The man looked around in confusion. He could sense that she was nearby, so why couldn't he see her?

Swish, swish, swish!

Three figures appeared from the void and surrounded the man.

Are you looking for us?

Ji Jiuying's voice sounded behind him. The man turned around, and Ji Jiuying was stunned for a moment.

It's him! The man I met in the wine cellar that day.

Gong Mingyue narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them. It was him again, the second prince of Western Jin. Others might not know his purpose in coming to find Jiu'er, but he knew it very well.

Ji Jiuying sized up the man in front of her, a hint of doubt flashing in her cold eyes. There was no malice in the man's eyes, but why was he following her?

As Ji Jiuying sized him up, he was also sizing her up, a hint of longing and surprise flashing in his eyes.

"No, I'm only looking for you."

The man looked at Ji Jiuying and spoke each word carefully, like a child who had just learned to speak.

"Looking for me? Who are you? What do you want with me?" Ji Jiuying asked warily.

“Mu, Rong, Zheng”.

"You can save me."

Ji Jiuying frowned. Murong Zheng? The second prince of the Western Jin Dynasty.

What makes you think I would save you?

Murong Zheng paused for a moment, his eyes lowered, and his gaze flickered slightly. He did not reply, not because he did not want to answer, but because he did not know how to answer.

Hei Xiangling thought the man was quite good-looking, but he seemed to be missing a screw in his head. She said disdainfully, "Girl, is this guy an idiot?"

Ji Jiuying ignored Hei Xiangling and instead pondered what Gong Mingyue had said earlier. He was aloof, didn't like to talk, and drank a bowl of fresh virgin blood every seven days. So, it was very likely that he came to find her for her blood.

But how did he know her blood could save him? Was it by smell? Was he able to discover her that day because he could smell her blood?

The more Ji Jiuying thought about it, the more horrified she felt.

"Can I marry you?"

After a long pause, Murong Zheng finally managed to utter this sentence: His father had once said that when you meet someone you like, you should marry her and keep her firmly by your side.

As soon as he finished speaking, the air around him noticeably cooled down, and the nearby spirit beasts, feeling the pressure from the powerful figure, were frightened and fled the area.

Gong Mingyue was speechless, staring at Murong Zheng with a sinister look in his eyes.

Hei Xiangling crossed her arms, looking like she was about to watch a good show.

Ji Jiuying quickly grabbed Gong Mingyue's hand and said to Murong Zheng with a smile, "No, I have someone I like."

A look of resentment and disappointment flashed in Murong Zheng's eyes, followed by a streak of dark red light.

"Then, can, I, follow, you,?" Murong Zheng looked at Ji Jiuying expectantly.

"Can't!"

Before Ji Jiuying could speak, Gong Mingyue gave a direct and decisive answer.

Upon hearing this, Murong Zheng's brown eyes, sharp and fierce like an eagle's, stared intently at Gong Mingyue.

A chilling killing intent flashed across Gong Mingyue's cold and deep eyes. When they met those sharp eyes, their gazes collided in the air, and there seemed to be an undercurrent surging within them.

Hei Xiangling sat to the side and pulled out a bowl of melon seeds from somewhere, then started cracking them open, looking quite relaxed.

"Your words don't count."

After a long while, Murong Zheng's tightly pursed lips parted slightly.

Gong Mingyue's lips curled into a slight smile as he pulled Ji Jiuying into his arms. Caught off guard, Ji Jiuying fell into his embrace. A large hand covered the back of her head, and Gong Mingyue's handsome face instantly magnified in her vision. His cool lips pressed against hers…

Ji Jiuying's eyes widened. Realizing there were still people there, her face instantly turned bright red. She tried to break free, but Gong Mingyue held her hands firmly.

Black Fragrant Feather; What a show!

Gong Mingyue looked at Murong Zheng with a half-smile, the provocation in his eyes was all too obvious.

Murong Zheng clenched his fists tightly, his hands trembling slightly, and a cold red glint appeared in his eyes.

"Let her go!"

Two gray ears grew out of his head. Murong Zheng could no longer control his inner thoughts. He only wanted the man in front of him to disappear. A spiritual power filled with killing intent swept over Gong Mingyue.

Gong Mingyue freed one hand and gently drew a barrier.

Bang!

The spiritual energy struck the barrier with a deafening roar, and the aftershocks spread in all directions. A strong wind swept across the ground, causing leaves, sand, and stones to whistle and rustle.

Hei Xiangling's eyes were filled with undisguised shock, her mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg. This stinky Qilin's master was so strong.

Fortunately, she had moved away beforehand, otherwise she would definitely have been affected.

Murong Zheng's face was pale, his brown eyes had turned red, and blood-red lines spread across his pale neck.

Looking at the powerful Gong Mingyue, Murong Zheng couldn't find the words to express his feelings at that moment.

He slowly shifted his gaze from his face to that white neck, a barely concealed longing flashing in his eyes.

The emotions in his eyes fell into Gong Mingyue's eyes, and his expression turned cold, spreading frost, and a faint sense of hostility rose!

Hehehe!

He shouldn't have been kind...

Gong Mingyue channeled his spiritual energy, and the pressure from the powerful figure swept over him. Murong Zheng gritted his teeth and endured it, as several streams of spiritual energy mixed with endless killing intent struck towards Murong Zheng unstoppably.

puff!

Blood gushed out, and Murong Zheng was caught off guard. The spiritual energy pierced straight through his body, slamming him heavily against the tree behind him before falling to the ground, raising a cloud of dust mixed with blood.

The bloodlust in Gong Mingyue's eyes intensified, becoming bloodthirsty, sinister, and chilling. He looked at Murong Zheng on the ground as if he were a corpse, but... he would soon become a corpse too...

"Overestimating yourself!"

Ji Jiuying sensed something and quickly took the opportunity to break free from his embrace.

"Ah Yue, you..."

Looking at Gong Mingyue, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent, she felt a little unfamiliar for a moment.

"Ah Yue, wake up."

Ji Jiuying looked at him with concern. Upon hearing this, Gong Mingyue regained a bit of his senses, put his arm around Ji Jiuying's waist, tore through space, and left. The moment the rift closed, Ji Jiuying waved her hand and brought Hei Xiangling into the space.

"If you dare to approach her again, I won't hesitate to reduce you to ashes."

The ethereal voice echoed through the forest. Murong Zheng's face was contorted with rage as he stared intently at the direction where the cracks had disappeared. He would not give up.

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In the inn, Ji Jiuying looked at Gong Mingyue and said angrily, "A-Yue, don't do that again next time!"

"I just can't stand the way he covets Jiu'er!"

"You were too impulsive just now, you almost had a relapse of the poison, do you know that?" Ji Jiuying was both angry and worried. What if the poison in his body was triggered again? Could he be as lucky as he was that time? She couldn't imagine it.

At this moment, an unusual light emanated from the space. Ji Jiuying, disregarding her anger, pulled Gong Mingyue and flashed into the space.