"Playing dumb?"
Mo Ye clenched his teeth.
With a flick of his wrist, the nine-section whip lashed out, his broad shoulders undulating like mountains, shooting off the bowstring with a roar like a tiger and a cry like a dragon, stirring up dust and fallen leaves, before striking Zheng Quchi fiercely.
Zheng Quchi turned his ear and heard a snapping sound. His body reacted faster than his brain. He slid sideways under Yuwen Sheng's arm and hid firmly behind him.
Yuwen Sheng's long, slender fingers gripped the sword hilt with a relaxed yet appropriate air. He curled his lips into a smile, and the Asura mask, split into two extreme shades of black and red, cut through the cold, glassy killing intent in his eyes, causing it to tremble slightly with madness.
"Have you forgotten? Your opponent is me~"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure moved abruptly, swirling up withered leaves in the autumn wind. A flash of silver light appeared, leaving Zheng Quchi standing there dumbfounded.
...The fighting has started?
Can she secretly run away now?
Mo Ye's pupils narrowed slightly. The whip he pulled out was as if it had been caught in a deep-sea whirlpool, and it took all his strength to pull it out.
Due to the reaction force, he quickly retreated, his long whip swaying like ripples on water, protecting his body.
But the sword light bloomed like snow lotuses, each one dazzling. He couldn't even see Yuwen Sheng's figure or the speed of his sword strike. He could only rely on his body's instincts to defend and resist.
Holy crap, is this guy a monster?
He narrowly avoided the attack, but his body was cleaved with a clanging sound. His vital parts were reinforced with iron plates. He tried to block with his elbow, but with a "crack," the iron and bone together emitted a fragile groan.
Finally, I could see his complete figure clearly.
His flowing robes resembled clouds or burning flames. Beneath the mask, his eyes curved at the corners and his lips curved upwards with an unusually high arc, yet it revealed no kindness or gentleness, but rather a strange madness.
His longsword crushed the iron block, and with a single stroke, crimson blood immediately seeped from Mo Ye's bronze-colored arm.
He was panting heavily, glaring fiercely at Yuwen Sheng.
Every attack he made was aimed at his own hand; this villain was clearly trying to cripple him and end his career as a craftsman.
Mo Ye suddenly lowered his neck and shot out a poisoned needle from the back of his neck.
bite--
Yuwen Sheng swung his sword, which was easily blocked.
But the next instant, his sinister and bloodthirsty eyes slowly shifted away from Mo Ye.
With a swift movement, a figure silently appeared behind Zheng Quchi. She was touching a tree, tiptoeing to escape, when suddenly a cold, gentle finger lightly and softly caressed the back of her neck.
"Didn't you say you've always admired me? Why are you running away?"
Like the murmur of a demon, it suddenly rang out, startling Zheng Quchi, who was half-blind, so much so that his body stiffened.
They were discovered and escaped?!
She was about to retort, "You only heard the first part. What about the second part? What about the part where I just wanted to silently protect you from behind, but you ate me?", but he clearly wasn't going to give her a chance to speak.
A force struck the back of her neck, and the black man in front of her collapsed.
...She miscalculated. She thought that once the two were fighting, they wouldn't have time to pay attention to her actions, but little did she know that Yuwen Sheng was so cunning.
It seems unlikely that the persona "Sang Xuanqing" will be safe now.
Mo Ye watched as he knocked the dwarf unconscious with a single chop to the neck, his playful, cold voice laced with a hissing pain: "Heh, what's wrong? Are you worried that this dwarf who admires and protects you will see through your true colors, so you knocked him out first and then made him fall ill, is that it?"
Yuwen Sheng ignored his sarcasm and instead gave a number.
November 7th.
November 14th.
"Late November."
"The first day of the twelfth lunar month."
Every time Yuwen Sheng announced a specific date, Mo Ye's heart would tighten a little more.
He was stunned.
The dates above correspond to the times when he infiltrated the border of the Ye Kingdom.
The time he arrived in Fuxian County.
He was preparing the time to capture and kill Yuwen Sheng.
And today... the time for the plan to be implemented.
He suddenly looked up, his voice like that of a ferocious beast: "Yuwen Sheng, you already knew my whereabouts?"
Yuwen Sheng murmured with delight, then stepped forward, his scholar's robes billowing: "As long as the Nine-Dragon Mechanism Box is still in my hands, you will definitely come to me on your own initiative."
Mentioning the Nine-Dragon Mechanism Box, Mo Ye scoffed and spat, "So what if you, Yuwen Sheng, took the Nine-Dragon Mechanism Box? With your Ye Kingdom's craftsmen, which one of them has the ability to open it?"
He clutched his arm, which was cut and bleeding. His handsome face was full of mockery and contempt, but this arrogance and smugness did not last long.
Just because Yuwen Sheng took out the Nine-Dragon Mechanism Box right in front of him, and then casually lifted the lid, and... just opened it?!
Mo Ye's expression froze on his face.
"Oh dear, what should I do? I seem to be quite blessed by the heavens lately. This Nine-Dragon Mechanism Box opened without much effort."
Mo Ye was greatly shocked and shouted without thinking, "Impossible!"
Yuwen Sheng threw his head back and laughed, his deep, brooding pupils widening: "Hahahaha... What you went to great lengths to snatch from the Mo family has ended up being mine. To thank you for your generous gift, I will definitely send you on your way properly."
A sharp whistle flashed like the wind, and a tall, slender figure swiftly delivered a fatal blow to Mo Ye.
When Yuwen Sheng laughed, Mo Ye had already raised his vigilance to the highest level, so the sword only cut his cheek to his earlobe. He touched the blood on his face.
He cursed and hurled the sharp seven-section whip like lightning.
Yuwen Sheng wrapped his sword around the whip, dissipating its force, and with a flick of his sword tip, the long whip was pierced into a tree trunk like a silver spear.
He bent down, hoisted the unconscious Zheng Quchi onto his back, and though his movements appeared chaotic, they were actually unstoppable, leaving Mo Ye struggling to keep up.
Knowing he was no match for Yuwen Sheng in a contest of strength, Mo Ye took out three black pills from his pocket and threw them toward Yuwen Sheng.
Pfft—
Thick yellow and white smoke billowed out immediately. Yuwen Sheng closed his eyes and stopped breathing, but his expression was like that of a glutton enjoying a feast, praising the delicacies and peeling off the skin and bones.
In such a life-or-death situation, in such a tense atmosphere, his bloodthirsty and pleasure-seeking killing state would make anyone who saw it call him a pervert.
With a pearl in his mouth, Mo Ye was unafraid of the poisonous smoke, but the swirling smoke obscured his vision.
Just as they were trying to listen, a sword beam came hurtling towards them.
hiss!
Mo Ye circled around to the back of a big tree. Although he had just escaped with his life, half of his body was stained red with blood.
Yuwen Sheng, with his eyes closed, carried the person as if strolling leisurely: "You deliberately lured me here, and I came as you wished, cooperating with all your actions from beginning to end. I wanted to see just how far you could go, but now it seems I'm greatly disappointed."
The curve of his lips widened, becoming as sharp as a sickle.
Mo Ye pressed his head against the thorny tree trunk, trying to calm his breathing, clenching his fists tightly, his face grim and dark.
Unable to contain himself, he mentally uttered a Cantonese curse.
Yuwen Sheng, you bastard!
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