827 The Real and Fake Saintess (3)
Sikong Yun’s mind thundered and went blank.
At this juncture, it would be unreasonable if he still could not guess that he had been schemed against. The Saintess had guessed everything correctly. He had really fallen into their scheme. This Little Six… was a spy sent by Yan Jiuchao!
Then… this man who pretended to be him…
“Yan, Jiu, Chao!” The Saintess guessed the other party’s identity.
How much she had once admired this man was how much she hated him now. It was fine if he did not accept her goodwill, but he actually schemed against her and let Sikong Yun ruin her innocence!
There was only one thought in her mind—kill him!
As she thought this, she did so. Perhaps because she was in a fit of anger, she did not capture Yu Wan, who did not know martial arts, like last time. She went straight to Yan Jiuchao and used a killing move.
Yan Jiuchao flicked his sleeve and used his internal energy to send Yu Wan behind Shadow Six. Shadow Six protected Yu Wan tightly, and Yan Jiuchao caught the Saintess’ move with his bare hands.
Under the powerful hatred, the Saintess’ strength increased by several times. A strong wind blew around her, sending sand and stones flying. The guards and Steward Qian were all so mesmerized that they could not open their eyes.
Sikong Yun also covered his eyes with his sleeve. Just as the two of them were fighting to the death, the Sikong family’s master appeared.
“Stop!”
Accompanied by the Sikong family’s master’s shout, an invisible internal energy blocked in front of the two of them like a barrier.
The Saintess retracted her strength in time and took a few steps back. She bowed to the Sikong family’s head. “Master Sikong.”
Master Sikong looked at her suspiciously. “Who are you? Why do you know the martial arts of the Holy Temple? Why did you have the aura of the Saintess?”
When the Saintess fought Yan Jiuchao just now, other than wanting to kill him, she also had plans to overflow with energy. Even if her face was not right, her strength was always right.
However, before she could speak, Yu Wan strode out. “So you’re the thief who stole my secret manual back then!”
Steal the secret manual? In that case, this person had secretly learned her martial arts?
Master Sikong’s eyes turned cold.
The Saintess gritted her teeth. “Alright, you said I learned it secretly. Then why don’t you show me a move!”
Yu Wan did not show any panic on her face. She raised her eyebrows and said, “Should I show it just because you asked me to? Don’t think I don’t know that after you drugged me just now, my meridians will reverse when I use my martial arts.”
It was just making up stories. Who wasn’t an expert?
“You…” The Saintess’s lungs were about to explode. She took a deep breath and looked at Master Sikong. “Listen to me… I’m the Saintess, and he’s your biological son, Sikong Yun!”
“Dad—” Sikong Yun cried and pounced on Master Sikong, but he was stopped by the guards.
“Why are you stopping me? I’m Sikong Yun! Your Second Young Master!” Sikong Yun finished speaking angrily and looked at Master Sikong. “Dad, believe me! I’m really your son! You have a mole on your chest!”
The guards couldn’t help but spit.
Master Sikong’s face turned red. He actually exposed such a private matter in public. If this person wasn’t his son, he, he, he would chop him up!
“Won’t we know if it’s true after we check?”
“Yes! Check! He’s fake! His face is fake!”
Master Sikong looked at Yan Jiuchao suspiciously.
Yan Jiuchao stood there openly. Sikong Yun rushed up and took off his human skin mask.
Uh, it didn’t come off? What was going on?
Sikong Yun looked at his empty fingertips. In the next second, Shadow Six reached out and took off his human skin mask.
The Saintess was stunned. “How did this happen?”
Sikong Yun was also stunned. Didn’t the mask on his face fall off? How could he take off another one?
Sikong Yun looked at everyone’s disdainful expressions and walked to a pool of water. He lowered his head and shone it. “Ah—”
