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Her eyes were cold and her face was pale. Her arm dripped with the fresh blood of a Devil's Snare flower. She stood proudly in the middle of the crowd, as if she was unafraid of death.

The surrounding people all rushed forward, especially after hearing from Mei Niang that Qiao was still poisoned, that group of lustful men were all ready to make a move, even though the woman in front was dressed as a man, she also did not hide the light that was on her forehead. She was originally a man in disguise, but if it was a woman in disguise, then … More alluring?

Qiao Qiao was still looking at him coldly. Although he was alone and without help, he was not afraid at all. His cold eyes were deeply frozen and the dagger in his hand was tightly clenched.

"He's already dead, and yet he's still so proud and arrogant." Mei Niang's gaze was full of contempt as she sized up Qiao yet again.

"Is that all you've got?" Qiao Qiao still turned his head over and raised his eyebrows at Mei Niang, full of provocation.

"Oh? Are so many brothers unable to satisfy you? I can't tell, but you still need it a lot … " Mei Niang covered her mouth and chuckled softly, revealing a mocking smile between her brows.

Following the end of Mei Niang's words, a burst of loud laughter once again sounded out in the center of the courtyard.

At this moment, she hated herself for not relying on Yan Mo Chen to learn martial arts and Qi. If she had peerless martial arts, how could these scumbags in front of her be proud of themselves!

"What are you guys waiting for?" Should I wait for this woman's poison to subside? " Mei Niang couldn't help but raise her eyebrows coldly as she shouted at the men in the courtyard that she had failed to meet their expectations.

After hearing the order from Mei Niang, the restless crowd stepped forward and charged straight at Qiao.

Qiao Qiao's ears that were still sharp to the point were moving. Although her vision was blurry, with the sound of footsteps approaching from all directions, she raised her eyebrows in a trance. The daggers in her hands fell at the same time, actually injuring several people in such a short period of time.

Mei Niang's expression turned cold. She waved her hand at the crowd and ordered, "All of you, go and capture this woman!"

"Yes sir!" Everyone accepted her orders. Regardless of whether they wanted to lust her or if they truly wanted to capture her, they had to desperately advance forward.

No matter how nimble Joe was, he could not escape the capture of so many people.

After a while, the sleeves of her arms were torn off. A large portion of her fair skin was exposed, and fresh blood slowly flowed out. Like a blossoming blood lotus, it fell to the ground.

Everyone quivered for a moment and pounced on Qiao Qiao like wolves and tigers.

The sky turned dark and only a few loud bangs could be heard. The group of people that had surrounded them flew out in all directions like goddesses scattering flowers. Following that, a series of sounds of bodies falling to the ground could be heard.

Joe was silent for a moment.

Qiao Qiao who had already prepared to commit suicide was still holding the dagger tightly in his hand as he slashed towards his neck. He only felt a pair of strong and powerful hands tightly attached to her hands.

Her eyes widened as she flew high up in the sky. A warm embrace embraced her tightly as a familiar and exciting face filled her heart with joy.

"Yan Mo Chen, you … "Why are you here?" The two of them slowly descended from the sky and stood upright in the courtyard that she had just insulted.

Mei Niang's face was filled with disbelief, her mouth was wide open as she looked at the scattered injured people in the courtyard, and her face was full of anger as she looked at Qiao Qiao's face.

"Ran Er, I have let you suffer …" Yan Mo Chen lifted his hand to stroke Qiao's still messy hair. His face was filled with endless love.

"You broke through the barrier of the Emotions Powder, and you're fine so quickly?!" Mei Niang's face was filled with shock as she looked at Yan Mo Chen's face.

Hearing this, Yan Mo Chen turned his head around coldly, his blood-red eyes staring dead at Mei Niang. He hugged Qiao yet another hand, raised it, pointed furiously in Mei Niang's direction, and said with his thin lips:

"You deserve to die …"

Mei Niang staggered backwards for a while, her eyes wide open. Her face no longer had that domineering, enchanting, and seductive look from before, but it was covered by a pair of frightened and timid eyes.

"You … How could you be fine! " From the moment she first laid eyes on Yan Mo Chen, she knew that his martial arts were unfathomable. That was why she secretly set up a scheme to detain him with poison. However, how could he … how did he get away with it so quickly?!

Yan Mo Chen did not pay any attention to him. He merely snorted and turned his head slightly. His pair of cold eyes were still warm as he faced Qiao Qiao.

"Wait for me here …" He smiled as he raised the arm that was still wrapped around Qiao Qiao's shoulders. With one hand on the longsword at his waist, he brandished the sword and charged straight towards Mei Niang.

Mei Niang's expression changed drastically as she kept backing up. However, the sword qi was attacking her, so she kept dodging left and right. In the end, she was at a disadvantage.

Qiao Qiao still stood there silently with a smile on his face. He looked at the fiery man before him, and he forced the tip of the sword towards Mei Niang without a shred of mercy.

"Pfft ~"

The tip of the sword pierced in lightly, causing Mei Niang's body to tremble heavily. She could only feel the pain of the sword stabbing into her body, but not a single trace of blood flowed out.

"Pfft ~"

Another sword strike entered his body. The sword had already entered half an inch into his body. Fresh blood flowed freely.

"Pu ~ Pu ~ Pu ~"

Qiao Qiao still could not figure out exactly how many times the tip of the sword had buried itself into Mei Niang's body. He only saw Yan Mo Chen's cold face sweep past and every strike had avoided her vitals. He only heard the pain but did not see any wounds …

"You … Kill me with your sword! " Mei Niang had no place to fight back. She collapsed on the ground and hysterically shouted at Yan Mo Chen.

"Kill you? Isn't it too easy on you! " There was not a single ripple in Yan Mo Chen's cold eyes. The longsword in his hand did not even stop for a moment as it continued to pierce at Mei Niang's body, which was riddled with holes.

"Your sword dodged my vital parts, was it to let me bleed to death?!" Mei Niang's body went limp. Even when she was about to die, she continued shouting at Yan Mo Chen without regret.

"At least you're smart." Yan Mo Chen's grave face revealed a few traces of a smile, but the sword in his hand continued to rise and fall.

Mei Niang let out a miserable laugh, her pale face was filled with despair.

"Yan Mo Chen, forget it …" Qiao Qiao who was still standing in the middle of the courtyard frowned slightly towards Yan Mo Chen.

"Why must you sympathize with such a person?" Although Yan Mo Chen refused, the sword in his hand had already stopped. He looked back and asked Qiao Qiao with a puzzled expression.

"Sympathy?" Qiao Qiao continued to smile faintly. "I have never been lenient towards my enemies. I just feel that rather than letting her bleed to death, it is better to let her live like a ghost or not like a ghost."

Yan Mo Chen chuckled lightly and kept the sword in his hand, nodding to Qiao Qiao. He did not understand this girl, but he could not bear to see her being saved from the depths of his heart.

"Fine, we'll listen to you and let her live in such a miserable manner!" Yan Mo Chen looked at Qiao Qiao indulgently. He grabbed her shoulders and said, "Let's go. There will be soldiers coming here in a while."

"Yes."

Qiao Qiao still nodded her head, and could not help but look back at the face of the despairing Mei Niang lying on the ground in a pool of blood. She had thought that she would be able to take care of her enemy and would not show mercy, but she never expected that she would actually sympathize with her.

As expected, when they arrived at the entrance, a large amount of troops from the government arrived. In order to prevent his identity from being revealed, Yan Mo Chen grabbed Qiao's waist with one hand and the two of them flew up a tall and sturdy willow tree.

Lifting his foot slightly, he landed firmly on the tree trunk. His eyebrows were still slightly lowered as he glanced at the large group of soldiers entering the Plum Blossom Stronghold.

"Yan Mu was looking for a nearby government official?" Qiao Qiao raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I'm afraid the government has been wanting to massacre this Plum Blossom Stronghold for a long time." Yan Mo Chen responded indifferently.

"Your martial arts …" Qiao Qiao was hesitant to speak. The doctor at the infirmary had clearly said that Yan Mo Chen had lost all his martial arts. How could he have recovered so quickly?

"I'm fine." Yan Mo Chen answered lightly.

"How is it going to get better?" Qiao Qiao was still frowning. Why did she keep having the feeling that Yan Mo Chen was hiding something from her!

"Silly girl, it's fine now, what's going to happen to you!"

Yan Mo Chen chuckled as he lifted his hand to poke Qiao Qiao's nose. His gaze unknowingly landed on her injured arm, and instantly, he smiled. He lifted his hand to touch her bleeding arm, and with a ripping sound, he tore his own clothes, wrapping them around her arm.

"Does it hurt?" He said lightly.

"It doesn't hurt." Qiao Qiao still lowered his eyes and lightly smiled.

"It's my fault, I wasn't able to protect you …" Yan Mo Chen said as he gently blew on her injured arm, full of self-blame.

Qiao once again shook his head and gave a comforting smile. His eyes seemed to have understood something as he slowly said to Yan Mo Chen, "It was Yu Zihui who helped you, right?"

As his voice fell, Yan Mo Chen's body stiffened. He could not help but raise his head and look into Qiao Qiao's eyes that still seemed to understand the situation. He nodded indifferently, "Yes, it's her."

"I didn't think that taking her along with us on the road would actually save us." Qiao Qiao's lips were still curled up slowly as he stroked Yan Mo Chen's shoulder. "How about, we let her go?"

Yan Mo Chen's body became even more stiff. He could not help but shake his body and nodded to Qiao, "Alright."

Looking at Yan Mo Chen's abnormal appearance, Qiao Qiao could not help but smile. It seemed like what she had guessed was true.

Yan Mo Chen had already let Yu Zihui go …