Chapter 64

Muyan Feiyi was clearly much more innocent than he was, and she whispered softly, "It's something that can never be discovered in this lifetime." Muyan Feiyi often found herself unknowingly engaging in verbal sparring with Hu Xiaotian, a path that often led to no return for her. Multiple experiences had proven that she could never gain the upper hand.

"As long as you are patient, you will eventually find my strengths!" Hu Xiaotian found that speaking some wicked words to a girl with no ulterior motives was a unique pleasure. However, no matter how wicked his thoughts were, Muyan Feiyi found it difficult to align with him in her thinking: "I haven't found your strengths!" As she spoke, she even glanced at Hu Xiaotian's lower body.

Hu Xiaotian felt a bit depressed. Of course, you can't see anything with my pants on, but he quickly realized that Muyan Feiyi's idea of "strengths" was not as wicked as he imagined. So, he imitated Muyan Feiyi, straightening his legs. Surprisingly, in terms of leg length, they were about the same. It was unscientific; he was about 7-8 centimeters taller than Muyan Feiyi, so it seemed his body proportions were different, with more growth in the upper body.

Looking at Muyan Feiyi's long legs, even through the long robe, he could see some graceful contours. He said frankly, "Your legs are really long!"

Muyan Feiyi's face turned a bit red. This guy really had no sense of propriety, saying anything that came to mind. She quickly bent her legs, wrapped her arms around her knees, and glared at Hu Xiaotian, "Do you believe I'll beat you up?"

"Sure! But I think you'll regret it."

Muyan Feiyi sneered, "Fine, I'll quit and go back to the capital to live as a commoner!"

Hu Xiaotian said, "Do you believe I'll blame your good friend Tang Qingxuan?"

Muyan Feiyi's phoenix eyes widened, "What does it have to do with her?" In her view, this guy's thinking was too far-fetched. How could he suddenly link it to Tang Qingxuan? What did their conflict have to do with her?

"Where there's a will, there's a way. I can't beat you, but I can't swallow this humiliation either. So, I can only choose to retaliate against your friend. I'll say you colluded to harm a government official, and even blame the bandit attack tonight on you. Even if you escape punishment, your friend will suffer. What do you think?"

Muyan Feiyi was truly impressed by this guy's shamelessness. He could come up with such despicable ideas. It seemed that dealing with such a person couldn't be measured by rules and integrity. Muyan Feiyi still couldn't judge whether Hu Xiaotian was a good person or a bad person. If he was a good person, he had done so many bad things, using any means necessary, without principles. If he was a bad person, he had helped many people, including herself. Muyan Feiyi looked at Hu Xiaotian beside her, feeling truly lost. She whispered, "I heard that before you were sixteen, you were a fool who couldn't even speak. Is it true or not?" She changed the topic, clearly trying to divert the conversation.

Hu Xiaotian said, "That's my personal privacy, I don't need to tell you."

"Pfft, who cares!" Muyan Feiyi suddenly noticed a black shadow swiftly passing over the eaves. Although it was just a fleeting moment, it didn't escape her keen eyes. She drew a short knife from her waist, aimed at the black shadow on the eaves, and with a swift arm movement, a cold, sharp light shot towards the shadow's back like a bolt of lightning.

The black-clothed figure on the eaves didn't even look back. When the flying knife was about three feet away, he extended his left hand, using his index and middle fingers to gently deflect it. A sharp whistle sounded, and the flying knife reversed direction, heading straight for Hu Xiaotian's chest.

Hu Xiaotian was sitting on the ground with his legs straight, still not recovered from his verbal sparring with Muyan Feiyi. He hadn't even noticed the black shadow on the roof. When Muyan Feiyi shot the flying knife, he realized someone might be on the roof. By the time he looked up, the flying knife was already flying towards his chest. Hu Xiaotian was terrified. "What the heck, it's not my fault, I didn't shoot it at you. You have the wrong person!"

The speed of the flying knife reversing direction was much faster than when Muyan Feiyi had thrown it. She originally wanted to catch it, but when she heard the sharp whistle, her face turned pale. The attacker's strength and speed were far superior to hers, and she had no way to catch the knife. In a panic, she threw herself forward, tackling Hu Xiaotian to the ground. The flying knife grazed her back, tearing her robe and exposing her smooth, jade-like back.

Muyan Feiyi instinctively clung to Hu Xiaotian. Hu Xiaotian had been suddenly tackled to the ground, and the place he landed was not flat, causing him considerable discomfort. His back was in pain, but his chest was pressed against Muyan Feiyi's soft, supple body. His first reaction was to wrap his arms around her slender waist, pulling her close. The feeling of warm, fragrant embrace was truly delightful. Muyan Feiyi's body was indeed very elastic. Her back was smooth and lustrous, like warm jade, and the sensation was truly intoxicating. Hu Xiaotian's mental fortitude was quite strong. At such a moment, he wasn't worried about his safety but was thinking of romantic and intimate things, essentially taking advantage of the situation. His right hand even landed on Muyan Feiyi's firm, elastic buttocks, making him want to pinch it hard.

However, while the impulse was there, Hu Xiaotian didn't dare to act. Muyan Feiyi's fists and sword were not to be trifled with. If she thought he was taking advantage of the situation, she would definitely attack him. So, he just took the opportunity to hug her and touch her lightly, then said, "You're crushing me, get up..."

His back did hurt, but compared to the intoxicating feeling of being so close to her, the pain was negligible. The flying knife grazed Muyan Feiyi's back and then flew along the ground, embedding itself deeply into a nearby pillar.

The black shadow on the roof paused, slowly turning around. His cold, icy eyes pierced through the darkness, fixing on Hu Xiaotian's face. Hu Xiaotian and the black-clothed figure stared at each other. The flying knife wasn't his, but with Muyan Feiyi on top of him, her face down, the attacker could only see Hu Xiaotian clearly. Hu Xiaotian inwardly cursed his bad luck. "What the heck, another black pot to carry tonight?"

The black-clothed figure nodded, and Hu Xiaotian understood his meaning: "Good kid, I remember you." Fortunately, the black-clothed figure didn't come down to settle the score. He lightly touched the eaves and disappeared into the night.

Muyan Feiyi got up from Hu Xiaotian, and Hu Xiaotian thought she would chase after the attacker. He quickly grabbed her wrist and whispered, "Don't chase a defeated enemy!" Muyan Feiyi had no intention of chasing. The attacker had deflected the flying knife with just two fingers, a feat that was far more powerful than her own. His martial arts were unfathomable, and chasing him would mean certain death.

At that moment, loud shouts came from the neighboring courtyard: "Thief! There's a thief!"

Hu Xiaotian and Muyan Feiyi exchanged a glance, both thinking it was not good. Hu Xiaotian pulled Muyan Feiyi back into the room, thinking it was better to avoid trouble. Muyan Feiyi had the same idea. After taking a few steps, she remembered something and walked back to the pillar, pulling out the flying knife embedded in it. The knife had penetrated the pillar to the hilt, showing the attacker's formidable strength.

Once they were back in the room, Muyan Feiyi realized that Hu Xiaotian had followed her in. Her eyes widened, and she glared at him, "Get out!"

Hu Xiaotian smiled awkwardly. He hadn't intended to come in, but somehow ended up following her. He nodded, "Alright, I'll go!" Just as he turned to leave, Muyan Feiyi grabbed him, then swiftly struck the oil lamp on the table with her palm. The lamp was about a yard away, but the force of her palm extinguished the flame. This was the Empty Palm technique, a skill she had mastered.

Hu Xiaotian was taken aback, unsure of Muyan Feiyi's intentions. Could it be that the cold Muyan Feiyi had a passionate heart? He thought, "Ha, if I had known, I would have taken a nap to save some energy. I wonder if I can handle her." He put on a gentle tone, "Feiyi..."

To Muyan Feiyi, his voice sounded very annoying, but she wasn't in the mood to beat him up. She covered his mouth, and Hu Xiaotian was surprised. Was she going to force herself on him? He felt a bit excited and hopeful. He tried to push her hand away, but she pressed his chest with her elbow and leaned in, whispering, "Someone's coming!"

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