This distance.
There was absolutely no way to avoid it.
The iron needles might only tear off a piece of flesh, but if the gunpowder hit them, they would surely die.
"Your Highness, be careful!"
There was no way to hide from Ye Qi.
The space within the puppet array was already cramped; if he dodged, the gunpowder would hit Mo Yunhan.
Mo Yunhan also noticed the gunpowder cartridge at that moment, and grabbed Ye Qi, shouting, "Go up, quick!"
The two men unleashed their inner strength to the fullest, attempting a surprise attack from above, but just then, a silver-thread-like net descended from the sky.
It looked like it was about to engulf the two of them.
Mo Yunhan suddenly slapped Ye Qi on the lower back.
"You go out first! Go find the Princess!"
Night Seven was sent outside the formation and rolled several times on the ground before stopping.
The wound on his shoulder was being pulled open, causing it to bleed profusely, but he didn't even have time to catch his breath.
"Your Highness!"
The silver thread was incredibly strong, and when it fell, it landed right above the puppet array, cutting off the last escape route.
Mo Yunhan was trapped inside.
Ye Qi's eyes blazed with fury, and he drew his sword, ready to attack.
"Night Seven, heed my command!"
Mo Yunhan's cold and stern voice forced him to stop in his tracks.
After a few moments of silence, he knelt down on the ground with a thud.
"Your Highness, I obey your command. I earnestly hope you will hold on."
He didn't dare delay any longer after saying that, so he mounted his horse and galloped away.
The doll did not chase after him, and no one else appeared.
The target was clearly Mo Yunhan.
Mo Yunhan stood tall and elegant in the array of puppets, slowly drawing his soft sword from his waist.
There was no one else in this formation, so he had no scruples.
Its figure moved like a ghost, attacking the joints of the mechanical puppet.
The eight puppets were not to be outdone, frequently unleashing various traps and hidden weapons.
A flash of lightning illuminated the formation, leaving only the piercing sound of weapons clashing, making it difficult to even discern the hem of Mo Yunhan's dark robe.
In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, neither side gained an advantage.
Inside and outside the formation, there were scattered parts everywhere.
Mo Yunhan was slightly out of breath, but a cold smile slowly curved his lips.
Sharp and flamboyant satire.
"Sir, have you run out of hidden weapons?"
A figure walked over from not far away.
He slowly removed the hood of his black cloak, revealing a face adorned with a crimson fang mask.
A worn-out rattan gourd hung from his waist, on which a crooked "曰" character was carved.
Mo Yunhan narrowed his eyes.
This man was the one known as "Sir" in the small village behind Qingfeng Village.
His murderous aura surged wildly, and the veins on his sword-wielding hand bulged out.
"Who are you? Why did you so cruelly slaughter the guardians and destroy the imperial tomb? What are you plotting?"
Xiao Rancuo gave a cold laugh.
"Is it cruel? When your army attacked the city, burned, killed, looted, and slaughtered innocent civilians, did you ever think about the word 'cruel'?"
The answer is almost obvious.
"Are you from the Sui Dynasty?"
Xiao Rancuo did not deny it.
Mo Yunhan said in a deep voice, "You want to break the Great Zhou Dragon Vein to take revenge?"
Xiao Rancuo raised his hand, and the eight puppets slid back to his side.
The cold iron doll seemed to have warmth in his eyes.
He raised his hand and gently touched the head of one of the dolls.
"Can revenge bring all the dead back to life? I'm just taking back what rightfully belongs to us."
Mo Yunhan felt a chill run down his spine.
Sure enough, the imperial tomb contained what the Sui Dynasty wanted.
He had just rushed into the Nine Dragons Formation and hadn't noticed that anything was missing from the imperial tomb.
Xiao Rancuo withdrew his hand, his gaze, hidden behind the mask, falling on Mo Yunhan with complex emotions.
"You were able to survive in my puppet array, which means you do have some skill."
After saying this nonsensical thing, he turned and left.
Mo Yunhan did not pursue.
He wasn't sure what this had to do with Jiang Qingwan.
This person could brutally leave Xuanling Mountain littered with corpses; he dared not gamble with Jiang Qingwan.
Sheathing his longsword, he swiftly mounted his horse and galloped back the way he had come.
Inside the carriage, Jiang Qingwan was fast asleep.
Suddenly she felt a furry head nudging her.
"Stop it! I'm so sleepy!"
Then a warm tongue licked her face.
Jiang Qingwan couldn't take it anymore and slapped him.
"Xiao Hong, do you not want your tongue anymore?"
Xiao Hong looked aggrieved after being beaten by her, and squatted down to the side with her ears drooping.
The sound transmission stone hanging around his neck was emitting a red glow.
Jiang Qingwan instantly regained her senses.
He immediately raised his hand, concentrated his spiritual energy, and focused it on the sound transmission stone.
Xiao Rancuo's voice followed.
"Junior Sister".
Jiang Qingwan was full of questions and was about to ask them all at once when Xiao Rancuo interrupted her.
"You shouldn't go to the imperial tombs."
Jiang Qingwan's heart skipped a beat.
"Why? You took people to the imperial tomb?"
She remembered the deceased vigilante.
His whole body froze on the spot.
"What exactly did you do?"
Xiao Rancuo's lazy laughter echoed from the sound transmission stone.
"Junior Sister, are you worried about me, or about him?"
Jiang Qingwan's heart jumped again.
"You saw Mo Yunhan?"
Xiao Rancuo jokingly asked, seemingly a little sad, "Junior Sister, is Mo Yunhan the only one you care about?"
Jiang Qingwan was so angry that she wanted to reach in and pull the person out to beat them up.
"Xiao Rancuo, what exactly did you do?"
The laughter from the other end rang out again, this time with unusual joy.
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