthed Man: Hey, my dear brothers and sisters! I have a big incident here, can anyone come and give me some advice?

Skull Island handsome guy:?

Lin Fengjiao: What?

Skirt Uplifter: Thanos attacks Earth?

Foul-mouthed Leather Suit Man: Damn, that little purple bald donkey is nothing! Uncle, I'm facing a world problem right now! It even concerns the life and death of the entire universe! Yes, I'm not exaggerating! The entire universe, the entire universe!

Book artist: Why don’t you tell me?

Foul-mouthed man: Should tofu pudding be eaten sweet or salty?

Book artist:?

Curly hair: ???

Lazy Little Kitten: What the hell is the problem of the universe? Is this the problem of the universe?

Foul-mouthed Man: That's right! This is a very important cosmic question for me, one that needs a correct answer! If I can't answer Samantha to her satisfaction today, I'll be spending the night alone.

Hatchet Girl:?

Book Artist: I...

Shark-Faced Guy: As expected of you, Mr. Deadpool. So, compared to your own personal desires, the rise and fall of all living things in the universe is nothing, right?

Foul-mouthed man: What personal desire? Isn't this a sincere relationship between a man and a woman? If he can't answer this question, what should Wade do?

Skirt-lifting maniac: Forget the suggestions here, don’t do it.

Hatchet Girl: Just dying isn't enough. I suggest Mr. Deadpool turn himself into ash! No, it's best not to even leave ash behind!

After the message was sent, Gui Yanye sighed helplessly.

She was so stupid, seriously! She actually thought this Deadpool had some serious issues that needed to be consulted, but the result was this? Sweet tofu pudding or salty tofu pudding?

Curly: Damn! Do you even need to ask? Of course, sweet tofu pudding is best!

The illustrator: Bullshit! How can you eat tofu pudding without salt? Don't be such a troublemaker!

Red Snake Fairy: I don’t care, sweet or salty is fine.

Li Mochou, who had sent the message, had already arrived at the gate of the Zixiao Palace on Wudang Mountain. The place was already packed with people and distinguished guests.

The centenary of martial arts master Zhang Sanfeng was a major event for the entire martial arts world. Coupled with the return of Zhang Cuishan, one of the Five Heroes of Wudang, the Dragon Slaying Sword was a source of intense angst for many heroes.

Although the people present had not yet started to attack out of respect for Zhang Sanfeng, most of them were already rubbing their hands in anticipation of Zhang Cuishan's appearance.

Among them, there is also the young man in black disguised as a man next to Li Mochou.

Now Li Mochou can be 100% sure that the other party is not just here to celebrate Zhang Sanfeng's birthday. Her purpose is probably similar to that of the heroes around her.

"Mr. Li." As if sensing Li Mochou's gaze, the young man in black turned his head away. "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something wrong with my face?"

"It's not that there are flowers on your face, but your face is more beautiful than the flowers." Li Mochou smiled meaningfully.

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More beautiful than flowers?

The young man in black was startled at first, then his cheeks visibly flushed. She stared at Li Mochou in front of her, wanting to call her a "lecher," but remembering her male identity, she held back and said, "Li, Young Master Li...don't joke with me!"

"I'm not joking, this is the truth." Li Mochou took a step forward, looked at the other person with a frivolous look and said, "Your face is indeed more beautiful than a flower."

hiss.

The young man in black gasped, his scalp tingling. "Mr. Li! Please calm down. We are all men!" In a moment of panic, he blurted out these words, and his voice was quite loud.

The people around couldn't help but look over and talk about it.

Scarlet Snake Fairy: Hahahaha, I think I understand why those perverts like to have sex with decent women. Honestly, this is really interesting!

Li Mochou has already posted what she did in the group, so there is no need to worry that the group members will not understand.

The main reason for this is that you're a woman, Sister Mochou. If you were a man, it wouldn't be interesting! It would be disgusting!

Hatchet Girl: Not really, I was just teasing with words! If it was truly stinky, I'd at least use my hands.

Skirt-lifting maniac: Well, how about Sister Moxie give it a try? Let's see how long she can hold back?

Fairy Chi Lian: Not for now, Zhang Sanfeng is out.

As the leading figure in the martial arts world, Zhang Sanfeng's appearance naturally attracted the attention of everyone present.

Although Li Mochou didn't care about the Dragon Slaying Sword or the title of Taishan Beidou, this was someone else's territory after all. At this time, if she, as a man, touched another man, it would be equivalent to completely disregarding the host.

It's not good to be without manners.

The young man in black was also attracted by Zhang Sanfeng's appearance. His face was filled with curiosity and inquiry, but his eyes were not full of respect.

This made Li Mochou even more curious about his identity.

Even the former leader of the Ming Cult and the Purple-Robed Dragon King on Ice and Fire Island were filled with awe for Zhang Sanfeng. This Wudang Grandmaster had dominated the Central Plains martial arts world for sixty years.

No matter how treacherous a demon is, he will show admiration for Zhang Sanfeng when he is in the Central Plains martial arts world.

Unless, the other party is not from the Central Plains martial arts world.

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: There is nothing we can do about it. We do need to have some respect when facing a martial arts master.

Curly-haired boy: Admiration? Hey, hey, I'm afraid everyone in our group has already transcended the realm of martial arts grandmasters, right?

Lin Fengjiao: Maybe your fighting strength is exceeded, but what about your state of mind?

Curly-haired guy: Who cares about that? Isn’t it true that the one with the bigger fist is the one who has the final say in this world?

Lazy Kitten: You're wrong! The Jianghu isn't just about fists; it's also about social etiquette. If someone like you were to be in the Jianghu, you'd probably be nothing more than a demon.

Curly-haired boy: Bullshit, Gin-san, I am a real five-good young man!

Skirt-lifting maniac: When you say that, please look at your own bounty. What kind of "Five Good Youth" are you?

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: A good young man who kills people and sets fires, right?

Curly: It's started again, it's started again! You're targeting the honest Gin-san again, right? You guys always pick on the honest people!

This is an actor: then you are too honest.

An Ran shook her head, looking quite helpless.

"What's wrong?" The little black cat lying on his shoulder seemed to sense An Ran's mood and couldn't help but ask, "Is there something wrong with this carriage?"

In front of them was an overturned carriage with all sorts of cargo scattered everywhere.

Next to the carriage, two half-eaten corpses leaned against the axle. Several black feathered arrows could be clearly seen on the surface of the axle.

This kind of situation would usually be interpreted as the scene of a robbery, murder, and looting by bandits. However, An Ran, standing before him, had a frown on her face, which made the little black cat feel that this might be something more than ordinary.