However, she quickly stopped retreating and resolutely looked at Mo Yi: "Lord Mo Yi, if you block the way, then don’t bla Alina for the offense."
"Hmph, just you?"
Mo Yi didn’t take the little witch seriously at all. He didn’t even draw his Tang Blade and struck at Alina’s shoulder with his palm.
ng Qianqian swiftly pulled Alina behind her.
ng Lang, on the other hand, rushed forward in a step, punching towards Mo Yi’s large palm.
As the fist and palm t, a terrifying inner strength exploded around the two of them.
This was ng Lang’s first ti fighting against Mo Yi, whose sharp inner strength felt like thousands of silver needles piercing into his ridians.
From his arm to his shoulder, it was all densely packed pain.
The two separated instantly.
He retreated several steps, his forehead already dripping with cold sweat.
He clutched his left arm, gritted his teeth, and said, "This guy is much more formidable than Du Nu."
He didn’t struggle this much when fighting Du Nu.
"Lord Mo Yi is the confidant of the Princess Consort, his martial arts are far above Du Nu."
Alina kindly reminded, "Young Master ng, you must be careful."
ng Lang hesitated for a mont and said to ng Qianqian, "Maybe I shouldn’t try to show off."
ng Qianqian: "No, you show off."
ng Lang: "..."
"Let’s go."
ng Qianqian said to Alina.
Alina turned to look at ng Lang, "Young Master ng... can he handle Lord Mo Yi alone?"
ng Qianqian replied casually, "If he can’t win, he should run. It’s better to sacrifice one than all three."
ng Lang, who was about to make a move, was so exasperated by his elder sister’s "better his friend’s death than his own" ideology that his breath caught, almost causing him to stumble and fall in front of Mo Yi.
Alina asked suspiciously, "Is Young Master ng your real brother?"
ng Qianqian answered, "I suppose so."
Alina murmured, "What do you an... suppose so..."
She didn’t have ti to delve into it, needing to cherish the escape opportunity ng Lang was providing.
Yet, unfortunately, they retreated back into the alley before long.
ng Lang was fiercely fighting with Mo Yi.
Mo Yi’s assault was too fierce; he was struggling to hold on, and when he glanced back, sothing even more disastrous occurred.
He was filled with despair, "Why are you back? To join in burial?"
Just as he spoke, he noticed sothing wrong.
At the other end of the alley, a large group of black-clad n with swords was forcing their way in.
"Great, we’re trapped. One big guy was already hard enough to deal with, and now so many obstacles..."
ng Lang’s head ached.
The Capital City was in chaos; he wanted to return to You State!
"Yin Hu Guard, step aside, I will handle this!"
Alina resolutely stood in front of ng Qianqian.
ng Qianqian sighed, "Alina, you don’t have to do this. What ng Lang said is right, I saved you and cleared your na only to win you over, I am using you."
Alina said, "I know, and I’m not helping you because of that. I told you, you have an aura that makes want to be close to you. My desire to protect you is genuine."
These were her heartfelt words.
The first ti she saw ng Qianqian at the banquet, she was unconsciously drawn to her.
At that ti, she frequently "flirted" with Tan’er, and everyone thought it was because of Tan’er’s enthusiasm, but in fact, it was because of ng Qianqian.
She had an innate closeness to ng Qianqian and couldn’t explain why.
Clearly, ng Qianqian wasn’t necessarily a witch.
But even if she were, ordinary witches couldn’t make submit like this.
She couldn’t figure it out and decided not to think about it.
For years, she followed orders, and now she wanted to listen to her own heart for once.
She took out her rattle, her eyes sharp, and shook it while chanting a short and mysterious spell.
The masked black-clad n who were supposed to attack the two stood dazed on the spot, as if their souls had left them, or as if trapped in a dream.
ng Qianqian couldn’t help but think of the dance Alina perford at the banquet.
At that ti, the entire court was largely in such a state, but even more obsessed.
So, it wasn’t a charm technique, it was witchcraft.
"I can’t hold on anymore—"
ng Lang was no match for Mo Yi, and was slashed high into the sky by Mo Yi’s sword qi.
As he was about to crash into a pool of flesh, ng Qianqian swiftly waved her sleeve, shooting out a chanical rope coiled on her wrist, securely pulling ng Lang back to her side.
ng Lang fell to one knee, coughed heavily, and gasped for air, "Next ti... can you... aim for sowhere else... grabbing the neck... will kill soone..."
ng Qianqian retracted the chanical rope, "Oh, it’s my first ti using it, not very skilled."
ng Lang muttered, rubbing his neck, "I’d rather fight him... which one of you wants my life more..."
As ng Qianqian was rescuing ng Lang, Mo Yi seized the mont to unleash a sword qi, sending Alina flying to crash against the wall.
Alina spat out a mouthful of blood heavily.
Her witchcraft had been interrupted.
Those guards... she couldn’t control them...
"You must go!"
She bit her finger.
ng Qianqian grabbed her wrist, "What are you trying to do?"
Alina said, "With the blood of a witch, I can control them a while longer."
"It’s not needed."
ng Qianqian said.
Alina gasped, "No, I must see you off safely."
Mo Yi and the masked black-clad n approached the three of them simultaneously.
ng Qianqian flicked her finger, shooting a silver needle at Mo Yi.
Mo Yi tilted his head, effortlessly dodging it.
"Yin Hu Guard, will you co with willingly, or shall I break your legs and take you away? I’m not the Princess Consort, I won’t be gentle with you."
ng Qianqian said lightly, "Break my legs? You can try to see if you truly have the ability!"
"You people from the Central Plains, you always refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
Mo Yi spun the Tang Blade in his hand rcilessly, slashing towards ng Qianqian.
Alina scread, "No—"
ng Lang gritted his teeth, intending to block in front of ng Qianqian, but it was already too late.
Mo Yi’s sword technique was too fast, like lightning beyond capture.
ng Qianqian looked calmly at Mo Yi.
Just as his Tang Blade was about to strike her, a tall and sturdy figure suddenly appeared behind her.
A flash of sword light, sharp as ice, made Mo Yi close his eyes briefly.
Clang!
Mo Yi’s Tang Blade was deflected by the heavy sword.
The overwhelming inner strength forced him to retreat seven or eight steps, finally stabilizing himself by slashing into the bluestone slab.
He knelt on one knee and looked up, "Chen Long?"
Chen Long regarded him with cold eyes.
He held the sword in one hand and the useless, beaten apprentice in the other.
"Master, let down, it’s embarrassing."
ng Lang said.
Chen Long replied expressionlessly, "Even defeated by a person of Loulan, you’ve long disgraced yourself to Loulan."
ng Lang pouted, "What a complint."
Chen Long tossed him to the ground like a small sack.
"Ugh—be gentle, Master!"
ng Lang fell sprawling.
Chen Long pointed his heavy sword at Mo Yi, "Let see if your evil skill can withstand my sword sight."
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