He watched Ji Fengming, Hei Xiao, Wu Shang, Wu Zhong, and the others leave.
Shang Xiye held Ji Fengyao's small hand tightly and pulled her into his arms, filled with lingering fear: "My little wife, thank goodness you're alright."
“But they were all seriously injured.” Ji Fengyao felt guilty: “This time I was careless and almost caused everyone to lose their lives because of me.”
"You don't need to blame yourself. They weren't after you in the first place," Shang Xiye comforted, patting Ji Fengyao's back gently. He cupped her face, looked directly into her tearful eyes, and his soft voice carried a hint of ruthlessness: "What they wanted was my life. I've dragged you all down with me. My little wife, don't be sad. I'll take you to get revenge right now!"
That gentle tone, that doting gaze,
And there's the irresistible wicked charm and domineering aura in his expression and words;
Ji Fengyao vaguely saw her former master, and her heart felt warm and sweet.
She snuggled into Shang Xiye's arms, nuzzling her head affectionately against him, and softly agreed, "Okay, let's go get revenge!"
After speaking, Ji Fengyao's eyes gleamed with amusement, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of her lips.
Wuying quickly led a large number of elite soldiers and forcibly broke open the gate of the ancient mansion and rushed in.
Without the array covering and concealing it, the ancient mansion was no longer silent; one could faintly hear the commotion of voices deep within.
"How many people are outside?" Shang Xiye asked in a cold, deep voice.
Wu Ying solemnly clasped his hands in a fist and replied, "Your Highness, rest assured, in addition to our own people, I have also borrowed troops from the garrison of Hangu Pass. We have completely surrounded the ancient mansion, ensuring that not even a fly can get out!"
"Hmm," Shang Xiye nodded. He was about to lead his little wife and Wuying inside to catch the person when suddenly his little wife gently tugged at him: "What's wrong?"
Ji Fengyao smiled playfully and beckoned to Shang Xiye with her finger: "Your Highness, they say to catch the thief, you must first catch the king. I'll take you to catch the king."
"You know where he is?" A hint of surprise flashed across Shang Xiye's eyes.
Ji Fengyao, her little head held high with pride, dragged Shang Xiye along with a roguish air: "I knew where he was when the formation was broken."
How dare you try to teach me a lesson and hurt my people!
It's probably never died!
At this moment, in the secret room of the woodshed of the ancient mansion, Gu Da was pressed against the wall, his body taut. Three inches away from his nose, a ghostly blue flame hovered in the air.
The intense heat emanated from Ji Huo, scorching the skin on Gu Da's nose until it turned yellow and emitted a burnt smell. The excruciating pain from the burns caused oozing fluid from his forehead, which was then quickly dried by the heat.
But he dared not move an inch.
The moment he moved, the fire would get a little closer to him; even if he trembled a finger or his lips quivered in fear, the fire would get even closer.
Guda stared intently at Jihuo's eerie blue figure, almost in tears:
What kind of strange thing is this? Where did it come from?
Grandpa Huo, we are all cultured people with good manners.
Can't we at least use our words to reason with each other?
Guda was trembling.
Suddenly, the door to the secret room was smashed open from the outside.
With a smile that was innocent and harmless, Ji Fengyao walked in hand in hand with Shang Xiye, as if they were taking a leisurely stroll or sightseeing.
Seeing Gu Da pinned to the wall by the extreme fire, Ji Fengyao narrowed her clear phoenix eyes slightly: "Oh ho, I thought he was some powerful figure, but he's just a mere fourth-level Spirit Gathering flea."
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