Once everyone retreated onto the mountain trail and their safety was ensured, Weiya honored her promise by releasing Mo Yan. Just as Mo Yan walked back cautiously along the mountain path, Weiya lit the fuse on the rock wall.
The power of gunpowder should never be underestimated, as the explosion had the potential to completely destroy the mountain trail, making it impossible for Xiao Ruiyuan and his n to pursue. In this way, the Uto people would be completely safe.
Seeing Weiya’s action, Xiao Ruiyuan’s expression changed drastically, and without heeding the Hidden guards’ attempts to stop him, he rushed onto the mountain trail. He took Mo Yan’s hand and held her close to him as they retreated, "Yanyan, don’t be afraid."
"Yeah, I’m not afraid!" Mo Yan’s heart ward, and she clung tightly to Xiao Ruiyuan’s hand as she quickly stepped away under his protection.
Just as the two reached a safe distance, a thunderous explosion erupted behind them, sending a burst of flas into the sky and startling countless birds from the trees.
The narrow mountain path instantly had a gap of several feet blasted into it. Even with Xiao Ruiyuan’s peerless martial arts, there was no way he could fly to the other side to pursue the Uto people.
Weiya looked proudly at her handiwork and shouted to Xiao Ruiyuan, who was holding Mo Yan across the gap, "Thank you for your assistance this ti, Great General. I will definitely report to the Monarch and credit you with this rit. I hope we have the opportunity to cooperate again."
Hearing Weiya’s shout, Xiao Ruiyuan looked up at her with an expression as if he were looking at a dead person and a cold, cruel smile erged at the corner of his mouth.
The night was too dark for Weiya to see the expression on Xiao Ruiyuan’s face, nor did she know that what awaited them was a true point of no return, a path to life severed by her own hands.
Xiao Ruiyuan didn’t need to worry about what to do next, as he carefully lifted Mo Yan onto the horseback, then mounted the horse himself, positioning Mo Yan to face him.
This posture was quite intimate. Watching the Dark guards who abided by a rule of ’see no evil, hear no evil’, Mo Yan blushed and dared not raise her head.
"Yanyan, does it hurt here?" Xiao Ruiyuan didn’t notice Mo Yan’s discomfort and reached out to touch the wound on her forehead, but he hesitated to do so for fear of hurting her.
Seeing the fierce and decisive man be so cautious, Mo Yan felt a mix of amusent and pride. She reached out and tore the botherso bandage from her forehead, "It’s fine, look, it’s already healing."
Xiao Ruiyuan took the Fire match stick Xiao Eleven handed to him and brought it close to Mo Yan’s forehead. He saw the scabbed wound about the size of a Copper Coin, with her collar stained with dry, darkened blood, a surge of fierce anger flooding his eyes, "Damn it!"
If only there was ti, he truly wished he could detour to the other side of the mountain path and personally kill those Uto people.
"Don’t be angry, a small injury like this will heal in a couple of days," Mo Yan consoled, as she would have quickly healed herself had she not been concerned about arousing suspicion from the Uto people.
Xiao Ruiyuan didn’t speak, but gently kissed the wound, then wrapped his arms tightly around Mo Yan. It was only at that mont, with the comforting weight in his embrace, that he was absolutely certain his cherished one was safe and sound, allowing the anxious heart that had been suspended for days to finally settle back into place.
Feeling the change in the man’s emotions, Mo Yan also forgot about the surrounding Dark guards. She wrapped her arms tightly around his strong waist and rested quietly in his warm embrace. The familiar scent in his breath brought her imasurable comfort and ease.
All along the way, the two remained closely nestled together, listening to each other’s heartbeat, feeling an unprecedented tranquility within. They only wished to continue walking together forever, never to part again...
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