Everyone laughed at the orphan girl from the Shen family who came from the south of the Yangtze River. She was a sick quail. She coughed every three steps and wheezed every five steps.
Only the newly appointed general Xiao Chi knew that this sick quail had traces of knife cocoons hidden on its delicate wrist bones, and the scent of magnolia in its hair was exactly the same as that of the killer in the Tianlao murder case.
He lays a dragnet and she can always foresee it. He used his body as bait, and she took advantage of him.
Until an assassination attempt, he watched her calmly cut her flesh and heal her wounds in the firelight, her technique was more agile than his, and finally asked in a dumb voice: "Who are you?"
Shen Zhiyi raised her eyes, tapped his hot Adam's apple with her blood-stained fingertips, and smiled: "General, guess, am I your prey... Or am I the same kind?"
