"Guards!" Two masked men in black appeared before Bei Ming Haotian like ghosts.
Nangong Ziyan looked around in astonishment, wondering where they had come from.
"Demon Lord".
"You should know what to do to bring this woman back to the Netherworld Palace!"
"Yes, Demon Lord."
"No, Bei Ming Haotian, you can't do this to me! You took advantage of my feelings for you, how can you be with other women with a clear conscience? I won't let you succeed." Mo Ling Shuang gathered the spiritual energy of the Spirit Emperor and quickly attacked the two masked men in black who were flying towards her.
He had barely made a move when it was neutralized by two masked men in black.
Bei Ming Haotian acted swiftly, sealing her cultivation.
"You think you can make Yan'er misunderstand me with just a few words? Take her away." Bei Ming Haotian's patience had reached its limit.
"Bei Ming Haotian, you can't do this to me." Mo Ling Shuang's figure had disappeared, only her voice still echoed in the air.
"Haotian, what exactly is going on?"
She didn't want to doubt him, but Mo Ling Shuang's words were like a thorn, piercing her heart.
"Yan'er, you just need to trust me." His simple words clearly expressed his meaning.
"What is your reason for believing me?" Nangong Ziyan was determined to force him to reveal his true feelings today.
Nangong Ziyan stared expectantly at Beiming Haotian with her clear, watery eyes.
Bei Ming Haotian was incredibly nervous. Those eyes, as gentle as moonlight, stirred ripples in his heart. "Yan'er, my feelings for you are..."
"Miss."
"Miss." Just as Bei Ming Haotian was about to speak his mind, two handsome men dressed in white robes who looked exactly alike appeared in front of Nangong Ziyan.
Bei Ming Haotian watched them warily, but relaxed when he heard them call her Miss Yan'er.
"Feiping, Feifan, what are you doing here?" Nangong Ziyan was furious! Haotian was just a hair's breadth away from saying what she wanted to hear, but now, Feiping and Feifan's appearance made Haotian even more upset.
"The Palace Master sent me here to protect Miss all the way," Fei Ping said respectfully, glancing at Bei Ming Haotian.
"Feiping, Feifan, I don't need your protection. I can protect myself. You can go back!"
Fei Ping and Fei Fan grew up with her. They were personally taught by their father, just to protect her. On the day she escaped by climbing over the wall, she even drugged the two brothers to help her escape successfully. However, she didn't want them to stay by her side forever. Everyone has their own ideals, and she didn't want to bind the two brothers to the South China Sea Glazed Palace and her side.
"Protecting Miss is our responsibility as brothers," the two brothers replied in unison. Along the way, they dared not slack off in the slightest, traveling day and night just to reach her side and protect her. Fei Fan, in particular, set off immediately upon receiving Nangong Yuze's order, his heart filled with anxiety the entire way. He had just heard her voice from below, and his excitement had not yet subsided. Now that he had found her, how could he possibly leave?
"Alright then!" There was no point in saying more; Nangong Ziyan knew Fei Ping's stubbornness.
"Let me introduce you, he is the Demon Lord." Nangong Ziyan introduced him in a sullen tone. The rooftop was quite lively today.
"Greetings, Demon Lord."
Bei Ming Haotian nodded unmoved. Seeing so many handsome men surrounding Yan'er made him very uncomfortable. As a man himself, he could sense that the man named Fei Ping shared the same thoughts as Baili Jun'ao. He couldn't hide his excitement when he saw Yan'er.
"Let's go down!"
Bei Ming Haotian's arm and Fei Ping's snow ribbon simultaneously landed on Nangong Ziyan's waist.
The two men locked eyes instantly, and hostility and jealousy emanated from them.
"Demon Lord, please don't tarnish my young lady's reputation." A cold, angry voice sternly warned Bei Ming Haotian. The various rumors along the way had greatly diminished Fei Ping's impression of Bei Ming Haotian, and he wished he could kill Bei Ming Haotian to vent his anger.
"Sigh!" Nangong Ziyan sighed, looked at Fei Ping, then at Bei Ming Haotian, and simply couldn't muster any enthusiasm.
"Alright, none of you need to take me down. This height is nothing to me, Nangong Ziyan."
Nangong Ziyan looked down guiltily. It was at most five meters high. With her cultivation level, she should be fine after landing. But if she wanted to fly back to her room, the chances of making a fool of herself were probably quite high! Nangong Ziyan closed her eyes, gathered her energy, and flew down. Anyway, she wouldn't die from the fall.
"Yan'er..."
"Miss……."
Bei Ming Haotian and Fei Fan followed closely behind.
"Huh! It's nothing!" Nangong Ziyan muttered to herself, then suddenly opened her eyes to find a large, handsome face looking at her with a half-smile.
Nangong Ziyan looked at Baili Jun'ao in astonishment, wondering how it was Baili Jun'ao who caught her.
"Let her go." Bei Ming Haotian swiftly snatched Nangong Ziyan from Baili Jun'ao's arms.
His sharp eyes stared at Baili Jun'ao with deep anger, his piercing gaze like a sharp knife, as if he wanted to slowly torture Baili Jun'ao to death. The scene from that night replayed in his mind, and instantly, anger and jealousy filled his entire body. He tightened his grip on Nangong Ziyan's arm, and his powerful kingly aura shocked those around him.
Nangong Ziyan's gaze faltered as she looked at the people on the street and those peering at her from the inn's windows, all with incredulous expressions. She felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, and her whole body felt uncomfortable.
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