The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

The other party was a mysterious master who silently eliminated an assassin with a single move.

Such terrifying skill is truly rare.

The assassins couldn't help but think of Xiao Ji, the god of death, but they quickly dismissed the idea.

Xiao Ji is now surrounded. Although the people of Northern Qi cannot kill him, it will not be easy to capture him in a short time.

If it wasn't him, then who was secretly protecting the mother and child?

The assassins were filled with doubt when a bewitching voice reached their ears.

"What a bunch of idiots, ha..." The voice seemed both near and far, as if in the clouds and right in front of you.

Her voice was ethereal yet alluring; a single chuckle could melt a person's bones.

Several assassins' eyes became infatuated, and some even showed a look of covetousness on their faces.

Unfazed by the sound, they rushed to pull the group away, only to find that they had lost their minds and were walking forward with numb eyes.

"Wake up, don't listen to that person's voice, wake up quickly."

At this moment, everyone panicked.

A mere chuckle was enough to bewitch someone so deeply; who exactly is this person? It's terrifying.

Song Wenjun also found it somewhat unbelievable, as neither she nor Zhishu were affected by the sound.

Could it be that this sound only works on assassins?

The opponent's strength is truly terrifying.

Everyone looked around in horror, but Xiao Jinyan remained calm.

He stood calmly with his arms crossed, and said somewhat impatiently, "Why are you so slow, old man? Do you really need this much time to deal with just a few assassins?"

The soft laugh disappeared as soon as the words were spoken.

The assassins, who had been so infatuated, were now all lying on the ground, their faces contorted and bleeding from all seven orifices.

In the blink of an eye, four people were killed.

Both the assassin and Song Wenjun's group were shocked.

The remaining assassins all looked terrified.

One of the men, who appeared to be the leader, finally realized what was happening. He stared at the sky in terror, his eyes filled with fear: "It's...it's a demon, it's a demon..."

Upon hearing his words, the remaining people were all terrified and retreated step by step.

They even knelt down in front of thin air: "Lord Mei, we have no grudge against each other, so please don't make things difficult for us."

"It's all my fault for being blind and not recognizing your greatness. If we had known that this child was your apprentice, we certainly wouldn't have dared to make things difficult for him. Please, sir, show mercy and spare my life."

The word "charm" used by these people made Song Wenjun look at Xiao Jinyan in surprise.

But she saw that he had his head down, looking as if he didn't dare to look at her.

Song Wenjun clenched her fists tightly, her face stern: "Yan Yan, is your master really a demon?"

Yan Yan lowered her head, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes: "Mother, please let me explain."

A powerful gust of air swept in, and the assassins who were still kowtowing instantly collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, a black and red figure gracefully landed.

The man's eyes were alluring, yet his face held a sharp edge.

The people at his feet looked like ants.

His voice was languid, yet carried a murderous intent: "A few lackeys dare to injure my disciple? They're courting death."

Then, he looked at Yan Yan, his eyes still arrogant: "What, is being my disciple a disservice to you?"

Song Wenjun hurriedly shielded Xiao Jinyan, her eyes full of wariness as she looked at him: "You are a member of the martial arts world, why have you repeatedly tried to contact my son?"

Faced with overwhelming power, Song Wenjun had no choice but to yield.

She didn't know what Mei wanted to do to Xiao Jinyan, and felt very resistant to him.

The wariness in her eyes made Mei frown: "Foolish woman, if I wanted your son dead, he would have been dead long ago."

He flicked his long sleeves and a smug smile appeared on his face: "If I hadn't taught him martial arts, you would already be dead under the swords of these assassins."

Mei's words made Song Wenjun very upset, because Mei was telling the truth.

But since ancient times, good and evil have been irreconcilable.

"Please stay away from my son from now on, but you have been kind to us, mother and son. Tell me, what do you want in return?"

Mei forcibly took Yan Yan as his disciple, which will have a great impact on his future path.

Moreover, Mei is a member of Blood Night.

His defection is also a huge loss for Blood Night, and they might hold the Chu King's Mansion responsible for it.

Xiao Jinyan's situation will only become more difficult then.

However, Mei always acts solely on her own whims, completely disregarding worldly matters.

Therefore, Song Wenjun's words were like playing music to a cow for him.

Sure enough, Mei's face showed impatience.

He looked at Song Wenjun with a sharp gaze: "You're so long-winded."

With a flick of his wrist, a powerful gust of wind struck Song Wenjun's chest; he had actually harbored murderous intent towards her.

If this palm strike had landed on Song Wenjun, she would have been dead without a doubt.

At the critical moment, Xiao Jinyan stepped forward and unleashed a palm strike, dispersing the palm wind.

Although he was young, he easily deflected the blow.

Mei's eyes immediately lit up with joy as she looked at him: "Good disciple, when did you reach the fourth level of your Qingfeng Technique?"

The Qingfeng Technique has nine levels in total, and each level is extremely difficult to master.

Some people can't break through to the third level and may even stay at that level for many years.

But Yan Yan was only two years old, and he easily deflected the palm strike.

Mei's eyes were full of joy, and she even stretched out her arms and laughed: "My disciple is indeed a martial arts prodigy. I did not misjudge him. My mantle has finally been passed on."

Yan Yan's blood was surging, but he tried his best to suppress it.

He looked at Mei, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "This is the first and the last time. If you ever harbor murderous thoughts towards my mother again, I will kill you."

The little boy was brimming with a fierce aura. If Song Wenjun hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that this was her beloved son.

At this moment, the way she looked at Xiao Jinyan changed slightly.

Some were even too afraid to go forward.

She even had a bold guess in her mind: could Yan Yan be a reincarnated person like her?

But is that possible?

In her previous life, Yan Yan died as an infant.

How can a baby have memories?

Song Wenjun looked at Xiao Jinyan with a very complicated expression, while Mei looked at Xiao Jinyan as if he were a treasure.

"Hahaha..." Mei laughed loudly, saying with great pride, "Good lad, you have ambition! Master likes people like you. As expected of my disciple, Mei, you're quite wicked..."

Xiao Jinyan: "..."

It suddenly felt like a heavy punch hitting cotton.

Is Master a masochist?

He was about to kill him, and he was still happy about it.

This is truly bizarre.

Song Wenjun also had a complicated expression. Was it a blessing or a curse that her son had become involved with this demon?

"Good disciple, don't be angry. How could your master possibly want to kill your mother? I was just testing your skills..." The demon who could kill without leaving a trace was actually speaking kindly to a little kid.

He was genuinely afraid that Xiao Jinyan would ignore him.