"Little beauty, you've got some guts! All those grown men ran away, but you didn't."
Whether it was praise or mockery, Mei Jie's beautiful eyes sparkled with amusement.
Meng Qingluan: "...Thank you."
She didn't want to run away?
Her legs were just too weak to run.
Li Zhanjue coldly sized up the three of them, then jumped up. He picked up Meng Qingluan, who was standing at the carriage door, and distanced himself from the three.
Mei watched the two leave, and said lazily.
"Young master, the pretty young lady isn't afraid of us, so why are you running away?"
Li Zhanjue frowned in disgust. "Who sent you?"
Mei didn't answer, but glared at him irritably and whistled at Meng Qingluan.
"Little beauty, I don't like his question. Ask another one."
Meng Qingluan played along, "Sister, aren't you cold wearing such thin clothes?"
Mei clapped her hands with a smile, "So thoughtful, so concerned about me! I'm cold, but looking beautiful is the most important thing. Why don't you even ask who I am?"
Meng Qingluan asked, "Who are you?"
As if triggered, Mei Jie tossed her hair, ran her right hand along her hairline, and gave her a flirtatious wink.
"I am intelligent, beautiful, smart, pretty, charming, elegant, noble, talented, generous, graceful, quiet, refined, and gentle..."
"Shut up and get out," Li Zhanjue interrupted impatiently.
Interrupted from her self-introduction, Mei Jie's face darkened, though a smile remained on her lips, which appeared sinister and ruthless.
"Kid, you're very rude. I don't like it."
The guards surrounding them had already drawn their swords, preparing to step forward and fight.
The fat man next to Mei stepped forward, tossing the Thunderbolt cannon in his hand.
"As Sister Mei said, impolite people should be prepared to be punished."
Mei-jie took out a scroll, unfolded it, examined the scroll with her eyes, then turned it around and showed the portrait on the scroll to everyone.
"Kid, I'll let you die knowing why." Mei-jie pointed at the portrait. "Is this you?"
Li Zhanjue glanced at it, examined it carefully, and his eyes darkened. "It's me, but do you have the ability?"
Mei smiled without saying a word, tossed the scroll to the chubby boy, and then took out another portrait and unfolded it.
"Hey pretty girl, is that you in there?"
"no."
Meng Qingluan denied it decisively.
Mei-jie's confident smile faltered for a moment, and her hand, which was about to roll back the portrait, floated back and repeated itself.
"Sister, I like people who tell the truth. Little beauty, don't talk nonsense to save your life."
"It really wasn't me."
Meng Qingluan remained unmoved and continued to deny it.
Mei-jie's smile faded, and she pointed forcefully at the portrait, demanding an explanation.
"Are you blind? The person in this portrait is clearly you."
Meng Qingluan could no longer tolerate it.
"Your eyesight is bad, are you face-blind? Sister, the person in this portrait is not my gender, can't you see those two heavy balls in his crotch?"
Mei Jie: "..."
Mei Jie's face turned cold. She crumpled the portrait into a ball and easily crushed it, then casually threw the shredded paper on the ground.
"It seems that you two disobedient children need to be disciplined by me."
After she finished speaking, the three of them attacked simultaneously, their speed so fast that only their afterimages could be caught.
Seeing this, Meng Qingluan did eight backflips in a row to dodge Mei Jie's attack.
As she turned the object over, she could hear the sound of a dagger cutting through the air.
Li Zhanjue was stunned for a moment, but quickly joined Mei Jie in the attack, and the three of them chased each other.
"Um……"
Meng Qingluan stopped, heard a muffled groan, and saw Mei lying on the ground with a conspicuous footprint on her clothes.
"..."
So, this is some kind of show-off trick? She got knocked down with just one kick.
Mei stood up, patted the footprints off her clothes, and drew the long sword from behind her.
Instead of attacking, she retreated, and the three of them retreated together, easily falling into the encirclement of Li Zhanlan's personal guards.
Meng Qingluan sensed something was wrong and was about to warn them when the three of them suddenly leaped into the air, brandishing their longswords. Four or five guards were easily wounded and fell to the ground.
What?!
Meng Qingluan was roaring inwardly, "Where are the supposedly highly skilled personal guards? They've been defeated just like that?"
One of the guards, who had been knocked away by the sword energy, landed on the ground. He was barely breathing, his chest heaving violently as he breathed. He still managed to pull a piece of paper from his sleeve and throw it at Meng Qingluan's feet.
He held on to his last breath and said.
"Madam, you must read the letter our master gave you!"
"I……"
Before Meng Qingluan could even speak, the man rolled his eyes, and it was unclear whether he was dead or unconscious.
She quickly tore open the envelope, thinking it contained some kind of code that would summon guards to come back and protect her if she spoke it.
As a result, after reading the above content, Meng Qingluan's vision went black, and she almost died.
—Seeing this letter is like seeing you in person, Xiangxiang. Isn't my handwriting beautiful? Isn't it as beautiful as I am? You can recognize me at a glance, right?
I know that by the time you open this letter, most of the guards I sent to protect you will have been killed or wounded, or all of them will be dead.
Because the guards I assigned to you are not my personal guards. I know you're angry reading this, but please don't be angry; I have my reasons.
Think about it, you've seen through my true strength, and the others aren't stupid either, right? I also need to protect myself. Besides, I've already promised to save Chen Yan, and sending out soldiers to rescue him has already cost me a lot of money.
Xiangxiang, I believe in you, that's why I did this. You must be strong and learn to be self-reliant.
qAq.
Meng Qingluan's eyes widened, stunned by the last emoticon ending.
She gritted her teeth, threw the letter on the ground, and silently hid behind Li Zhanjue.
My thigh is right here, it's okay, it's okay.
Before Meng Qingluan could even finish comforting herself, Li Zhanjue's guards swarmed forward.
result……
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