What?
Could he possibly think she betrayed him?
Please, she had no idea he would come looking for her at this time, okay?
"No, I didn't." Zheng Quchi blurted out, only to realize that this explanation was far too weak.
But how could she explain everything clearly in such a short time, in a summary language like writing a short essay?
Now he truly has no way to defend himself.
She had considered sending Master Qu and Shan Bian away, but she never thought of doing this to him.
"Every man for himself" is a saying that only ruthless people would say. Although she is not a saint, she still has some of the common human traits of being soft-hearted and protective of her own.
He had saved her and helped her before, and she felt somewhat fortunate that she hadn't seen him go with Shan Bian to carry out the mission of blowing up the city wall that day.
"He secretly followed me here; I had no idea."
She said it, but he didn't believe her.
“Your choice is right. Now that you have Yuwen Sheng protecting you, even if the Mo family wanted to kill you, they would probably have to think twice… But the premise is that everything he does is not to use you.”
After leaving those words indifferently, Qiu distanced herself from Zheng Quchi, took a few steps forward, and looked as if she intended to fight alone.
He pulled out the "Long Hill" from a custom-made slit on the back of the garment.
It was an unusual short weapon, shaped like a five-pointed star dart, about five inches long, with overlapping and complex designs, and a small round hole was hollowed out in the middle.
Qiu looked at Wei Yao and said provocatively with a blank expression, "If you've got the guts, then come on."
Wei Yao clapped his hands in admiration: "Good, that's arrogant enough. I like people with strong bones the most, because when they break, the sound is crisp and pleasant."
Wei Yao's entourage was armed with iron spears.
Qiu was too lazy to argue with him. He held the long oar in his palm, tapped the round hole with his fingers, and with a flick of his wrist, it spun rapidly and flew out.
Wei Yao calmly deflected it with a single spear thrust, but unexpectedly, it spun in mid-air and then turned back around, finally landing easily and steadily back in Qiu's hand.
At this moment, Wei Yao had already cut a gash on his left arm.
He glanced at it casually, then stared at the "Changqiu" in Qiu's hand: "Weapons made by the Mohists are indeed worthy of being called extraordinary weapons of the world."
Qiu skillfully twirled the "long hill" in her hand.
"Only after you've seen it for yourself will you understand that the weapons of Ye Kingdom are just like Ye Kingdom itself today—utterly insignificant to the Mohists," Qiu said coldly.
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