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Qi Rong, after being recognized, boldly tore off his mask.
He stood with his hands behind his back among a group of black-clad men and said disdainfully, "What this palace cannot obtain, you Desolate King shall not get either! This beautiful mountain and clear water will serve as your burial ground!"
With a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Attack! Kill the woman for a reward of ten thousand taels. If you take care of the man as well, you will live without worry for the rest of your life and inherit a third-rank official position!"
A group of black-clad men surged forward, leaving only one person wearing an iron mask beside Qi Rong.
Qi Mo pulled out a dagger from his bosom and handed it to Su Peijiu, then charged forward to engage the swarm of black-clad men.
Su Peijiu tightly gripped the dagger, quickly retreating to lean against a tree. With her back against the trunk, she unsheathed the dagger given to her by Qi Mo, its cold gleam flashing... indeed, Desolate King's strikes were never subpar!
She held the dagger warily, pressing her body tightly against the tree, but her gaze was involuntarily fixed on the man in black amidst the chaos with the black-clad men. She couldn't see how he struck; she only knew that wherever he passed, there were bloodied corpses at his feet...
He was smiling... what kind of smile was that?
Seductive to the extreme... dark to the extreme... yet in stark contrast to the smile at his lips was a pair of eyes that seemed to contain a realm of ice and snow.
The hotter his smile was, the colder his gaze became...
Such a Demon of a man, bloodthirsty to the core yet gentle to the utmost.
One black-clad man after another fell lifelessly to the ground, while Qi Rong remained unhurried. He appeared relaxed but shot a warning glance at the Iron-Masked Man beside him: "It's your turn now. Don't disappoint this palace; otherwise, you know what will happen."
The man humbly lowered his head and replied, "Yes."
When the black-clad men were almost defeated, Qi Rong had such confidence that this person could defeat Yuan Cang's Smiling Face Yama?
The person looked emaciated, with skin exposed outside his clothing that appeared yellow and scorched, resembling someone in the final stages of illness. How could he possibly be a match for Qi Mo?
However, Su Peijiu quickly realized she was wrong. When the man turned around and drew his sword, she noticed the light in his eyes—a fierce and desperate glint that one shows when pushed to the brink. At that moment, he seemed less like a person and more like a soulless puppet... filled with only one message—kill!
Even Qi Mo gradually became serious. He raised his hand and snapped the neck of the assassin behind him who was preparing to ambush. His dark eyes swept over to the approaching Iron Mask, then focused on Qi Rong in the distance as he called out loudly, "I didn't expect His Highness the Crown Prince to truly invest this time, actually sending out your Mad Dog that you've raised for twelve years."
Qi Rong snorted coldly: "As expected of the Desolate King, you actually know about my Mad Dog. Then you should also know the consequences of Mad Dog extending its claws..." He narrowed his eyes, continuing with great satisfaction: "That is death."
"Death?" Qi Mo chuckled lightly, leaping past the sword swung by Mad Dog. Indeed, his sword was meant for cutting, again and again... infused with an intent to kill his enemy!
"In this world, no one can dictate This King's life or death." A cold gleaming sword appeared in his hand, howling with bloodthirsty battle intent.
Su Peijiu felt a sharp pain in her eyes; that sword... that sword was the one that killed her father and uncle... and finally pierced her chest...
"I didn't expect Mad Dog to have the honor of forcing Desolate King to draw Yishuihan..." Mad Dog stood opposite Qi Mo with his own sword in hand, excitement flickering in his eyes.
Qi Mo casually flicked his finger against the blade, producing a crisp sound. His gaze towards the sword was complex, resembling that of looking at a lover or an enemy. However, he quickly withdrew his gaze and turned towards Mad Dog.
"To die under Yishuihan's blade is also your honor." Without any hesitation, he struck out; in almost the blink of an eye, Mad Dog's mask fell to the ground, revealing a waxy yellow and emaciated face...
Mad Dog glanced at the mask on the ground and suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was wild while Qi Mo stood there with a slight frown, showing impatience in his eyes.
Seeing the situation unfold, Qi Rong sneered: "My dear Fourth Brother, you've lured out the real Mad Dog; what shall we do now?" But this no longer concerned him. As his gaze wandered, he spotted Su Peijiu standing against a tree in her white undergarment... this woman still looked so alluring.
He wore a faint, sinister smile as he slowly moved toward that direction...
Su Peijiu's full attention was on the battle over there, completely unaware of Qi Rong approaching her. By the time she noticed some movement beside her, one of her hands had already been seized, and a tremendous force seemed ready to break her delicate arm.
"Second Sister, even in such a predicament, you remain radiant," Qi Rong said as he looked her up and down. When he saw her frown from the pain in her wrist, excitement flashed in his eyes.
Su Peijiu was relieved that Qi Rong was not holding her right hand, the one with the dagger. Casually, she tucked the dagger back into her sleeve. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the fierce battle and thought to herself that she at least could not become a burden.
"Is the Crown Prince really going to kill Pei Jiu?" She lifted her face, her water-like eyes glimmering, her red lips slightly pouting, looking pitifully at Qi Rong.
Qi Rong's expression darkened as he reached out to caress the smooth, porcelain-like side of her face. His voice lowered slightly, "How could that be? If you had followed me sooner, why would you have to suffer like this?"
"Pei Jiu doesn't want this either... It's just..." Tears began to well up in her eyes as she lowered her face and cried silently. Since ancient times, men have found it difficult to resist the charms of beautiful women, especially someone as stunning as Su Peijiu.
Sure enough, Qi Rong paused for a moment, loosening his grip on Su Peijiu's hand. He pulled her into his embrace and asked, "Just what?"
A great opportunity! A cold light flashed in Su Peijiu's eyes. She tried to keep her head down to prevent Qi Rong from noticing anything unusual and continued in a soft, choked voice, "… How many daughters can truly make their own decisions?"
"I can give you another chance. After dealing with the Desolate King, you can return to the palace with me to plead with Father Emperor for you to be made a side consort of the Crown Prince. How does that sound?"
"Really..." Her tone was filled with excitement.
"The ruler does not speak lightly."
Now is the time! Su Peijiu gritted her teeth and suddenly thrust the dagger hidden in her sleeve toward the waist of the man holding her. Hearing the sound of the blade piercing flesh ignited the Crown Prince's fury as he slapped her away, causing her to crash against a tree and fall down.
Su Peijiu clutched her chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, looking smugly at the Prince who was standing there holding his waist: "Dream on! You think being a prince is something special? Who cares about you, my dear uncle!"
"You—!" Qi Rong was so furious that he almost lunged forward to tear the woman in front of him apart. He quickly pressed several acupoints on himself, then decisively pulled out his dagger, sprinkled medicine powder on the wound, and tied it up with a torn belt. The entire sequence of actions flowed smoothly, leaving Su Peijiu stunned, filled with resentment for not having stabbed his heart earlier!
After tending to his wound, Qi Rong picked up the blood-stained dagger from the ground and walked towards Su Peijiu: "You have some guts! Su Peijiu, I did not misjudge you; you are indeed not an ordinary woman."
"Thank you for the compliment, Prince, but you are really not even as good as an average man," she retorted sarcastically.
Qi Rong snorted coldly and grabbed her collar with one hand: "Sharp-tongued, I will make sure you can't speak again." He tapped the dagger against her face, instantly staining her fair skin with bright red.
Su Peijiu glanced at Qi Mo, who was fighting with Mad Dog in the distance, biting her lip. Even if she called out to him, would he really come to save her?
As she saw Qi Rong raise the dagger high above her head, she blurted out: "Qi Mo, save me..."
Hearing her cry, Qi Rong laughed disdainfully: "Second Sister, give it up. I know my fourth brother best. Although he is gentle with women like you, if you truly overestimate yourselves, it would be laughable! An enraged Mad Dog is enough to keep him occupied; do you really expect him to save you? You might as well beg me for mercy."
Su Peijiu smirked: "Will the Prince show mercy?"
"No."
"Then why do you care what I do?!" Su Peijiu suddenly spat at him. Qi Rong, disgusted, threw her to the ground and wiped the spit off his face. Taking advantage of this moment, Su Peijiu scrambled up and ran towards Qi Mo...
Even if she were to die, she would take Qi Mo with her, taking away this man who caused her country’s downfall!
Su Peijiu had never run so fast or so recklessly before; her hair was blown back by the wind as she focused solely on that man in black wielding a sword...
It's almost here... it's almost time.
She reached out and pulled the hairpin from her head, then quickly stood in front of Qi Mo, causing the two men who were fighting to pause for a moment.
They did not expect this fragile woman to have such courage to intervene. Mad Dog's eyes flickered, but he soon became even more excited. Without any hesitation, he swung his sword through time and space, aiming it at this delicate woman!
In that brief moment, Qi Mo, who had been behind Su Peijiu, reached out and pulled her shoulder, switching their positions instantly. A sharp sound pierced the air as the sword struck. Su Peijiu, hiding in Qi Mo's embrace, slowly curled her lips into a smile.
The person who understood him best in this world was her...
"I didn't expect that the cold-hearted Smiling Face Yama would actually block a sword for a woman... Haha... blocking a sword for a woman!" Mad Dog forcefully pulled out his sword, and the hot blood quickly stained his yellowing face bright red.
Qi Mo held the woman in his arms and let out a muffled groan. Su Peijiu could feel him enduring excruciating pain.
"Did you think I wouldn't save you? Cough cough... how could I not save you?" He coughed lightly due to the pain, then pushed her away from his embrace, rubbing his palm against her forehead before turning away.
Su Peijiu's body trembled, her pupils dilating instantly. In her Water Eyes, the reflection of that god-like man holding a shimmering sword appeared. In the face of Mad Dog's terrified expression, with each rise and fall of the sword, an arm had already fallen to the ground.
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