Xuan Qing'er looked at the crowd, panting, "So many of you are bullying me, that's not gentlemanly at all!"
"Who told you to meddle in other people's business, you little brat!"
"This girl is quite pretty, why don't we tie her up and take her back to Leng Shengjun for him to play with?"
"Maybe we can benefit from it after we play it!"
"That's true, hehehe..."
Xuan Qing'er looked at them with confusion, completely unaware of the meaning behind their foul language.
Upon hearing their words, Yin Yang was enraged and rushed forward.
"Yin Yang..." Xuan Qing'er was about to say something, but when she saw Yin Yang's cold eyes sweep over her, she swallowed her words.
Tianwei sized up Yinyang's attire and said with disdain, "What are you doing out here, you androgynous creature? Don't interrupt the adults' fun, get out of here!"
A sharp glint flashed in Yin Yang's eyes. She raised her hand, and the black sword that had been beneath her feet shot out. The man who had previously scorned and mocked her was now clutching his neck, staring wide-eyed at Yin Yang, stammering, "No, you...you...uh—"
Thump—
The man didn't even have time to utter his last words before collapsing to the ground. As he fell, a spurt of blood appeared on his neck, and he breathed his last.
Mo Chen landed with Jin Yi in his arms just in time to witness this scene, and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement, "Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder he's the God of Slaughter!"
Yin Yang's gaze was indifferent, as if he had only killed livestock. He slightly raised his eyes and swept them over the others. "Anyone else who wants to have fun?"
The crowd looked at each other in panic, then took several steps back and turned to run away.
Yin Yang narrowed his eyes slightly. "Those who bullied me think they can get away? Prepare to die!"
Yin Yang merely raised his index finger, pointing it at the back of one of the figures. The jet-black longsword, as if receiving a command, shot directly towards that person, piercing through their chest—
Before the man could fall, the flying sword sped toward its next target, and within a few breaths, everyone who tried to escape was lying on the ground.
As she watched people fall one after another, a glimmer of light appeared in Xuan Qing'er's eyes, as if everything before her was nothing more than that, and she had already become accustomed to it.
As the last person fell, Xuan Qing'er smiled and came up behind Yin Yang, "Oh dear, this time Yin Yang has stolen the show again, making it impossible for me to make a move."
Yin Yang turned his head, his cold eyes had returned to normal, and he smiled gently, "I was afraid you would get tired, so I took care of them on your behalf."
Xuan Qing'er smiled and hugged Yin Yang's arm, "It's so good to have a sister like you!"
Watching the two sisters being all lovey-dovey, Mo Chen rolled his eyes and muttered, "You damn transvestite."
Upon hearing Mo Chen's words, Yin Yang turned around and glared at him with a cold face.
"Um... I mean, Miss Yin Yang, could you please take us to a safe place first? He needs treatment." Mo Chen was startled by Yin Yang's indifferent expression and quickly changed his mind.
"Alright, alright, I'll send you all back after he recovers!" Before Yin Yang could speak, Xuan Qing'er made the decision.
Yin Yang glanced at Xuan Qing'er and said helplessly, "In that case, you should come back to Sword Pavilion with us."
"Okay!" Mo Chen nodded, picked up Jin Yi but felt a little uncomfortable, so he simply carried him on his shoulder. "Let's go."
The setting sun cast long shadows of the three people, people who should never have crossed paths, yet they met in the same world.
Mo Chen stared at Yin Yang's back, her long, black hair smooth and lustrous, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it: "Your hair isn't real, is it?"
Aside from that devilish Gu Liyan, how could any boy have such beautiful long hair?
Yin Yang turned his head, frowned, and looked at Mo Chen. "What are you doing?"
"Ahem, don't get me wrong, I'm just checking if this hair is real or not... Hey, why did you hit me! I'm carrying a patient!"
"You filthy scoundrel!" Yin Yang sneered.
"Damn it! We're all the same sex, no one can be a scoundrel like you!"
"Idiot!" Yin Yang looked at Mo Chen with disdain, sizing him up from head to toe.
"Hey, what kind of attitude is that?! Say it again if you dare!" Mo Chen was furious.
"I'm too lazy to waste words with you!" With that, Yin Yang stepped onto his sword and flew away.
"Stop! Don't think I can't catch you!" Mo Chen chased after him on the wind.
Listening to their banter and teasing behind her, and now chasing after her, Xuan Qing'er felt a little uncomfortable.
——Divider——
Gu Liyan, upon returning to Wanbao Palace, still harbored the same fear of the place.
No, perhaps it's just a fear directed at that woman, a fear of being an innate nemesis...
"You've arrived."
Mo Hua's voice suddenly rang out from behind, and Gu Liyan subconsciously turned around to look behind him.
Mo Hua was wearing a black evening gown today, looking very elegant. Her dark eyes seemed to sparkle like stars, making it impossible to see through her thoughts.
"Hmm..." Gu Liyan nodded, as a greeting.
Mo Hua stared at Gu Liyan, a slight smile playing on his lips, and asked, "How are your injuries?"
Gu Liyan trembled slightly, looked at Mo Hua, took a deep breath and said without any politeness, "Thanks to your husband Mo Chen's care, you are fine now."
Mo Hua narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Gu Liyan, then turned his gaze elsewhere and said coldly, "You and I know each other's identities, but he's still a bit confused. I hope you won't speak too definitively, just like I didn't tell An Qianshan that you were still alive!"
Gu Liyan frowned slightly and said coldly, "Everyone knows that foxes are treacherous and cunning, but they don't know that the lynx, the fox's natural enemy, is the most treacherous of all!"
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