Four Great Villains

Wang Xian's eyes did not linger on the woman.

Because at that moment, the little white wolf could no longer endure the woman's caresses. It leaped from Feng Hao's arms to the ground and streaked toward Wang Xian.

Wang Xian picked it up and set it on a nearby stool, then looked at the four men before him.

The middle-aged man had a face crisscrossed with knife scars, while the fat man possessed a pair of hawk eyes.

At first glance, the Daoist looked just like an exorcist who drove corpses. His face held not a trace of human vitality, making him seem little different from a zombie.

Only the young cultivator looked somewhat normal. At least he looked like a human being.

The young cultivator looked at Wang Xian, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Where did you come from, young master?"

Although he knew that he might soon fight these four men to the death, Wang Xian still smiled. "I came from Moon City. Do you know me?"

The cold wind swept past, and the withered trees behind the teahouse wailed in the gale. The young cultivator's face showed no expression, while the Daoist sitting opposite him did not even lift his head.

The woman, however, pulled Feng Hao over by the hand and sat him beside her. The two leaned together and began whispering animatedly.

No one could understand what the two of them were saying. Even Wang Xian was stunned for a moment and thought, Women really are trouble.

I even hid in the Imperial City, yet you chased me all the way here. What exactly are you trying to do?

"I don't know you!"

The young cultivator shook his head. Pointing at the little white wolf beside Wang Xian, he shouted