The dim light flickered in the room, stretching the two people's shadows on the wall to appear longer and shorter.

Le Chengrou's gaze fell on the new wound on Feng Chenning's neck that was still pink. Her eyes were full of heartache, her lips trembled slightly, and she seemed to be hesitant to speak.

The wound, which spanned across her delicate skin, was now surrounded by dried blood scabs that glowed a glaring red. Le Chengrou's heart tightened when she saw it, and her brows unconsciously twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

"Sister, how can this not hurt?"

Le Cheng murmured softly, his voice full of heartache and reluctance. His outstretched hand paused in the air, and finally landed carefully beside the wound, as if he was afraid of hurting her, so his movements were gentle.

Feng Chenning lied, "It's okay, I just bumped into it accidentally, it will be fine in a few days."

How could Kele Chengrou believe it so easily? She stared at the wound, full of suspicion, but did not ask any more questions.

However, just two days later, when Le Chengrou came to visit again and was about to change the bandage on Feng Chenning's neck wound, she was so shocked that her eyes widened.

The originally horrific wound has actually healed almost completely.

The blood scab fell off, and the new skin was pink and tender, full of vitality, with only a faint pink mark left.

The mark was particularly glaring against the fair skin, like a withered flower blooming on the snow.

She pulled Feng Chenning over and looked closely, "Sister, this healing speed is too amazing, so magical!"

Feng Chenning turned her head away when she heard that, and subconsciously raised her hand to cover it, "I said before that it's okay, you're just worrying too much."

"Okay, okay, I guess I was just too nervous."

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, Le Chengrou inadvertently caught a glimpse of a deeper scar below the healed area, crisscrossing and winding across her neck.

Le Chengrou's heart suddenly tightened, and her fingertips uncontrollably touched the scar. Her movements were cautious and tentative, and her eyes were full of shock and confusion:

"Sister, this old scar... why is it so deep? I didn't notice it a few days ago..."

Feng Chenning avoided the probing gaze, pursed her lips, and then spoke, "Don't ask too much about this matter, it will not do you any good."

Seeing that Feng Chenning didn't want to talk, Le Chengrou didn't ask any more questions, "Yeah, I'm glad that my sister is okay now."

After Le Chengrou left, Feng Chenning looked out the door and fell into deep thought.

I had just moved into that courtyard not long ago when I was visited.

It seems that it is not safe to stay here any longer. I will leave after I recover a little.

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The night was like a huge piece of black silk, weighing heavily on this small border town.

Only a few faint rays of moonlight struggled to squeeze out from between the clouds, sprinkling on the winding and deep alleys, outlining a gloomy and quiet picture.

She knew very well that group of people would never let her go easily. Feng Chenning had already pretended to say goodbye and left in the morning.

Now, she was wearing a neat black outfit, with her long hair tied into a high ponytail. A few strands of hair were blown by the night wind, dancing freely, adding a sense of solemnity.

His eyes were like cold stars, hidden in the shadow of a corner, watching the movements around him vigilantly.

Tonight, they will definitely attack Le Chengrou's family, and it will inevitably be another life-and-death battle.

Sure enough, a light but orderly sound of footsteps sounded at the end of the alley, breaking the silence of the night.

Feng Chenning looked up and saw several dark shadows approaching. They were wearing black robes, their faces were tightly covered with black scarves, and the sharp blades in their hands were flashing coldly in the moonlight.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a disdainful sneer.

Her bare hands tightly grasped the hilt of the dagger, which shone with an icy cold light under the dim moonlight, just like a meteor in the dark night, quietly lying dormant, waiting to devour its prey.

Just as the men in black were about to step into the attack range, Feng Chenning tapped the ground with her toes and rushed towards the men in black like an arrow. The dagger in her hand was like a nimble poisonous snake, piercing straight into the throat of the leading man in black.

The man raised his knife to block, but was a beat too slow. The dagger grazed the blade and accurately cut his neck artery. Blood spurted out and splashed all over the face of the person bystander.

Seeing this, the man in black attacked more fiercely, slashing with his long sword, and the wind from the sword cut his face painfully.

Feng Chenning dodged and moved sideways to get close to a man in black, striking him hard in the ribs with his elbow.

While he was bending over in pain, he stabbed the dagger into his abdomen from bottom to top. With a strong twist, the sound of his internal organs rupturing was faintly audible, and his sharp screams echoed throughout the alley.

She used the force to do a backward flip, avoiding the attack from behind, tapped the wall with her toes, and bounced back. She moved through the enemy group like a ghost, the dagger in her hand flashing coldly, and wherever she passed, blood splattered and screams were heard.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the men in black tried to surround her, constantly changing their formation, and their swords flashed like a net.

Feng Chenning had a calm expression. He spotted their weakness and pretended to retreat, luring the men in black to charge forward.

When the encirclement was loosened, she turned around suddenly, and waved the dagger with both hands like a butterfly flying through flowers. The sound of metal collision was as dense as rain.

In an instant, he knocked down several people's weapons, and took advantage of the situation to rush forward. His dagger was wrapped in strong wind, cutting through their throats and piercing their hearts. Every move was fatal.

Dozens of people were chasing after him. Feng Chenning wiped the blood off his face and was about to go forward again.

A warm and strong hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back hard.

Feng Chenning looked back and what caught her eye was Le Chengrou's extremely anxious face.

"There are so many people here, stop fighting and follow me."

She lowered her voice, and although there was a slight tremor in her words, there was no doubt about it.

Without giving Feng Chenning a chance to explain, Le Chengrou pulled her around and ran towards the secret door behind the tavern.

The two figures sank into the darkness, their hurried footsteps, the sound of their footsteps on the stone road was quietly covered by the whistling wind.

Passing through the secret door behind the tavern, there are intricate back streets and alleys. Le Chengrou turned left and right skillfully, leading Feng Chenning through the narrow passages.

Le Chengrou was a little scared. She could still hear the rustling sound of the black-clad man's sleeves fluttering as he chased her. He was so close that the danger was imminent.

Feng Chenning behind her remained calm and patted the back of her hand, "Don't be afraid."

Le Chengrou pulled her into an abandoned house full of debris, squeezed into the corner, and used tattered wooden boards to hide her body.

The house was filled with the smell of decay and dampness. Le Chengrou held her breath and stayed close to Feng Chenning.

Feng Chenning could feel her violent heartbeat, like dense drum beats.

Outside the house, men in black were scurrying around, searching everywhere, their sharp blades scraping across the wall, sparks flying everywhere.

Feng Chenning raised her hand to cover Le Chengrou's mouth to prevent her from making any sound. When their eyes met, her eyes were full of comfort, signaling Le Chengrou not to panic.

Several long minutes passed, until the footsteps of the man in black faded away and disappeared into the darkness of the night. Le Chengrou let out a long sigh of relief, and her tense body slumped down. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and hit the dusty ground.