Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow: "Oh, which one are you referring to?"
“I…” Chawell opened his mouth, but something seemed to be blocking his throat, and he couldn’t say a complete sentence.
The princess is despicable and shameless; how could she possibly send me... How could she say such a thing?
"Hmph! Can't say it now, huh?" Li Dagou spat, his face full of arrogance.
Chawell: "..."
"Your princess can't stand to see me doing well. Speak, what kind of brilliant idea is this?" Mo Qingcheng glared with her beautiful eyes. There was no time to waste; the other streets might not be peaceful either.
Chawell shook his head, refusing to speak no matter what. Mo Qingcheng lost her patience: "Push him back down."
"Yes!" Li Dagou licked his lips and, along with two other injured villagers, rushed forward, intending to take Chawell away.
Chawell's expression changed drastically, and he swung out a palm strike, aiming straight for Li Dagou's chest.
Li Dagou gasped, trying to dodge, but it was too late. The palm strike arrived in the blink of an eye and was about to hit Li Dagou's chest.
If hit, it will result in either death or serious injury.
Two huge words flashed through Li Dagou's mind: It's over...
A gasp went up from the crowd.
At the critical moment, a white figure flashed by and kicked Chawell to the ground. Who else could it be but Bai Lifengyun?
"Miss, I'm late!"
"You've come at just the right time!" Mo Qingcheng glanced at Chawell indifferently, then turned and left.
Li Dagou pounced forward and pinned Chawell to the ground. With the help of the others, they tied him up and took him to One-Eyed Dragon's residence.
With a flash of white, Baili Fengyun arrived beside Mo Qingcheng in the blink of an eye, not daring to relax.
Damn it, all I want is to get a good night's sleep, why is that so hard?
Since transforming himself into Mo Qingcheng's bodyguard, Baili Fengyun has become incredibly arrogant...
Meanwhile, things were also in turmoil on East Street. When Mo Qingcheng arrived, the One-Eyed Dragon brothers were locked in a fierce battle with a thin man in gray.
Mo Qingcheng stood aside, arms crossed, watching. The rice harvest was tomorrow, and these thieves had come in pairs. What did they mean by that?
The gray-clad man appeared thin and frail, but his inner strength was immense; even the combined attack of the one-eyed dragon and his two companions was no match for him.
One-Eyed Dragon was sweating profusely. He had already boasted so much, and now he couldn't even catch a stinky old man. Where was he supposed to put his face?
The fat man, who was bruised and battered, said, "Second Brother, let's use our ultimate move."
"Yes, Second Brother." Ma Zi was also about to collapse, and said fiercely, "If we don't cripple him, someone else will. Doesn't Yunluo Mountain have any face?"
One-Eyed Dragon took a deep breath: "Okay! If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility."
The three exchanged glances, changed their moves, and each pulled out their unique hidden weapons. Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, watching with great interest.
Wow, I didn't expect these guys to be so secretive...
"Bang!"
The next second, a loud bang exploded, and smoke filled the air. Mo Qingcheng narrowed her eyes. A smoke bomb?
A hint of disdain flashed in the gray-clad man's eyes: "A mere trifle."
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The gray-clad man waved his hand, and several flashes of cold light disappeared in an instant as the darts shot toward the throats of One-Eyed Dragon and the others.
One-Eyed Dragon gasped: "A dart by a cunning swordsman?"
The man in gray chuckled: "I've been hiding in the martial world for over twenty years, but I never expected anyone would recognize me?"
Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly. The eccentric swordsman of the martial world, Yizhidiao? The Poison Master Du, known as the Old Poisoner? His poison skills are unmatched, and his darts are infused with deadly poison, which is rumored to be incurable to this day.
Who on earth is this utterly depraved person who wants to get rid of me? Could it be...?
Poisonous Old Du wouldn't even bother to give a glance. Three little worms, do they even deserve my attention?
The three tried to dodge the deadly dart, but it was too late. At the critical moment, a figure flashed past.
"Heh, you think this piece of junk is presentable?"
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