In Ouyang Ye’s heart, completing the mission to capture the Fake Emperor is paramount; it’s irrelevant who makes the capture.
Indeed, the plan proposed by the White-headed Eagle can increase the chances of success.
"Good, good, hehe... that’s exactly what I was thinking." Yao Shiniang, alluring in her deanor, covered her mouth with a light laugh, her eyes seemingly ready to drip water:
"However, I’m not interested in the Prince’s reward; I just want to capture Zhao Douan."
Sick pervert... Ouyang Ye and the White-headed Eagle cursed in their hearts simultaneously, spreading out in a fan shape imdiately, expanding the pursuit search coverage, and chased forward.
The leader of the Royal Mansion’s espionage squad lagged at the back, watching as the two magicians each dashed into the forest, then suddenly turned his head to a spy beside him and said: "Just now, did you see my face?"
The spy instantly drenched his clothes in cold sweat, quickly replied: "No... I wouldn’t dare."
Ouyang Ye, whose face was covered by a hood, stared coldly at him, and a strange silence enveloped the spies, suffocatingly oppressive.
"Thud!" The nad spy couldn’t bear the pressure, his knees went soft, and he knelt on the ground, begging for rcy: "Lord Ouyang, spare , I didn’t do it intentionally."
During the pursuit earlier, the wind briefly lifted a corner of the hood, and he subconsciously took a glance.
Within the entire Royal Mansion espionage system, there’s always been a taboo: never stare at the leader’s face, as violating this might lead to a tragic death.
It’s because of an indelible tattoo on Ouyang Ye’s face, a mark left before he was dispatched to Lingnan by the Ministry of Justice.
It is also his most cared-about sha.
Ouyang Ye rubbed the guard of his Miao Blade three tis with his thumb repeatedly, finally suppressing the urge to kill, coldly said: "Never again."
Whew—
All the spies sighed in relief, and under the leader’s guidance, they chased forward.
...
After Yao Shiniang detached from the team, she imdiately exerted all her Qinggong, her heavy bosom seemingly unaffected, her body light as a feather.
With her embroidered shoes stepping on the ground, she "whoosh" like an arrow off the string, soared into the sky, stepped on the branches protruding from the tree crowns, and leaped swiftly, soon leaving the others behind.
Then she sniffed lightly with her delicately powdered face, as if tracking a scent, monts later her lips curved upwards, her graceful figure swooped down like a hawk.
Pursuing a certain direction.
Soon, she caught traces of Zhao Douan’s running again, following the trail, and several tis faintly saw the silhouette of Zhao carrying the Fake Emperor ahead.
Just as she was about to close the distance, she was forced back by a whistling Dark Gold Flying Knife!
Such chasing and evading maintained a never-lose-yet-always-one-step-away distance.
"Heh, young master’s strength is really great, escaping so fast while carrying a woman, but wearing out your foot strength like this, do you really think you won’t tire?"
Yao Shiniang chuckled, her voice echoing in the forest.
Suddenly, Zhao Douan ahead seed finally tired, abruptly hid behind a large tree.
Yao Shiniang felt delighted inside but slowed her steps cautiously, sure enough, at her ear a "whoosh" sounded, her pupils suddenly narrowed.
A streak of dark golden stream, incredibly sprung from the ground behind her, rushing towards her back!
Zhao Douan, while fleeing, had hidden the Golden Crow Flying Knife in the dead leaves on the ground, now with a conscious link, the flying knife broke through the decayed leaves to strike!
"Bang!"
The back of Yao Shiniang’s head seed to have eyes, turned around early, each hand holding half of a "scissors"-shaped weapon, blocked this blow!
Then she muttered incantations, and the illusory "lamp god" twisted and descended in front of her.
But before she could utter a "wish", from behind the large tree where Zhao Douan hid, suddenly flew out strands of "rope" linking twisted Buddhist Scriptures.
Tying her up in a "turtle shell binding" posture.
Yao Shiniang was greatly shocked, her "wish" hurriedly changed to escape from the trap.
The fla on the ancient illusory candlestick flickered, as if soone blew on it, the eerie green flas flowed, burning off the ropes condensed by the "Sealing Demon Spell."
Yao Shiniang fell down, only to see the flying knife had already whistled far away, turned her head, Zhao Douan had again carried the "Empress", disappeared ahead.
Only the mocking laughter from the other side echoed in the forest: "How long my strength lasts, old aunt, you’ll know with just a try."
Old aunt... Yao Shiniang’s smile froze, her eyes cold, yet she smiled more charmingly: "Is that so, then Auntie loves you even more dearly."
Her Warlock Robe billowed, she chased again, just more cautiously now, after a while, a babbling creek sound ca ahead.
It was a stream transversing the mountain forest downhill, as Yao Shiniang stepped on the trunk, she was about to leap over the creek, suddenly heard a voice behind: "Careful!"
Yao Shiniang’s heart tightened, hurriedly turned, but in mid-air unable to leverage, twisted her waist at an incredible angle into a human-shaped twist, lowering her view, saw abrupt "water spears" broke out from the creek!
The water spears were exceptionally fierce, like strong crossbows on the battlefield city walls, with a stance of penetrating her.
"Ah—"
Yao Shiniang cried out in agony, even though desperately avoiding the vital spots, still got pierced by a water spear in her abdon, another one pierced through her calf, blood spurted out.
"Woo—"
A wolf howl erged, in the dim forest, a large flock of birds roared like dark clouds, fearlessly charging at the creek, using their bodies to block the water spears.
White-headed Eagle, with a full head of white hair and a grim smile, rode a fierce tiger, holding a red bone flute in both hands, playing at the lips.
The eerie lody resonated throughout the secret pursuit.
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