MTL - Portable Space: The Peasant Princess-Chapter 870 You want to leave, have you asked me?

Chapter 870 I want to leave, have you asked me?

The middle-aged man looked at the hole that was so close but could not break through the barrier, feeling full of unwillingness in his heart.

 However, as he watched his men fall one after another, he knew that no matter how unwilling he was, he should not stay here for long.

"let's go!"

　　After giving the order to retreat, the middle-aged man wanted to leave with his people.

However, just after the few people took less than two steps, their way was blocked by a slender black shadow.

Gu Panxia's sudden appearance made the group take a step back in fright, looking at her in horror.

The rain had not stopped and the night was very dark. The group of people saw a black shadow suddenly appear in front of them, but could not see the appearance of the person. They could only vaguely make out that it was the figure of a woman.

“I want to leave, have you asked me?”

Gu Panxia raised his right hand, and a bright long sword appeared in front of the group of people.

No matter how stupid they are, they know that their companion was killed by this woman.

 The middle-aged man looked at the sword in Gu Panxia's hand and his eyes narrowed for a moment.

“Xu Fengjian, who ranks first in the sword manual! Who are you?”

Gu Panxia did not reply, but focused her spiritual power on Xu Fengjian. Just after the middle-aged man finished speaking, he slashed the long sword in his hand into the air. In an instant, several invisible blades penetrated the rainy night and directly married the man standing there. The two people at the front.

The throat was still sealed with a sword, but the wound was much thicker than that of the ten people just now.

 What she just used was a short dagger specially made for her by Lu Yuan on her sixteenth birthday.

Lu Yuan named it Zhizi, which means "hold the hand of the son and grow old together with it."

The dagger can cut iron as well as clay, and is a sharp killing weapon.

The remaining people were in chaos, running around in a panic, but they couldn't escape more than ten meters.

Gu Panxia watched a few people milling around like headless flies, and a sneer could not help but escape from the corners of her lips.

Her figure moved again, and when he returned to the same place, all the people in the group had their eyes wide open and refused to rest in silence.

The middle-aged man looked at what was happening in his eyes, his legs kept shaking, and he wanted to escape, but he couldn't move his feet.

 The rain kept dripping from the hood on his head, and his entire face was pale.

Gu Panxia was standing a few meters away opposite him, with no intention of getting closer.

The middle-aged man couldn't guess what she was thinking at the moment, so he could only stare at her closely.

Gu Panxia smiled coldly and said, "I won't kill you."

 “Won’t you kill me?” The man was stunned for a moment, and then asked in confusion.

“Go back and tell King Zhao and City Lord Zhao that someone will come to meet them soon.”

The man was overjoyed and hurriedly stabilized his mind. He took a few tentative steps first, but when he saw that she still didn't move, he turned around and ran towards the forest.

Immediately behind him was a deep palm wind composed of spiritual energy. The moment he jumped into the forest, the palm wind slapped him **** the back.

 The man spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "pop" sound, turned around, and looked at her in disbelief.

The corners of Gu Panxia's lips curved slightly, and she said leisurely: "I only said I won't kill you."

 As long as she spares his life, she has not broken her promise, right?

  She is not a kind person, and she can be generous to someone who wants to kill her and let him leave intact.

 “You…ahem——”

The man wanted to say something else, but suddenly he coughed and a mouthful of blood spurted out again.

 He did not dare to stay any longer and left quickly despite the pain.

Gu Panxia looked at the direction in which the man was leaving, the faint smile on his lips dropped, and his eyes were colder than ever before.

 (End of this chapter)