Jiang Jian recalled that a martial arts practitioner had broken into the manor a couple of days ago. The man was skilled in light-footed martial arts, and they were unable to capture him.

It turns out that preparations for the warehouse began back then.

Upon seeing the signal flare, Su Linglong, ignoring her pain, grabbed Nangong Ming's collar and said urgently, "Quick! Take me to Su Village."

Nangong Mingrao looked at the little woman in his arms with interest. He had always thought this woman was flamboyant and confident. "Beg me, and I'll take you there."

"Nangong Ming, I beg you."

Su Village itself is not important; what matters is what's inside.

Jiang Jian and Su Mian were both inside guarding the place, and someone still broke in. It must be because they couldn't handle it, otherwise they wouldn't have fired a signal flare.

Su Linglong vaguely felt that this matter was inextricably linked to Mingyue. Damn it, they were from the same world, yet she had to go against her.

Nangong Ming raised an eyebrow slightly, his large hand encircling Su Linglong's slender waist. It was rare for this woman to submit to him like this. "So obedient."

When Su Linglong arrived, the warehouse had been burned down to its bare frame, and Jiang Jian was confronting Mingyue.

"It really was you!"

Su Linglong pushed Nangong Ming away, gripped her long sword, and charged towards Mingyue.

Nangong Ming reached out to stop Su Linglong, his deep voice carrying a warning, "Are you out of your mind? Your meridians have just been repaired, you can't use your internal energy."

"So what? As long as she's dead, I don't care!"

Space, spiritual spring water, and these guns!

One by one, her things were destroyed. How could she remain calm and composed?

She wished she could chop Mingyue up and whip her repeatedly until her corpse was finally satisfied!

"Don't be impulsive, I'll do it for you, don't you trust me?"

Nangong Ming comforted Su Linglong. He knew that this woman had many secrets, but who in a high position doesn't have every secret?

Su Linglong lifted her eyelids to look at Nangong Ming, her face as cold as ice, "I trust myself more."

Nangong Ming chuckled. She was indeed the same kind of person as him. Only a woman like her could fight alongside him. "Alright, once I defeat her, you'll grant me one request."

"What is it?"

Nangong Ming pressed his long, slender fingers against Su Linglong's red lips. "Shh, let's talk about it when I get back."

"Greasy man".

Mingyue's soft voice shattered the pink bubble between the two.

Su Linglong's face flushed red from being teased, and she instantly looked as ugly as if she had swallowed a fly.

Although Nangong Ming didn't know the meaning of the word, he could vaguely guess that it wasn't a good word; otherwise, Linglong's expression wouldn't be so unpleasant.

Nangong Ming narrowed his eyes, a deep chill emanating from his dark pupils. "Very well, you have a lot of guts."

"I don't know, I have a big appetite too."

She has the qualifications to back it up in this respect.

Nangong Ming scoffed. He didn't even want to draw his sword against such a glib-tongued person.

He gathered his inner strength in his dantian and concentrated it in his palm. With a flick of his sleeve, a burst of energy shot towards Mingyue's face.

Mingyue tilted her head slightly, the corners of her mouth curving upwards, not retreating but welcoming her. Nangong Ming opened his eyes slightly, a hint of mockery flashing across them. In Nangong Ming's eyes, Mingyue's actions were nothing short of suicide.

However, the next second, his neck was grabbed, just like a duck being strangled and struggling to survive.

Mingyue slapped him across the face, and Nangong Ming's face turned purplish-blue, with a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"What are you doing? You scared me."

Another slap landed on Nangong Ming's face, symmetrically on both sides. Enraged, Nangong Ming gathered his inner strength again, intending to deliver a fatal blow to Mingyue.