Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Killing must have a motive
Su Yan could never forget the complex look in Chu Yuxiao’s eyes. The relationship between him and the murderer seemed unusual.
But why wouldn’t he reveal who the murderer was?
If it truly was Aunt Lan, he would have had someone guard her last night to prevent her from committing the crime.
Could it be that he didn’t know the murderer was impersonating Aunt Lan?
It was possible; perhaps the appearance of the murderer had confused him, causing him to lose his bearings and overlook many things.
But what was Aunt Lan’s motive?
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Murder always requires a motive.
Looking at Aunt Lan, who seemed normal, she definitely didn’t appear to be the crazed kind of lunatic.
What was the motive, what was the motive…
Su Yan thought so hard her head hurt; she simply couldn’t figure it out.
Only by knowing the person whom Aunt Lan was impersonating would all mysteries be unveiled.
And the key to solving these mysteries was Chu Yuxiao!
Two hundred meters from Ciyun Hall, in the pear tree grove, Chu Yuxiao had just ridden past on his horse when a silver-glinting sword thrust directly at him from the side.
His expression barely changed as his sleeve fluttered, and the assailant was sent flying back by a powerful force, crashing to the ground.
His narrow phoenix eyes glanced indifferently at Su Yan as she lay on the ground, showing no hint of surprise.
It seemed he had sensed from the beginning that the assassin was her.
Su Yan glared fiercely at him, gritting her teeth and thrusting her sword again.
She had been learning Martial Arts since she was a child, mastering all eighteen types of martial arts skills; even two of her four senior brothers couldn’t match her.
Moreover, she had participated in various Martial Arts and Sanda competitions since her childhood, winning many championships.
Even Ken, who was an Interpol officer, was no match for her.
She refused to believe that she couldn’t handle Chu Yuxiao today!
Although the long sword thrusts lacked Inner Strength, each movement was perfect and unassailable.
Moreover, the momentum was fierce, far from mere showy forms.
Chu Yuxiao remained motionless, and as the cold sword tip was about to pierce his chest, he lightly extended his fingers. Just like that, he nonchalantly pinched the tip of the sword between two fingers like white jade, halting Su Yan’s attack.