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Easternum. Jin Du.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the brightly colored eaves of the buildings on both sides of the street, covering the bustling Jindu with a faint layer of poetry.

At this moment, on the second floor of the restaurant at the end of the street, an intense fight was going on.

A chubby young man holding a sharp sword was thrusting towards the young girl who was lazily drinking tea by the window.

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

When he opened his eyes again, the girl was still lazily sitting on a stool, her expression unchanged.

Her two slender fingers easily held the sharp blade by her ear. No matter how much strength her opponent used, the sword was unable to move between her fingers.

The wine cup in his hand was slowly put down. With a "peng" sound, no one noticed what was happening. Everyone only felt a cold wind pass by. After a few seconds, everything became calm.

When everyone recovered from their shock and saw everything that happened around them, they all took in a deep breath of cold air.

"Young …" Miss, are you alright? "

The servant girl next to the young girl timidly hid behind the young girl and asked with a trembling voice.

At the side of the man who had been holding onto the sword from the start, a few servants were so scared that their faces turned ashen. Their voices trembled as they pointed at the man —

"Young … Young master, you … Your head … "

"What happened to this young master's head?"

He had also been stunned by the gust of cold wind that had instantly swept past him. Only upon hearing the servant's voice did he come back to his senses.

When he saw the servant point at his head with a horrified expression, he subconsciously extended his hand towards his head.

"This young master's head …"

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a scream from the man, "Where is this young master's hair?"

The surrounding people covered their mouths as they laughed, lowered their voices, and whispered something.

He didn't have the time to teach the surrounding people a lesson. When he saw the black hair on the ground, he almost had to swallow it in one breath.

"Who … who shaved my hair? Come out right now …"

He shouted to the crowd in the restaurant. In the next second, he saw the young girl playing with the broken blade in her hand. On the blade of the sword, there were still some strands of hair remaining.

He looked at the broken treasured sword in his hand and the black hair that had fallen to the ground and roared at the girl: "Stupid girl, did you shave this young master's hair? You. "How dare you."

In the face of his menacing threat, the girl only lazily glanced at him.

"Next time you dare to play with my servant girl, I want not just your hair, but your neck."

A cold light flashed past her eyes. Then, the broken blade in her hand flew out and flew past the man's ear. It created a cool sensation in the air before it nailed itself onto the pillar behind him.

This sudden movement scared the man and made him shiver. His legs went soft and he collapsed on the ground.

In an instant, the surrounding people burst into laughter, causing the man's face to turn pale.

As if to give him some face, he struggled to stand up with the support of his servants and pointed at the young girl with a trembling voice.

"Die …" Stupid girl, you … Do you know who I am? You. "How dare you shave my hair!"

The young girl lazily lifted her fingertip and carelessly ruffled the strands of hair in front of her forehead as she raised her eyebrows.

"You don't even know what you are yet you're asking me?"

He had only wanted to find a chance to turn the situation around, but the words of the young girl instantly made his face turn green.