Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower



Perhaps they had known about it but never actually paid too much attention to it. But as someone who had lived her entire life by acting to become many people in order to finish her mission, Nan Hua was proficient in acting.

It was just that after coming to this world, she hadn't used this skill much.

There was no need for her to act in front of her family members and in front of her subordinate, her cold and indifferent persona was good enough.

However, the basic skills that had been deeply instilled into her soul could not be forgotten so easily. When she looked at other people, it was easier for her to know whether they were acting or not.

"Did you find something?" Long Qian Xing looked at the villagers and frowned. He was not entirely sure what Nan Hua found amongst these women as he didn't really know how to check on them.

And asking the male soldiers to check on these female didn't conform to the etiquette either.

He wouldn't be able to do that.

If only female soldiers existed in this era, it would have been much easier. But Long Qian Xing couldn't ask too much because of the difference in era and culture.

Changing culture was not something that could be done overnight. It required process for them to be able to adapt to the changes. Unfortunately, Long Qian Xing had no patient to do this because it would consume too much of his time to arrange so many reform.

In this era of war, there was simply not enough time and manpower to do this.

All that could be done was influence things little by little in the field that was not very visible on the surface.

"Yeah." Nan Hua stood up before a female and pulled her up before dragging her.

The others quickly evaded with terrified expression. Some screamed directly while some others cried. They had already been under heavy stimulus lately and seeing Nan Hua directly pull one of them, they were afraid.

The woman looked terrified and tried to struggle. She looked dirty and like a mess. "What are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!"

"You should stop pretending." Nan Hua lightly twisted the woman's hand. Several needles fell to the ground, causing faint noises. Her eyes narrowed. "This kind of measly tricks wouldn't work on us."

"Damn it!" The woman's face changed as she tried to twist her body and several needles appeared on her mouth. She blew it towards Nan Hua's direction.

Swish!

Ducking down, Nan Hua used this chance to sweep the woman's feet off the ground. She then lightly pulled the other party's hand and positioned them on her back while one of her leg was used to pin the woman's neck to the ground.

Everything was done exceptionally fast and the last needle on the woman's hand was quietly taken away.

Thud!

Clang!

"Aaaaaaagggg!"

With her hand pinned by Nan Hua to the back without any mercy, it was practically pulling her muscles and bones. The woman's face contorted in both pain, anger, and humiliation. How could she lose so terribly like this without having any chance to fight back?

Obviously, she was an elite in the Thousand Needles Organization.

"So fast." The soldiers were stunned, but they quickly reacted and guarded the group of female villagers there. Their expression was bad, thinking that there might be more people from this group of women who were part of the Poison Needle?

They were immediately tense.

"Are these needles dangerous?" Nan Luo gulped down his saliva, feeling scared when he thought that they could get attacked without knowing.

"Presumably." Nan Hua hadn't checked them, but the smell alone was not very convincing to say that it was safe. It would be hard to believe that someone from Thousands Needles would not use poison considering their notorious fame. She glanced at her twin brother. "Rope?"

"Oh, wait, I…"

"Here." Long Qian Xing had already prepared the rope and handed it over to Nan Hua. His eyes when he looked at the woman below Nan Hua was exceptionally cold.

Everything that happened before was so fast, but he could still follow them with his eyes. He could see how proficient Nan Hua was in subduing the other party but this made him worried.

Every attack barely reached Nan Hua and the gap between hitting and not hitting was very narrow.

If she had made even the slightest bit of mistake, she would have gotten hurt.

His mind was chaotic, but his expression showed none of it. Long Qian Xing was simply staring at the female from Thousand Needles coldly. Those who knew him would definitely be able to see the anger within his eyes.

They all watched as the woman screamed and then Nan Hua hit her while tying her up.

This resulted in the woman screaming a train of curses.

"#$%^&*()!"

After tying the woman, Nan Hua then handed her over to the soldiers. "Don't let her get close to any tools or weapons."

"Yes!"

Long Qian Xing looked at Nan Hua and then pulled her hand. "Did you get hurt?"

Feeling the warmth on her hand, Nan Hua paused. Aside from her grandfather and Nan Luo, no one would dare to pick up her hand directly. She looked at Long Qian Xing and then answered in a low voice, "No. She can't hurt me."

Looking at the pair of soft hand in his own hand, Long Qian Xing felt a bit lost. The palm was somewhat rough because of Nan Hua's activities as a martial artist, but the upper hand was extremely soft.

It really felt different from his own hand.

Pulling his thoughts back from any unnecessary thoughts, Long Qian Xing unwillingly released Nan Hua's hand.

At the back, Nan Luo was glaring daggers at Long Qian Xing. If only they were not surrounded by soldiers and others, he would have long screamed to Long Qian Xing to let his twin sister's hand go!