Chapter 200 Arresting People
Just now, Su Yao, wearing an inconspicuous black cloak, emerged from the dense forest and blended into the chaotic battlefield like a fish into water.
She had just spotted a person who was half-dead, ravaged by a combination of new and old injuries, and was just a few breaths away from closing his eyes completely.
But it can still be saved.
After kindly giving the person the medicine, she even took out some reward for herself, but before she could even enjoy the spirit stones, fate suddenly tightened around her neck.
"Chirp-a-chirp—" Cuihua, perched on Su Yao's shoulder, let out a warning cry, but it was quickly silenced.
My neck skin is so tight, I can't make a sound.
Before I could even turn my head, I was simply thrown into an unfamiliar tent.
The curtain fell, obscuring the figures of those who had been carrying and throwing her.
After landing and losing momentum, Su Yao immediately got up and rushed forward. However, as soon as she touched the curtain, the surrounding air rippled with layers of obstruction, clearly indicating that it was a shield.
Su Yao took a few steps back in disbelief.
Which demon is so idle as to capture her here? Surely there aren't some lustful ghosts here who covet her beauty and want to abduct this innocent woman.
It can't be such a coincidence that it's her brother, can it?
Leaving aside the fact that the guy surnamed Feng kidnapped her brother and ran away, he didn't even treat Su Yu properly, taking her brother into the wild forest!?
Su Yao felt slightly anxious, but quickly calmed down and whispered, "Su Mingfei, did you see what that demon looked like? It couldn't be my brother, could it?"
"Chirp—" Cuihua reminded Su Yao hesitantly.
Unlike her human-like black hair and black eyes in the Spirit Realm, Su Yu in the Demon Realm is even more beautiful, possessing a strange and alluring charm, like a glowing moon, which should be an external effect of her Moon Demon bloodline.
Su Yao blinked: "Then, isn't that my brother?"
Cuihua said ruthlessly and simply.
Su Yao swiftly withdrew her mischievous hand that was trying to damage the shield, stuffed the stack of explosive talismans back into her storage ring, and destroyed the evidence.
He turned around and, with a cautious attitude, surveyed the interior of the tent.
Before Cuihua opened her mouth, she muttered to herself, "Okay, I know I should find a place to sit down and wait for him now."
"But Cuihua, don't you want to know?" Su Yao slowly circled the tent. "Do you think they're already living together?"
Cuihua flapped her wings in agreement.
The tent was simply furnished. Su Yao didn't go inside to check the bedside area, but instead wandered around the living area on the outside.
Although Su Yu and Feng Huaijin stayed in the tent for a relatively short time, there were still some traces of life there, as well as two mixed demonic energies.
That was enough for Su Yao to confirm.
Why did the person surnamed Feng act so quickly? And is Su Yu a little too easy to coax?
After Su Yao finished spinning around, she pulled out a chair, plopped down, and waited, feeling melancholy.
After settling Su Yao and Cuihua in, Su Yu paid close attention to the behavior of the other humans.
No one showed any particular reason to leave the battle to rescue someone, and they didn't react with unusual excitement when he suddenly locked someone up; they simply assumed it was a sacrifice during a normal engagement.
This at least shows that Su Yao's relationship with this group of people is not deep.
But let's prioritize capturing them alive. If they have any connection with Su Yao, it will be easier to deal with them. Later, as hostages, we can also make a fortune in the spirit world.
Su Yu quickly made a decision, releasing his aura and signaling Feng Huaijin to use his early-stage Tribulation Transcending cultivation to finish the battle quickly and leave no survivors.
The highest cultivation level among the humans present was no more than the mid-stage of the Mahayana realm.
Feng Huaijin did as instructed, but he was still slightly annoyed by Su Yu's earlier act of slipping away from him to catch someone.
So he also wanted to resolve the matter quickly so he could see what exactly had attracted his brother away.
The oppressive aura landed precisely on the enemy's head, causing their bodies to suddenly feel heavy and their movements to be forced to slow down.
Yuan Wu immediately roared at his men, "They're too slow! Seize the opportunity and get them moving!"
The pressure did not miss Ying Lang.
Although he had run far away and escaped the battlefield, he was still within the range of Feng Huaijin's oppressive aura.
His body sank, his running pace slowed, and cold sweat poured down his forehead, but he dared not stop his increasingly unsteady steps.
All because of Yuan Jin, who was chasing him from behind.
Yuan Jin seized the opportunity, threw his abacus, and with a "thud," it made intimate contact with the back of Ying Lang's head, knocking Ying Lang to the ground.
Ying Lang felt dizzy and tried to get up, but Yuan Jin caught up and stepped on his back, shoving him hard into the ground.
"Run! Why have you stopped running?"
Ying Lang rubbed his back with his hand: "Ouch—be gentle, be gentle, Sister Jin, you're going to stomp me to death."
Yuan Jin snorted coldly, not relaxing his grip at all, and bent down to grab the hands that were groping around and tie them up: "Serves you right."
After binding her, she sat on Ying Lang's back to rest, and said with satisfaction, "Alright, the traitor is expelled from the mercenary group. From now on, you can be my male concubine."
Ying Lang: ? ? ?
Ying Lang: "Ah, no, isn't it the right husband?"
Yuan Jin: "Oh, you want to be the main husband? No way, I'm still young, I haven't had enough fun yet."
Ying Lang was truly speechless: "Who else have you taken a fancy to?! Is anyone as young and beautiful as me to you?!"
“That’s not the issue,” Yuan Jin said, listening to the commotion on the battlefield. Feng Huaijin and Su Yu had almost finished dealing with the situation once they got serious, so he wasn’t in a hurry to go back. “But aren’t you a human spy? My future children can’t be half-bloods who can’t cultivate, or they’ll be bullied.”
Ying Lang: ...I can't refute that.
He gritted his teeth and threw out a message: "I am a mixed blood. My demon bloodline was sealed by a secret method in the past, and I can only cultivate with spiritual energy. However, a trace of demonic energy remains, which makes it easier for me to disguise myself than others. That's why I was sent to the Demon Realm."
This trace of demonic energy makes his cultivation more painful than that of ordinary people, but at least he can cultivate, so Ying Lang doesn't care about that.
"I will break the seal, then wash away the human bloodline and replace it with demonic energy." His voice lowered, "...that is, I will have to start cultivating again."
Yuan Jin seemed to be deep in thought, and ruffled Ying Lang's hair with his hand: "Let's talk about this in detail later."
Inside the camp, although one or two escaped using life-saving spells, most of the enemies were captured and thrown into the prisoner-of-war tents.
After dealing with these matters, Su Yu went straight to the tent, removed the shielding cover, lifted the curtain, and quickly entered.
Feng Huaijin stood outside with a dark expression, acting as a pressure-releasing device to prevent any prisoners who were not yet unconscious from suddenly rising up.
He wanted to wait until the mercenaries finished off the prisoners and confirmed that they were completely incapacitated before leaving, in order to prevent any accidents from happening.
This damn sense of responsibility of being raised by my brother!
However, he had no intention of giving up on Su Yu's upbringing, so he could only finish what he needed to do here for now.
Inside the tent, Su Yu's gaze swept across the area.
Three cups of tea were neatly placed on the table: one for Su Yao and one for Cuihua next to her.
The last cup, directly opposite, was for Su Yu.
Su Yao sat calmly and gracefully. She slowly raised her hand towards the person opposite her, a standard smile curving her lips, vaguely resembling You Fujun's demure and innocent demeanor: "Brother, please sit down."
What kind of pretentious stuff is she doing?
Su Yao's smile remained unchanged.
This is called striking first, or rather, the devil.
Next, we changed the subject.
Ha, she's a genius.
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