The Truth Was the Sharpest Knife for Killing

Horse-Return Town, the cold wind whistled.

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Especially at night, it was so cold here that people nearly forgot all about sex. They only wanted to curl up beneath the blankets without leaving the slightest gap.

Because the moment there was a gap in the covers, the cold wind would seize the opening and pour in, churning wildly beneath the quilt until it made one feel as though one were dying in ecstasy.

Yet at a time like this, Zi Yu—or rather, Qing Yu—could not sleep.

How could she possibly sleep at a time like this!

She had originally wanted to hurry back. After all, if she returned, it would once again become three against two, a situation where the advantage was hers. But she was worried Duan Yun would not know the way.

So she could only wait here.

Wait anxiously.

The Letter House should have been noisy, since pigeons loved to coo and coo, but with every pigeon having been released, the place seemed very quiet.

Who knew how many rounds of mahjong they had played by now? She reckoned that no matter how fast Duan Yun was, he probably would not arrive until tomorrow. She did not know whether the Murong Brothers and Ning Qing could hold out.

Just imagine it: the three heroes had set out together, thinking themselves invincible and rarely matched, yet who could have expected them to encounter such a situation?

All she could say was that the thing on the moon was truly wicked and bizarre.

Then, at that moment, her ears suddenly pricked up.

Because she heard the sound of something tearing through the air.

The sound carried the force of wind and thunder, striking her ears with exceptional clarity.

No one but an expert could create such a