【191】This is the battle between masters

"Oh my god, this is what we call a battle between masters."

While eating melon, he stared at the two of them without thinking about the trouble.

In the past, when they were in the small town of Fengxian Village, the hero Han Moqian and the villain Chi Rui were both top masters.

But when they fight, they just throw pebbles at each other, which is really embarrassing.

Look at this, this is what you call a fight between masters.

Xiao Yunteng pulled out a long sword from behind. The sword flashed and collided with Wu Xuanhai's soft whip, making a series of metallic clanging sounds.

The surrounding tables and chairs were knocked to one side and the cups, plates and bowls were smashed to pieces by their internal force.

This melee directly smashed the Zui Chunfeng Restaurant to pieces.

The diners in the restaurant were so scared that they fled. The boss stamped his feet anxiously, but did not dare to step forward to stop them.

Mo Yanchen wanted to stop them, but he couldn't get in. He was pulled by the two and almost got injured.

Wu Xuanhai's whip rolled up a table and smashed it towards Xiao Yunteng.

Xiao Yunteng roared, "Old man, are you serious?"

Seeing the table falling towards him, he swung the sword in his hand and split the table into two halves.

Half of the table flew straight towards Su Xueer who was eating melon over there.

In an instant, Mo Yanchen looked at Su Xueer, and the noise around him disappeared instantly.

Fear was like a surging tide, instantly drowning him.

His eyes widened to the limit, his pupils contracted sharply, the blood drained from his face, turning it as pale as paper, and his heart beat wildly, as if it was about to burst through his chest.

He rushed forward in a flash and blocked Su Xueer's way.

The half table hit him on the head and broke into pieces.

Sawdust flew everywhere, and blood slowly flowed down Mo Yanchen's forehead. The bright red bloodstains meandered on his fair skin, like gorgeous red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

The strands of hair on his forehead were soaked with blood, and strands of hair stuck to his cheeks, clinging wetly.

A few strands of hair hung messily in front of his eyes, trembling slightly with his rapid breathing.

A flash of confusion after a burst of severe pain first appeared in Mo Yanchen's eyes, and then was quickly replaced by deep concern.

He endured the severe pain in his head and kept his eyes fixed on Amelia Su, his eyes full of worry and fear, as if Amelia Su would disappear if he was distracted for a moment.

Those eyes, which usually reveal unruly and seductiveness, are now filled with fear and tension, like a deep pool, hiding endless panic.

"Xue'er, are you...are you okay?" Mo Yanchen's voice trembled slightly, with a hint of hoarseness. Every word he uttered seemed to use up all his strength.

His body trembled slightly due to the pain, but he still stood in front of Amelia Su, like a towering mountain, shielding her from the wind and rain and preventing her from getting hurt.

Su Xueer was so frightened by this sudden change that her face turned pale and her lips trembled slightly.

She looked at the blood that continued to flow from Mo Yanchen's head, her brows furrowed. "Alan, you...how are you?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her trembling hand, wanting to touch Mo Yanchen's wound, but was afraid of hurting him, so she held her hand in the air, not daring to touch it.

Wu Xuanhai and Xiao Yunteng, who were standing by, were stunned when they saw this scene.

The two men's eyes were full of self-blame and regret, and the tense atmosphere just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The whip in Wu Xuanhai's hand fell to the ground with a "click". He looked at Mo Yanchen with guilt on his face, his lips trembling, but he didn't know what to say.

The long sword in Xiao Yunteng's hand also dropped weakly. He had a look of regret on his face, and his eyes were full of self-blame and heartache.