Meng Zi had been a thief for fifteen years, and when it came to lightness skills, she was second. No one dared to admit that she was first.

However, as she was jumping from one building to the other, the Qi River behind her was unexpectedly following her every step of the way.

She stopped walking and turned her head to look at Qi He. The man followed her and stopped. His eyes were filled with innocent doubt.

Meng Zi was confused. "Sir, didn't you want to leave the palace?" This servant will not make things difficult for you and Jingfei, but this servant will not make things difficult for you. "

Qi He's face was like a painting. The bright moonlight was shining on top of his head with a layer of faint silver splendor. A cool breeze blew and the black silk danced.

Meng Zixian looked at his beautiful face and couldn't help but be lost in thought. Soon after, a wave of intimidating chilliness swept over.

Subconsciously taking a few steps back, Meng Zixian held her breath and watched as the glass bead in his hair left the enveloping moonlight, and the light suddenly disappeared.

"You .. What do you want to do? " She frowned, feeling uneasy.

"I should ask you that."

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew past her ears. Meng Zixian felt a chill down her neck, and before she could figure out what was on her neck, Meng Zixian was ready to take out the dagger she had hidden.

However, after feeling around in his sleeve for a while, he realized that it was empty. A low voice came from above his head, carrying the coldness unique to the night, spreading to the bottom of his heart.

"Who are you?"

Qi He was just a few inches away from Meng Zixian. Meng Zixian looked down and saw the dagger he was holding in his hand was resting on her neck.

In that cramped space, the two's silhouettes were elongated. The wind blew from the rooftop, causing their hair to flutter as they twined together.

His robes fluttered in the wind, and the sound of the wind was especially sharp.

Meng Zixian was silent for a long time, and then suddenly burst into laughter, like silver bells ringing, "What did sire say? Your servant is a palace maid."

It was as if the man didn't believe him: "You don't need to pretend with me."

Qi He's voice was warning, and he slightly pressed his hand. Meng Zixian only felt a sharp pain from her neck, and slippery blood flowed out from under the blade.

Meng Zixian focused her eyes, curled her legs and kicked behind her. As Qi He was retreating, Meng Zixian wanted to run away.

However, the hem of her shirt was once again grabbed by Qi He. She simply took off her shirt, turned around, and started waving her fist and kicking towards him.

After several rounds of fighting with Qi He, they were no match for each other.

However, Meng Zixian's body was relatively weak now. After a few rounds of fighting, she was starting to run out of strength. She was struggling a bit, but Qi He was still calm and unperturbed.

"Leave a chance for a person to meet you in the future. Sir, you don't have to kill a little girl like me. "

Meng Zixian was already sweating. Her face was also covered with sweat. She had no choice but to stop talking with him.

Qi He stared at her. Meng Zixian was carefully retreating. Suddenly, she lost her focus. The tiles under her feet caved in, her body staggered, and she was on the verge of collapse.

The man stepped forward and grabbed Meng Zixian, who was about to lose her balance. Before she could regain her balance, Qi He suddenly grabbed Meng Zixian's chin, forcing her to open her mouth.

He put a pill in her mouth, closed her mouth, lifted her chin, and pushed the pill down her throat.

Caught off guard, Meng Zixian's actions were smooth and natural. By the time she reacted, the pill was already in her stomach.

She had been in the martial arts world for many years, so she naturally knew that a lot of people there were good at using poison. At this moment, she didn't know what poison this person fed her.

However, he was caught by Qi He. He lowered his head and moved closer to her face. The two were very close. Meng Zixian could even see the reflection of his eyes and her pale face.

Qi He reached out her other hand and gently caressed Meng Zixian's cheek. She touched her chin and hairline for a while, and then her eyes became unfathomable.

"Not a disguise technique? "But why do you sound exactly like Meng Zixian .."