The Ice King's Little Trouble Maker-Chapter 539 - 503 Tong Meng

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Chapter 539: Chapter 503 Tong Meng

The dagger slipped from her hand.

Qiao Yuxian reached with her left hand to grab it, but Wuqi knocked her hand away.

She immediately distanced herself from him.

In the next second, Wuqi picked up the dagger and lunged at her.

The attack was so fast that she had no time to retract her right arm.

She could only clutch her right arm and dodge continually.

The dagger in Wuqi’s hand moved so quickly it left afterimages.

From beginning to end, Wuqi’s expression didn’t change even once.

He was like a puppet, with only one expression.

He barely blinked.

He just stared directly at you.

Inside his eyes lurked a murderous intent and a bloodthirsty excitement.

An excitement as if he wanted to capture you and chop you into pieces.

Apart from that, he showed no anger, no fear, no pain, nothing.

Like a programmed puppet.

Qiao Yuxian dodged swiftly; when he attempted another horizontal cut, she leaned back to avoid it, and before he could strike again, she kicked him in the stomach.

As he staggered backward, the hand holding the dagger shifted direction again.

Qiao Yuxian thought his movement in changing the dagger’s direction must be his "signature" move.

Because she felt this speed was incredibly fast.

So she couldn’t dodge in time, and her left arm got hit.

The dagger sliced through her flesh, staining the blade with blood.

Qiao Yuxian didn’t seem to feel pain and reacted quickly. Following the trajectory of the dagger, she grabbed his wrist with her left hand. Then she added even more force in the direction he was using.

She pressed against his wrist and took two steps forward with incredible speed.

Wuqi didn’t even have time to react before the dagger slashed across his neck.

Blood sprayed out.

Qiao Yuxian tilted her head to avoid it.

Wuqi’s eyes widened abruptly.

A few seconds later, he kneeled straight on the ground, then fell face down, motionless.

As he fell, Qiao Yuxian snatched the dagger from his hand.

She didn’t spare him another glance; while steadying her breathing, she wiped the dagger on the sleeve of her right arm.

Once the bloodstains were cleaned off, she tucked the dagger back into the strap on her leg.

Perhaps the noise in the bedroom was too loud.

Or maybe someone outside the bedroom found the unconscious person.

The alarm of the villa sounded.

Commotion erupted outside.

Qiao Yuxian raised her eyes, scanned the surroundings, then walked towards the balcony’s pull-up bar.

This Wuqi might typically train in the room. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The room had various training equipment.

She wrapped her right arm around the pull-up bar, gripping her right wrist with her left hand, and with a sudden pull and push, set her arm back in place.

The pain in her shoulder significantly subsided instantly.

But with such force, the wound on her left arm bled even more.

Blood flowed down her arm and onto her hand.

Soaking through the bandage on her hand.

She glanced at the wound.

The room was too dark to see clearly, only showing her clothes were ripped.

Footsteps sounded outside the door.

Then came the sound of knocking.

Qiao Yuxian glanced towards the door, then pulled a card from her pocket.

With her index and middle fingers holding the card, she flicked it into the room, the card spinning away.

She turned and left from the balcony.

As she jumped from the balcony, the bedroom door was pushed open from outside, and the spinning card fell to the ground.

Illuminated by the light from the corridor, it revealed a black card the size of a playing card.

With only two golden characters: Tong Meng.

...

Qiao Yuxian didn’t return directly to Taohua Manor.

She planned to find a pharmacy along the way, buy some medicine, and treat her wound before going back.

But after searching around, she couldn’t find an open pharmacy and ended up near the hospital where Wen Mingcheng was.

Having already reached the hospital entrance, it would be too ridiculous to still look for a pharmacy to treat herself.

Wen Mingcheng was still bedridden, so he definitely wouldn’t see her.

Moreover, at this hour, Liu Zhou would surely be in the inpatient department and not appear here.

So she removed the bandage on her hand, tucking the dagger behind her waist, making herself appear less like a villain.

And headed towards the emergency room.

Even if she was a real villain, carrying a sniper rifle...

As long as it wasn’t aimed at a doctor...

The doctor would still prescribe medicine and treat you without even asking a question.

Because this is D Continent, and these things are commonplace.

Normal.

However, upon reaching the emergency entrance, before climbing the steps, she regretted it.

She should have bought medicine and bandaged her wound somewhere else.

Liu Zhou stood by a trash can at the bottom of the steps, with a half-smoked cigarette between his right fingers, his half-open mouth watching her steadily.

Qiao Yuxian felt someone looking at her, and when she raised her eyes to look over, she too froze.

For a good ten seconds, they stared at each other from a distance of five or six meters.

Then Liu Zhou stubbed out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can, frowning as he walked towards her.

When he spoke, his voice was unsteady: "Injured?"

Qiao Yuxian was wearing a hat and mask, the brim pulled low so her face couldn’t be seen.

So she assumed Liu Zhou had mistaken her for someone else, and turned to leave.

"Boss!" Liu Zhou didn’t call her Sister Xian; he directly shouted Boss.

Qiao Yuxian halted her steps.

Of these people, she and Liu Zhou had been on the most missions together.

Even with her face covered meticulously.

He could recognize her demeanor and aura at a glance.

Qiao Yuxian no longer left, turned around, and pushed up the brim of her hat, saying, "What are you doing here so late at night?"

"Smoking." Liu Zhou responded, then looked at the wound on her arm, "Let’s not talk about anything else right now, let’s get that wound treated first."

Liu Zhou was a few years older than Qiao Yuxian.

Although he usually called her Sister Xian.

At times like this, especially in moments of urgency, he subconsciously treated her like a little sister, and his tone would change.

Qiao Yuxian was used to it, didn’t say anything, and went into the emergency room with him.

The bandage wrapped around her hand was completely soaked.

Now unwrapped, her hand was in her pocket.

The pocket began to get wet.

Qiao Yuxian silently thought to herself: How could there be so much blood.

The wound was deep... but not that deep.

There shouldn’t be so much blood.

Hopefully, she wouldn’t lose too much blood in a bit.

Thinking this, Liu Zhou took her to see a doctor.

The wound was deep, but indeed not too deep.

Her arm was slender, so the wound couldn’t extend too far.

The doctor said she could choose to have stitches or not. He mentioned that if stitched well, the wound would heal nicely and not leave a scar.

But Qiao Yuxian decisively refused.

No stitches.

There’s scar removal ointment from Yao Mountain Island.

It’s very effective.

She had taken a hit on her shoulder before; the wound was deeper than this, but after using the ointment slowly, the scar disappeared. Now there’s no trace left.

She didn’t want to experience the feeling of needles piercing through her skin.

No stitches, just bandaging.

But without stitches, there would be no anesthesia.

Qiao Yuxian’s wound was not very deep, but deep enough.

During disinfection, hydrogen peroxide and saline were alternately applied.

Since the injury was on her arm, Qiao Yuxian simply tore off the entire sleeve on that side.

Liu Zhou had nothing to be shy about.

He stood beside her, watching as the nurse bandaged her wound.

During disinfection, Liu Zhou grimaced, with veins standing out on his neck and hands.

You’d think he was the one injured.

For the injured party showed no expression at all.

Qiao Yuxian sat in a chair, her right hand casually resting on the desk beside her. Her eyes looked forward as if distracted, spaced out.

Throughout the disinfection process, she didn’t react at all...