activa-t How could it be him in Chapter 185?
How could it be him in Chapter 185?
The Nu River still roars beneath our feet.
Zhao Qingxue's heart sank into an even colder and quieter abyss.
Looking at Qin Mu's face so close to hers, at the calm and confident smile in his eyes, she felt a chill that went straight to her bones for the first time.
This chill did not come from fear.
Rather, it stemmed from awe of the man before her, whose calculations were flawless.
She frantically went through every word Qin Mu had just said in her mind, trying to find a flaw, trying to leave a last chance for Li Yang and herself to turn the tide.
However, the more you sort it out, the clearer it becomes.
The clearer it is, the more desperate it becomes.
First of all, the connection between the Nujiang Gang and the Northern Border is real.
As for Xu Longxiang... Zhao Qingxue closed her eyes, then opened them again.
She recalled the look Xu Longxiang had given her outside the east gate of the imperial city yesterday morning.
That gaze was too intense, too direct, carrying too many inappropriate emotions.
If she were to disappear at this moment.
If all the clues left at the ferry point to the North.
If Li Chunfeng continued his investigation, he would discover that Xu Longxiang did indeed have men operating in this area...
She didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Qin Mu held every single thread in his hand, and calculated every detail meticulously.
This is a situation that is almost unsolvable.
And she, Empress Zhao Qingxue of Liyang, who thought she was the one in control of the whole game, unknowingly became the most crucial piece in this game.
Zhao Qingxue took a deep breath.
The night wind, carrying the moisture from the Nu River, rushed into my lungs, chilling me to the bone.
She prayed silently in her heart.
Imperial Preceptor...
Please, you must see through his plot.
Please, do not be deceived by appearances.
If there is anyone in this world who can see the truth from the mystery Qin Mu has laid out, it is you.
She gazed at the silvery sword light in the night sky, and at the figure that remained sharp and unyielding even amidst the encirclement of the inky black dragon scales.
Li Chunfeng is still engaged in fierce fighting.
At this time,
A sudden change has occurred!
The jet-black dragon that had been entangled with Li Chunfeng in the night sky suddenly let out a long roar that shook the heavens!
Zhao Qingxue's pupils suddenly contracted!
The enormous body of the dragon began to crumble inch by inch, starting from its head!
The jet-black scales poured onto the river like a torrential rain, shimmering with a delicate and poignant light under the moonlight.
The dragon's body shattered into millions of black fragments, which then turned into specks of inky light in the wind, like torn pieces of night sky, drifting over the Nu River.
The sky above the river has returned to its clear state.
The moonlight poured down without obstruction, illuminating the figure that emerged from the shattered dragon's body.
It was Li Chunfeng.
However, Zhao Qingxue's gaze went past Li Chunfeng.
It landed three zhang behind him.
There.
The river water was still churning, and the broken dragon scales were still falling like rain.
And amidst that sky full of inky dust.
A black figure slowly emerged from the core of the shattered dragon body.
Zhao Qingxue saw that face clearly.
Her pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints at that moment.
—That was a man.
He was around forty years old, with a lean and stern face, a short beard on his chin, and an air of authority from someone who had long held a high position.
He was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, with dark silver flowing cloud patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, and a slender sword hanging at his waist.
Even before the sword was drawn, a chilling sword intent emanated from his body, subtly clashing with Li Chunfeng's sword intent.
His face was expressionless, and his eyes were as empty as two bottomless ancient wells.
But Zhao Qingxue recognized him.
He was one of Xu Longxiang's advisors.
Codename "Ink Raven".
He was one of Xu Longxiang's most trusted hidden assassins.
And this moment.
This blade, which should have been in the far north, hidden in the darkness like a shadow, has appeared here.
How is that possible?
Zhao Qingxue felt a bone-chilling cold rise from the soles of her feet, traveling up her spine like thousands of icy venomous snakes, gnawing at her bones and soul.
She turned her head sharply and looked at Qin Mu.
Qin Mu was also watching that figure, his gaze calm, even with a hint of appreciation.
It was as if it wasn't a pawn in his carefully designed trap.
It is a work of art with an extremely high degree of completion.
"Your Majesty the Empress,"
Qin Mu spoke softly, his tone as gentle as if in casual conversation, "What do you think of the arrangement of this play I've put on?"
Zhao Qingxue did not answer.
Her throat felt like it was being choked by an invisible hand, and she couldn't make a sound.
She just stared intently at Qin Mu, at the confident, composed, and all-controlling smile in his eyes.
It turned out to be the case.
From the moment she stepped into the Nujiang ferry crossing, she had already stepped into his carefully laid trap.
No.
Even earlier.
From the moment she decided to ally with Xu Longxiang.
Qin Mu may have already been making plans.
Everything tonight is part of a script that Qin Mu wrote from the very beginning.
The Nujiang Gang was just an unexpected bonus.
And she, Empress Zhao Qingxue of Liyang, never left his chessboard from beginning to end.
She thought she was the one playing the game.
It turns out that she was just another pawn he was playing with in his palm.
This realization gave her an unprecedented, profound feeling...
Powerless.
.......
In the night sky, Li Chunfeng's figure suddenly froze.
He had just escaped the dragon's clutches, and his sword intent still lingered around him, the silvery sword light layering like a tide, not yet fully subsided.
But all his sharpness, all his fighting spirit, all his vigilance.
Everyone saw the figure emerging from the dragon's body—
It solidified.
Black crow.
Li Chunfeng's pupils contracted slightly, and his eyes, which were always half-closed beneath his white eyebrows, were now fully open, their sharp light concealed, like two deep pools that had suddenly frozen over.
He knows this person.
This Celestial Realm assassin should have been in the Northern Army camp or on his way back to the North.
But it appeared here.
It appeared in the sky above the Nujiang ferry crossing.
It appeared just before his emperor was about to cross the river.
Li Chunfeng's white beard trembled gently in the night breeze.
He spoke.
The aged voice echoed in the night sky, carrying an incredulous bewilderment.
"...How could it be him?"