"Now you can confess, right? Or perhaps I'll have to cut off an arm or a leg," Shang Xiye's deep, cold voice drifted over.
Chen Qian: "..."
The back of my clothes was instantly soaked!
The Ninth Prince truly lives up to his reputation as a demon!
With just a simple sentence, he felt an urge to kneel down and submit.
He had long forgotten the hatred stemming from the fall of the Chen family.
Watching helplessly as Shang Xiye and the silver-armored soldiers took the little female bandit away, Chen Qian and Shang Nanjue were both powerless, one being no match for the Ninth Prince and the other lying on the ground unable to move.
Under the protection of the silver-armored soldiers, Shang Xiye led the little female bandit and her companions to a remote village.
Ji Chenhai, Ji Fengming, Wuying, Wuhen, and others were all waiting there. When they saw the little female bandit and her group, they excitedly and happily went to greet them.
Ji Chenhai asked anxiously, "Yao'er, why are you so pale? Those bastards must have bullied you a lot. Tell your father who they are, and when we get back, your father will avenge you!"
“Yes, sister…” Ji Fengming hadn’t finished speaking when she suddenly saw Hei Xiao’s even paler complexion and quickly turned around: “Xiao Chen, where are you injured?”
Hei Xiao stared blankly at Ji Fengming's tense and concerned face, which was exactly the same as the boy in his memory. His eyes involuntarily reddened, but he answered irrelevantly, "I'm back."
"Of course I know you're back. I'm asking where you're injured." Ji Fengming took Hei Xiao's hand, placed two fingers on his pulse point, and then his expression changed drastically: "Your seal..."
"It's alright, his seal was just slightly loosened, I've already stabilized it for him," Ji Fengyao quickly interjected when she heard Ji Fengming's loud voice, afraid that revealing the truth would enrage her father and brother.
Black Owl's hand trembled slightly as he subtly grasped Ji Fengming's hand in return, his smile and voice soft and gentle: "Hmm, it's just a little loose, it's nothing to worry about."
The group entered the house while talking, but instead of resting there, they left the village through a tunnel inside the house and arrived at the hillside behind the village.
Ji Fengyao distributed special human skin masks to everyone, and they all tacitly disguised themselves as disciples of a certain martial arts sect.
There are numerous martial arts sects, and countless obscure and unknown ones.
Even if their attire doesn't belong to any major sect, it won't attract much attention.
Shang Xiye handed his human skin mask to Wei Shu, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I am now the target of everyone's hatred. If you wear the mask and impersonate me, all your enemies will flee from you. You must not show off. If you show your face in front of people, take it off immediately. Be careful and practice diligently."
"Yes, Your Highness, I will be extra careful and diligent, and will certainly live up to Your Highness's expectations," Wei Shu solemnly clasped his hands in agreement, his words resounding with conviction.
Ghost Face looked at Sad Night and Ji Fengyao and the others as they mounted their horses and prepared to leave with a pitiful expression. He muttered to himself, "I'm so powerful, yet I have to stay here every day to put on an act and clean up the mess for this unreliable master. It's so frustrating. I want to go and have some fun too."
“Once you reached the northwest border, you secretly ran over here. With your speed, you should be able to catch up with us,” Ji Fengyao said with a smile.
"Really? Really?" Ghost Face jumped up and down excitedly: "Mistress, you're so good! You're a hundred times better than that damned male master. All he knows is how to enslave me!"
"I'd also like to taste what it's like to make soup with your flesh," Shang Xiye said coldly, looking down at the ghost-faced man.
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