At the critical moment, a figure appeared in the blink of an eye and slapped the person who attacked Mo Qingfeng away with a palm strike.
"Master, Miss!" Mo Qingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes somewhat dazed. When he looked up, that figure came into view, and he was filled with mixed emotions of sorrow and joy.
The young lady of the family has finally arrived!
Mo Qingfeng, whose obsession had been holding him back, finally saw the young lady of the family he had been longing for. His vision went black, and he fainted...
Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly, "Qing'er..."
"Don't worry, Mother, leave it to me." Mu Wanqing and her sister rushed to the unconscious Mo Qingfeng and Mo Qingchen, took their pulses, and treated their wounds.
Wow, how can one word like "穇" possibly describe it?
Mu Wanqing silently shed a tear of sympathy for the white-clad man before her. Of all people to mess with, why did he have to be so foolish as to bully someone protected by his mother?
Mo Qingcheng glanced coldly at the man in white: "State your name, or I'll beat up nameless ghosts."
"puff!"
The man in white wanted to spit a mouthful of blood onto Mo Qingcheng's face. Damn you, you bumpkin little bitch.
"Hmph! You've taken a fancy to me? I won't tell you!"
Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes. "Narcissism is a disease, it needs to be cured!"
The man in white: "..."
What the hell? How much do they look down on me?
snort!
The man snorted coldly, and started fighting without saying a word.
Mo Qingcheng's gaze grew increasingly cold. "You think you're so great? Since you're so eager to be beaten, how could I refuse? I'll beat you so badly your own parents won't recognize you. If you don't believe me, you'll just have to introduce yourself."
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The man in white unleashed three palm strikes in succession, figuring that the country bumpkin couldn't possibly dodge them. He figured he could deal with Mo Qingcheng first, and then deal with those two bastards, Mo Qingchen.
Ideals are lofty, but reality is harsh.
Upon exchanging blows, the man in white felt a sense of foreboding; he had misjudged the situation…
Mo Qingcheng curled her lips into a cold smile, then swung her long whip towards the white-robed man's neck.
The man in white frowned slightly, a strange red glint flashing in his eyes. He unleashed another palm strike mixed with several hidden weapons, aiming straight for Mo Qingcheng's vital points.
"Cough cough..." Mo Qingchen slowly opened his eyes, awakened by the pain. As soon as he opened his eyes, he gasped.
"Watch out! Soul-capturing technique!" Mo Qingchen exclaimed in alarm, then coughed again.
Mo Qingcheng glanced at him coldly. Soul-capturing technique?
Hehe, it's still uncertain who's capturing whose soul...
Mo Qingchen's face was deathly pale, and she forced herself to keep her eyes open, her expression pained.
Mu Wanqing's face turned serious: "Uncle Qingchen, do you want to hold your mother back?"
Mo Qingchen: "..."
It's not very harmful, but extremely insulting.
That's heartbreaking!
The man in white is Ji Jiutian, the twin brother of Ji Haoyu, the young master of the Underworld Clan. Because he practices evil arts and cannot be seen in the light, he secretly does some shady things and becomes Ji Haoyu's shadow assassin.
Ji Jiutian gave a strange smile, and Mo Qingcheng's eyes subconsciously met Ji Jiutian's gaze.
You bumpkin, go to hell!
Ji Jiutian felt a surge of satisfaction; he was finally going to kill this bumpkin. Heh, this young master was also ridding a hidden family of a menace…
The next second, a sharp pain shot through his mind, and Ji Jiutian's eyes were filled with disbelief. How could this be?
"ah--"
"puff!"
Ji Jiutian let out a scream, spat out a mouthful of blood, his mind exploded, and he almost fainted.
Mo Qingcheng pouted: "That's it?"
"Feminine yet domineering!"
"Mother is mighty!"
Farmer curled his lip, his eyes full of disdain: "Hmph, little witch, you owe me a favor."
"Yes, yes, yes, little Junjun, you are the best little Junjun in the world..." Mo Qingcheng showered him with compliments. Little Junjun's mental strength was powerful, so why not take advantage of it...
Farmer rolled his eyes: "Little witch, you have no sportsmanship!"
"puff!"
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