On Chang'an Street, a fast horse came flying, and on it sat a young man in a brocade suit with golden lotus flowers. The young man was wearing bright clothes and had a proud look in his eyes, but his handsome face, as bright as the scorching sun, was filled with an intimidating hostility.
The tall black horse neighed, and Gu Yun jumped down. His eyes were filled with anger, burning like sunlight. He first glanced at Yu Jiao, and seeing that her body was stained with blood, his eyes became even angrier. He then turned to stare at Qin Guang, and murderous intent flashed across his black pupils.
Qin Guang's legs were shaking with fear. How could he run into this plague god again? His right leg, which had just healed, was aching slightly. Qin Guang didn't want to experience the feeling of having his leg broken again.
He hid behind the servant and Yang Congwen in panic, "Gu...Gu Yun, what do you want to do now?"
Gu Yun raised his eyebrows, the smile at the corner of his lips was cold and full of hostility.
"Quick, protect this prince!"
The sword in Gu Yun's hand was filled with a sinister aura, and when he struck out, the sword was like a stream of light, and its shape could not be seen in the light and shadow.
Amid Qin Guang's terrified voice, Yang Congwen and three or four servants screamed one after another at the same time. The four of them fell to the ground with painful expressions on their faces, and their bodies were covered in blood.
The blade of Gu Yun's sword was still snow-white, which showed how fast the person holding the sword was when he made the move. It was as fast as a meteor, cutting through the skin without a trace of red on the blade.
Many people know that Gu Yun is a martial arts expert, but few people know that Gu Yun uses a sword, and his swordsmanship is so high that it is rare in the world.
In the past, Qin Guang was only beaten by Gu Yun's fists and feet. But when this cold long sword that was fast enough to cut through the darkness was pointed at his forehead, Qin Guang's legs went weak and he sat on the ground. His face was pale and cold sweat was shivering on his back.
As the sword energy brushed past his head, Qin Guang's hair stood on end, his neck felt cold, and a strand of broken hair swayed gently in the air before falling to the ground.
He belatedly touched his neck with his hand, and his palm was hot and wet, covered with scarlet liquid.
"Uh...uh..." Qin Guang felt as if his throat was being strangled. He was so frightened that he couldn't make any sound.
He thought he was going to die.
Gu Yun looked down at Qin Guang nonchalantly, the corners of his lips curved with a sneer, and his voice was like a Shura urging his life, "How many lives do you have, Qin Guang, if you dare to touch the people I, Gu Yun, protect?"
The snow-white sword carried a chilling murderous aura, as cold as the unmelted ice in the Far North. As Gu Yun's wrist moved slightly, it slapped Qin Guang's face hard.
This was more insulting and lethal than a slap in the face. Qin Guang was as stiff as a stone sculpture above his neck, afraid that if he moved, the sword blade as sharp as autumn frost would cut his skin and take his life.
Chen Rou hid aside in a daze, somewhat horrified by the scene. She was afraid of being implicated and did not dare to step forward. She still had to rely on her appearance to gain a foothold in the capital. If she was scratched by the sword and her appearance was damaged, her only capital to win over men would be gone.
Looking at the tall, arrogant, handsome and sword-wielding man, Chen Rou cast a complicated gaze on Yu Jiao. Uncontrollable jealousy surged in the depths of her eyes. Why was Meng Yujiao always so lucky!
She had finally climbed up the ladder and thought she could trample this woman under her feet and watch her beg for mercy humbly and in such an embarrassed state that she was lowered to the dust. But why did there always seem to be better people around her?
He dared to attack Prince Qin so brazenly in the street. It goes without saying that this man who suddenly appeared must be of a more noble status than the prince of the Weiyuan Marquis's Mansion.
Chen Rou pinched her palms hard, trying to suppress the surging hatred in her heart.
To Qin Guang, she was nothing more than a plaything, but this man in brocade clothes protected Yu Jiao behind him with an absolutely protective attitude. This kind of attention and importance was something she would never get from Qin Guang.
I really can't accept this.
Qin Guang, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, swallowed his saliva in fear and said in a trembling voice, "I... I didn't know that this sister was your Gu Yun's, otherwise I would never dare to provoke her even if I had a hundred guts."
"Sister?" Gu Yun raised his eyebrows, and pronounced the words very heavily, staring at Qin Guang coldly, "You can call me by these two words?"
As he finished speaking, the tip of the sword pierced Qin Guang's tendons. Qin Guang groaned in pain. He was tortured and humiliated like this, but he didn't dare to show any anger. He just begged for mercy, "I was wrong. I don't deserve to be called these two words. I won't yell them anymore."
Qin Guang was really afraid that Gu Yun would take his life. He had been afraid of Gu Yun's reckless behavior since his leg was broken. Gu Yun would not care that he was the eldest son of the Weiyuan Marquis's Mansion, nor would he care about the consequences of killing him.
He continued to beg for mercy, "I didn't do anything to that girl. If you don't believe me, you can ask her. Gu Yun, please let me go. I really didn't know she was yours..."
Gu Yun turned around and glanced at Yu Jiao. He had only taken a quick glance at first and saw the blood on Yu Jiao's body, mistakenly thinking that she was bullied by Qin Guang. Now that his anger had subsided a little, he looked carefully again and realized that Yu Jiao did not look like she was injured.
His eyes swept across Yu Fuling's face and saw that her cheek was red and swollen, with a clear five-finger mark, and there was still blood under her nose. It was obvious that she was the one who was injured and bullied. The blood on Yu Jiao's hands must have been stained from her face.
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