Following Jing Zhe's instructions, Murong Xi rode her horse back quite a distance and found a relatively secluded place to hide. She trusted Jing Zhe and was afraid of becoming a burden to him, so all she had to do now was wait for Jing Zhe to kill Duan Hun Shan and come to pick her up!
As an empress, her strategic vision and analytical abilities far surpass those of ordinary people.
When Jing Zhe asked Murong Xi to leave, Murong Xi did not hesitate or waver, because she trusted Jing Zhe and felt that he was confident in killing Duan Hun Shan. She thought that staying would only distract him.
However, as time went by, Murong Xi began to worry.
Although she was an empress, she immediately displayed the composure befitting her status. However, she was also a woman, and despite her rationality, she ultimately succumbed to her emotions.
Especially when it comes to her own man—from the moment she left the city today, she had already decided that Jing Zhe was her man.
So she started to worry again: after all this time, had Jing Zhe actually killed Duan Hun Shan, or had he gained the upper hand? The worst-case scenario was that Duan Hun Shan…
That definitely won't happen. If it did, the Soul-Severing Fan would have already come looking for him! So as long as she hasn't seen the Soul-Severing Fan, it means Jing Zhe is still safe!
But she was still worried that as time went on, all her previous strategic thinking would be completely lost.
Or... should I go over and take a look?
She would watch from afar, quietly, without letting them see her, and without affecting him. That way, when he won, she could rush out immediately. If it was him... she would also go out without hesitation, because even if she died, she would die with him!
On the way, she heard the huge roar and could no longer control her emotions. She rode up at full speed, and it was at this moment that she was discovered by the Soul-Severing Fan!
well…
At this moment, Murong Xi was filled with self-reproach and regret, because she could see that Jing Zhe had gained an absolute advantage, while the once arrogant Duanhun Shan was now being beaten back like a stray dog. If she had arrived any later, Duanhun Shan would probably have been killed by Jing Zhe.
But she was discovered...
...
The next moment, after withstanding Jing Zhe's sword, the Soul-Severing Fan flew backward, heading straight for Murong Xi!
"dream!"
Jing Zhe roared in his heart and flew towards Murong Xi at lightning speed. Although he was anxious, he was not too worried because his lightness skill was much better than that of the Soul-Severing Fan. In addition, the Soul-Severing Fan was seriously injured and its speed was far inferior to his own. Therefore, Jing Zhe was fully confident that he could reach Murong Xi's side before the Soul-Severing Fan and protect Murong Xi from harm!
Concern can cloud judgment, and Jing Zhe forgot that the Soul-Severing Fan had also considered the things he could think of, so how could he launch an ineffective attack?
Therefore, the Soul-Severing Fan at this moment was just a feint to divert Jing Zhe's attention. After discovering that Jing Zhe had indeed been led to fly towards Murong Xi, a cold smile appeared on his lips.
The next moment, he mustered all his inner strength and poured it all into the iron fan before throwing it out.
"Go to hell!"
Because he was focused on getting to Murong Xi, Jing Zhe didn't pay attention to the eastward direction of the Soul-Severing Fan. By the time he looked up again, the iron fan with its long spikes spread out was already flying towards him.
That's way too simplistic!
Jing Zhe sneered inwardly and raised the Emperor's Sword. He thought that he could cut the iron fan back with a single sword strike in the next moment. After all, the Soul-Severing Fan was no longer strong enough to pose a threat to him, let alone the iron fan that had already broken free from his control.
But the next moment, a strange phenomenon occurred!
When Jing Zhe's Emperor's Sword struck the iron fan, everyone thought it would be cleaved away. But to their surprise, the iron fan exploded, and the long spikes attached to it shot out like hidden weapons, all heading towards Jing Zhe and Murong Xi.
Fortunately, Jing Zhe reacted quickly enough to block the first wave of attacks from these long spikes by externalizing his internal force. However, these spikes were not thrown off by inertia, but rather as if they were launched by some kind of mechanism on the iron fan, with great force.
Jing Zhe dared not be careless. He used his internal force to block the attack and then quickly flew towards Murong Xi, hugged her, and flew backward and outward.
Poor Murong Xi's horse, Jing Zhe could only lift her up at most—of course, that was all he could do; who cared about a horse's life or death at this moment?
Therefore, no sooner had Jing Zhe picked up Murong Xi than his horse was riddled with arrows and killed, a truly gruesome sight.
Murong Xi glanced back, still shaken and somewhat timid, and said, "It's...it's all my fault..."
"Smack!"
Jing Zhe reached out and slapped Murong Xi's round and soft protrusion, making a crisp sound.
"Since you made a mistake, you should accept the punishment. This slap is punishment for not trusting your man!"
Jing Zhe said with a smile. How could he not understand Murong Xi's thoughts at this moment? If she didn't care about him, why would Murong Xi risk returning again?
Although he missed a good opportunity to kill the Soul-Severing Fan, Jing Zhe still felt warm inside: In times of danger, what could be more touching and blissful than having a woman who cares and thinks about you?
Jing Zhe had no choice but to slap her, because he could see that Murong Xi was feeling very guilty, and slapping her like this was a way to release the pressure on her.
As expected, Murong Xi, who had been hit, did not frown. Instead, she relaxed a bit and looked up at me with a serious expression, saying, "Yes, it's all my fault. If you're still angry, then hit me again until you're not angry anymore!"
"Of course I'm going to hit you!"
Seeing Murong Xi acting like a little girl, so different from her usual mature and composed self, Jing Zhe found her even more adorable and wanted to tease her.
"Have you ever heard the saying, 'If you don't discipline a woman for three days, she'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles'? Looks like I'll have to keep a close eye on you from now on!"
As he spoke, Jing Zhe's large hand struck the soft protrusion behind Murong Xi again, but this time the force was much lighter than before.
And after he finished hitting, his hand didn't rush or seem reluctant to leave. Instead, it remained there and began to move irregularly up and down, forward and backward, left and right.
"Hmm~"
Murong Xi, who hadn't uttered a sound after being slapped hard, groaned now, and cried out uncontrollably as Jing Zhe's wicked hands roamed over her.
However, just as Jing Zhe was about to continue his mischievous act, Murong Xi's last shred of reason finally stopped him. She grabbed his mischievous hand and pouted, saying, "How can you be so naughty?"
"Hehe, women love bad boys! Didn't you just say you were willing to let me touch you?"
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