Asi coughed up a fit while he was sprawled on the bed, but his fingers were still firmly locked around the little girl’s wrist, not letting go at all.
Mo Lian just so happened to enter with his hands behind his back, and he was instantly enraged upon seeing this episode. A slender pitch-black long sword that emitted a dark lustrous glow appeared abruptly in his palm.
Without any room for objection, the sword immediately slashed at the youth Asi’s left arm.
Asi wasn’t stupid, and he naturally evaded with a roll towards the interior of the bed when he saw the sword’s glint.
In the end, that rampant sword energy cleaved the entire bed open with a clatter. Asi rolled from the interior of the bed back to the center and fell into the crack in the bed. He clutched his chest and coughed for quite a while but still hadn’t climbed out.
Mo Lian squinted his phoenix eyes, and a cold glint flashed across his slender pitch-black long sword. Just as he wanted to slash at this youth again, Qiao Mu tugged on his arm.
“Hahahaha!” The youth Asi poked out half his body from the split bed boards and smugly tilted his head towards Mo Lian, with a wicked “Hey look, the little miss isn’t letting you kill me” expression on his face .
“Why are you protecting him?” Mo Lian turned his head to look at Qiao Mu, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
That instant, the little stoic seemed to feel Mo Lian’s unrestrained rage, and she gave him a baffled look. She then expressionlessly said, “I still have a newly refined poison that I need him to try. It won’t be too late to kill him afterwards anyways.”
“Ugh, cough, cough.” Asi crawled up from the floor with much difficulty. When he heard the little stoic’s apathetic words, a trace of fury flashed past his eyes. “Wretched woman, you! Cough, cough, cough.”
Mo Lian curled up his lips in a faint smile without batting an eyelid. He put away that slender pitch-black long sword, then he held the little girl’s small hand before turning around.
“Wait a moment.” Qiao Mu pulled back her small hand. She tore off a piece of her sleeve, then she threw it on the floor and stomped on it.
Behind the two people, Asi stared fixedly at the little girl’s back like a vicious wolf. If his gaze could pierce through her back, there would probably be more than one hole in our dear Qiao Mu’s body.
The radiance in Mo Lian’s pitch-black phoenix eyes grew brighter, and he held the little girl’s small hand again with a joyous heart. He curled his lips and asked with a smile, “Why did you tear it off?”
“It got dirty.”
Mo Lian turned his head back indifferently and coldly looked down on Asi in contempt. His thin lips parted slightly and said soundlessly: ‘Don’t think about coveting things that aren’t yours!’
Asi glowered back, but the other party had already withdrawn his gaze disdainfully and left the room while holding the little girl’s hand.
“Ugh, cough, cough… cough, cough!” A strange pain assaulted his chest. Asi took a deep breath and bent his waist, his vicious gaze falling on the sleeve that the little girl had stomped on.
That sleeve was pale-colored, so an extremely clear but tiny footprint showed up on it after a stomp.
The youth Asi suddenly pounced over like an angry tiger. He clutched the pain in his chest and coughed loudly. He struggled to crawl on the ground and snatched up that piece of cloth tightly in his hand.
He clenched the small piece of cloth so firmly that some parts leaked out from his fingers.
When Mo Lian and Qiao Mu walked out hand in hand, they noticed Wei Nanfeng smiling at them with a wink.
The couple rolled their eyes at him in unison and ignored him as they walked past.
Wei Nanfeng: …
This brother originally came here for the amusing show! This brother is not angry!
When the two people arrived at the main hall, they saw City Lord Luge hastily requesting to meet Murong Xun.
“Akedo’s Clan Head came, bringing two thousand of his able-bodied tribesmen, as well as the entire Tercel Squadron. He is currently waiting outside the city gate.”
