Chapter 158: Just talk, don't touch me
Lan Xiyue retracted the silver needle in her hand. She slowly turned around and faced the group of bandits holding sharp blades and with ferocious looks on their faces. She pretended to be terrified and said in a trembling voice, "He is the Regent Mo Liyuan. Kill him if you want, but don't hurt me!"
Mo Liyuan lowered his head, his gaze falling on Lan Xiyue lovingly. He watched her performance quietly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, without saying a word. At this moment, the muscle softening powder in his body had been released.
Xiong Feng, the leader of this group of bandits, stared at Lan Xiyue with his eyes. He licked his cracked lips and said with a hint of temptation in his voice, "Beauty, come here, brother will let you out."
Mo Liyuan's hands unconsciously tightened around Lan Xiyue's waist, and his eyes instantly filled with icy coldness as he stared straight at Xiong Feng.
Lan Xiyue pretended to struggle, pushed him away, and said with a smile, "Just let me go. They're dealing with you, not me."
Xiong Feng nodded repeatedly when he heard this, "Yes, yes, let go of the beauty."
The murderous intent in Mo Liyuan's eyes grew even stronger, which frightened Xiong Feng so much that he took a few steps back. He calmed himself down and shouted bravely, "You...you are already a prisoner, why are you still so fierce? Take back that fierce look!"
Seeing this, Lan Xiyue burst out laughing, "I say, Mo Liyuan is already a prisoner, what are you afraid of? Stop stuttering!" Her laughter echoed at the bottom of the cliff, adding a bit of teasing and sarcasm.
Xiong Feng felt embarrassed when she smiled at him. He picked up his bow and arrow and pointed it at Mo Liyuan: "Beauty, I'm not afraid."
Lan Xiyue gently struggled out of Mo Liyuan's arms, with a teasing look in her eyes: "Let me out quickly, I don't want to be trapped in this broken net." Her tone was coquettish, but there was a bit of imperceptible cunning hidden in it.
Xiong Feng swallowed, his eyes wandering between Lan Xiyue and Mo Liyuan. "Beauty, wait a moment, I'll shoot him to death and then let you out."
However, just as he finished his words, with a "rip" sound, Mo Liyuan easily tore apart the net that bound him and walked out with a murderous look on his face.
His eyes were like ice as he scanned everyone present, making people feel cold.
Lan Xiyue pointed at them and said, "Oh no, your network is too bad. You are doomed now."
Seeing this, the minions retreated in fear. One of them said to Xiong Feng in a trembling voice, "Boss, he... doesn't seem to be affected by the muscle softening powder. What should we do?"
Xiong Feng's face turned pale in an instant, and his legs couldn't help but tremble.
Xiong Feng stood in front of a group of bandits, his expression tough and his eyes sharp, but he could not hide the emptiness in his heart: "Brothers, he is just one person, and there are so many of us... let's attack together." Although his voice was loud, there was a barely perceptible tremor in it, and it was obvious that he was afraid of the person in front of him.
Lan Xiyue stood aside and witnessed this scene. She laughed so hard that she could hardly straighten her back: "Well, how about you look behind you?" Her laughter was crisp and pleasant, but it seemed particularly abrupt in this tense atmosphere.
Xiong Feng's heart trembled, and he turned around with forced composure. He saw that his hundreds of followers, who had been about to swarm over him, now scattered like frightened birds, leaving him alone to face the powerful enemy.
His face instantly turned extremely ugly. Just as he was about to turn around, a sharp sword energy came. With a flash of cold light, Mo Liyuan's soft sword pierced his throat.
Xiong Feng widened his eyes, full of unwillingness and astonishment, and his body slowly fell down, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Lan Xiyue slowly approached, her gaze lingering on Xiong Feng's corpse for a moment before turning to Mo Liyuan with a playful smile on her lips: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, you're too cruel! He was the leader of this group of bandits after all, and you killed him with just one sword."
Mo Liyuan's face remained expressionless. He pulled out a spotless white handkerchief from his bosom and wiped the blood off the sword. Once the blade was smooth again, he gently retracted the sword and strapped it to his waist. He then hugged Lan Xiyue and asked, "Yu'er, have you had enough fun?"
Lan Xiyue blushed slightly, pushed him away, and said angrily, "Just talk, don't touch me."
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