Never divorce, never stop getting rich

When the moon is bright in the sky, it is a good time to cheat, murder and rob.

At this time, two people were standing face to face on the top of the Forbidden City, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword.

The man holding the knife had a face full of flesh, a messy beard, and was wearing barbarian clothes. His arms were covered with scars, and he looked like a ferocious god.

The swordsman was thin and gloomy, with dark eyes and wild clothes. His mouth was full of rotten teeth, and he exuded a faint breath of death.

"Hu Jian! The 240 members of the Tong family tragically died. Was this your fault?"

The swordsman in Hu clothing shouted loudly, his face blurred by the bright moon behind him.

The thin swordsman laughed and said, "Yes! It's me! I guess you are the wanted bandit Liu Yishou? You kidnapped women and children, and committed all kinds of evil. I've heard of you for a long time!"

"Haha! I, Liu Yishou, will remain true to my name and surname. Today, I'm here to compete with Brother Hu to see which is faster, your sword or my knife!"

As soon as Liu Yishou finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up with his sword in hand. The blade chopped down with such ferocious force that the glazed tiles on the roof were instantly smashed to pieces, and the tiles scattered like fallen leaves in a hurricane.

"Good sword skills!"

Hu Jian was not in a hurry. His sword flashed like water as he blocked the blade and moved his body to the side, dodging it nimbly.

The two men fought quickly, the flashes of swords and shadows intertwined in the moonlight, their movements were like ghosts, and murderous intent spread in the air.

Liu Yishou's knife was sharp, and every time the blade chopped down, tiles and wood chips flew everywhere.

Hu Jian's swordsmanship was light and his footwork was exquisite, allowing him to handle the violent attacks with ease.

The Imperial Guards surrounded the entire hall, waiting for the two men to be defeated and then they would move forward to reap the benefits.

Who knew that before the two men had enough fun, they saw a beautiful woman in women's clothing floating over and reaching the top of the Forbidden City without any effort.

With that figure and appearance, those who don’t know her would think she is a female martial arts heroine.

"Hey, is this something Brother Liu sent to liven things up?"

Hu Jian blocked Liu Yishou's big knife and even had time to make a few jokes.

Liu Yishou had never seen Wen Chun before, but when he was close, he saw that the beauty's clothes were torn and her bellyband was exposed. Based on his rich experience, he knew that she must have encountered something unspeakable before.

I couldn't help but feel regretful. If it was intact, I think it would have sold for a good price.

Wen Chun had no time to talk to these two useless people. He passed by as quickly as a ghost.

With the activation of internal force, one of Liu Yishou's arms broke, and a scream resounded through the night sky. The long sword fell from his hand, but was firmly caught by Wen Chun with a lowered shoulder.

He looked at the knife in his hand, and the ecstasy that had been suppressed for a long time surged in his heart. He was fine, the effect of the medicine had worn off, and his kung fu was back.

He is not a weakling, nor is he the kind that the bad woman despises... He will definitely go back to prove himself. He will let that woman know how tragic the consequences of offending him will be.

"You actually ruined the competition?"

Hu Jian was shocked. The only thing Liu Yishou relied on to do all kinds of evil was his superb kung fu.

But this pretty boy who looked effeminate and was dressed in women's clothes actually grabbed a knife and injured someone in an instant. His movements were sharp and vicious, as if the god of death had come. His strength was unfathomable.

"What kind of martial arts competition is this? They're just two worthless people despised by the martial arts world. I'm afraid they climbed up here using a ladder."

Wen Chun raised Liu Yishou's long sword, his eyes became more and more red. He was in a bad mood today. If he couldn't kill that woman, how could he kill these two scums?

"Brother Liu, this Rabbit Lord is truly despicable. Let's team up and kill him. Once we've killed him, we can choose another day to duel!"

Hu Jian knew that his martial arts skills were not as good as the pretty boy's, so he decided to fight the enemy together with Liu Yishou. As for whether the victory was unfair, neither he nor Liu Yishou were good people.

"When we catch him, I'm going to teach him a lesson. With such a beauty, we two brothers should have some fun with her first, and then we can sell her to a brothel to buy wine!"

The two of them pounced on Wen Chun together, but their combined strength seemed insignificant in front of Wen Chun.

Wen Chun held the knife in both hands, and the knife light drew dazzling arcs in the night sky, and hit Hu Jian's shoulder with almost no effort.

Then came another blow, directly splitting Liu Yishou's thigh, leaving a long bloody wound. He screamed and fell to the ground, blood spilling all over the roof, and his intention to escape could no longer be concealed.

Liu Yidao didn't dare to fight any longer. He staggered to his feet and turned around to run. His warm and white cheeks were splattered with blood-red plums. He raised his big knife and started to chop hard.

Liu Yidao was unable to dodge and was stabbed several times on the back. A mouthful of blood spurted far away and he was about to fall to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"Where to run!"

Wen Chun raised the big knife again and chopped it down from top to bottom. The knife light was like thunder from the sky. Liu Yidao was cut in half. The upper half hung on the eaves, while the lower half fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Seeing this, Hu Jian turned around and was about to run away, but he didn't know that Wen Chun was full of murderous intent. He took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his face, then suddenly took a step forward and slashed down with a knife like lightning.

In less than three breaths, Hu Jian's body was torn apart, blood splattered everywhere, and there was no breath left. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Hahahaha, you bad woman, just wait for me, I will definitely cut you and the Marquis into small pieces today!"

The beauty's pink clothes fluttered as she walked away with a knife in her hand.

The Imperial Guards were finally able to use their skills. One of the guards, before turning around, sighed as he watched the beauty's retreating figure:

"No wonder they say the pinker the clothes, the more vicious the attacks."

"What are you talking about? Come here quickly and catch him." The commander on the opposite side shouted.

"Arrest someone? Arrest who? The upper half, or the lower half? The head, or the body?"

It turns out that being a Royal Guard is a tiring job.

Wen Chun, who felt that he had recovered his magical powers, rushed all the way at lightning speed. Before he could even see the guards in the marquis's mansion, he had already rushed straight to Qian Qiansui's room.

He had planned everything out. First, he would kill the Marquis to complete the mission, and then he would tie up the lady and cut her into pieces with his sword.

Even if she kneels down and begs for mercy, he will never show mercy to avenge her for taking her body.

The main courtyard was still quiet. It was already late at night, and many servants had slacked off wherever they could.

Wen Chun didn't even try to avoid it and walked into the dormitory holding a bloody knife.

The dragon and phoenix candles in the room were still extinguished, which showed that the lady had not gotten up at all after he left.

Is it that she doesn't care at all, or that she dislikes his body? Wen Chun stood in the house, suddenly feeling aggrieved.

This woman is so heartless. Even after such a big thing happened, she still had the heart to sleep, and she might even have slept with the Marquis in her arms!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Wen Chun walked in with murderous intent on his face. He clenched the knife handle several times, wanting to chop at the lady, but each time he missed the target and the knife went straight into the bed board, where the Marquis slept.

He told himself that he had to kill the Marquis first and complete the mission.

"What? Are you back again?"

Rubbing her eyes, Qian Qiansui lay comfortably on the bed and didn't want to move. She thought Wen Chun would come back, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon.

Was this a lingering aftertaste? Or was she here to get back at him? Regardless, she was prepared.

Thanks to the Marquis, this villain who doesn't care about food or meat. If she hadn't read the book and knew how cruel the Marquis was in that regard, she would never have thought of searching this room.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Wen Chun waved his inner strength, and the dragon and phoenix candles actually lit up again. He looked at the bed again and frowned slightly. Sure enough, the Marquis was still not there.

Qian Qiansui blinked and finally adapted to the light. She looked at the handsome man in pink in front of her and felt happy. She really didn't suffer any loss.