223 Seeking Their Own Death (1)

"Master, Miss went after them, as well as Ao Ye," Huifeng reported while cupping his fists after he landed in front of a carriage parked on a street corner.

The crown prince was resting with his eyes closed inside the carriage. When he heard that, he opened his eyes.

The exterior of the carriage was ordinary, but the inside was covered with soft cushions, and every corner was wrapped in satin. The bamboo painted on the short table to the left of the crown prince was very exquisite, and there was a large red brocade box sitting on top of it.

Huifeng continued, "That person jumped onto the wall of Miss' home and was discovered. Before he could do anything, Miss pursued him, and he had to jump back down and leave in a panic like a stray dog being hunted down.

"Pft," the crown prince snorted in contempt.

There was really something left to be desired in the skills of Hui'an's lackeys.

"Follow them." These practice partners will be tomorrow's Thousand Blossom Festival's… appetizer!

"If Qiaoqiao wins, I will give this to her as a reward." The crown prince lightly ran his fingers over the red brocade box next to him.

This item had been under He Tian's safekeeping, but since the crown prince came here himself, then allowing Master to personally give it to the little miss was more suitable. He Tian was very tactful.

Hidden Flower was following beside the carriage. As he smoothed the wrinkles on his sleeves, he could not resist saying with a chuckle, "What if she loses?"

Huifeng peered back at him. Didn't this dunce understand "A loose tongue may cause a lot of trouble"…?

"If she loses, then I'll sell you." An exquisite canteen flew out of the carriage, heading straight toward Hidden Flower's head.

Hidden Flower dodged to the side with a gloomy expression. 'So aggravating! Master is being completely unreasonable and temperamentally insulting people! I want justice!'

At the same time, the man stubbornly pursued by Qiao Mu could feel sweat seeping out of his forehead for no reason.

He did not dare to believe that he, a level-four mystic cultivator, was discovered the second he had nimbly landed on the wall of her home. Wasn't this child too strange?

Also, her swiftness as she chased him made fear rise inexplicably in his heart.

Had he encountered a difficult opponent?

The man rapidly dashed toward his group's meeting point. 'D*mn brat, since you want to follow me, then keep following me! Let's watch you die without a burial place!'

Suddenly, a fierce wind shot toward his back.

The man turned around in shock, only too see that a stoic face had reached his back already. She held a pitch-black ferule in her hand and was slapping it toward his back without so much as a "by your leave."

A fierce wind hit him before the ferule landed.

Mystic energy abruptly exploded on his back, causing him to stagger a few steps forward in a sorry state. Before he could make a noise, a terrifyingly powerful foot suffused with mystic energy ruthlessly landed on his back.

"Pah!" The man's face froze, and as he fiercely shot forward, a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth. He felt like his organs went on a barrel roll down a waterfall, pain aching from every inch of his body.

'Such a d*mn terrifying girl! I must run as fast as I can…'

The man felt the breath of death drawing near him, so he did not dare to linger anymore. He sprinted forward with everything he had in him.

Just now, he had summoned all of the mystic energy around him to block that d*mn girl's hit.

However, he was still injured…

'What did that mean?' The man's eyes widened little by little. 'That d*mn girl's cultivation is higher than mine!'

'How can that be? She is so young!'

Bang! Qiao Mu slapped her ferule again in her pursuit but missed. The light gathered by her mystic energy harshly landed mere inches behind the man's feet, draining the colors from his face. After a stumble, an exceptional speed erupted out of him.

The child frowned and sniffed the air.

She followed the man out of the central district and ran toward the ramshackle western district.