Just when Xiao Lixi was guessing Mo Qingyue's intention, a exclamation suddenly came out.
Lingxi stood not far away and saw Mo Qingyue holding Xiao Lixi with a sword. She shouted in a low voice: "Let go of the young master!"
Mo Qingyue turned her eyes and glanced at Lingxi.
That icy look in her eyes made the hairs on Lingxi's spine stand up - what a cold woman.
who is she?
How could Xiao Lixi be caught?
Before Lingxi's doubts could be answered, Mo Qingyue narrowed her cruel eyes, raised her soft sword, and slashed it down!
"No!" Lingxi looked at the sharp blade and instinctively screamed.
The blade, which was as sharp as iron and was sharpened by the cold wind, struck Xiao Lixi's arm with a "swish" sound.
The menacing sword made Lingxi's heart rise to his throat.
The next second, the sword edge deflected, and the entire fabric of Xiao Lixi's arm was cut off.
Fortunately, only the sleeves were cut off, not the arms - everyone onlookers breathed a sigh of relief, including Lingxi.
Her racing heart temporarily returned to its normal position, and she quickly said: "Who are you? Let go of my father-in-law...ah——"
Next, the soft sword was raised again, mixed with the cold wind, and fell again, continuing to cut away the remaining fabric on the arm.
Mo Qingyue didn't really stop until Xiao Lixi's entire arm fell outside and the bandage wrapped around her upper arm appeared under her eyes.
Compared to the frightened onlookers, Xiao Lixi was calm and collected in the storm, not surprised at all that she almost became a one-armed man several times.
Mo Qingyue looked at the wound on his arm without saying a word, but the cruelty in her cold eyes became deeper and deeper.
A man and a woman were facing each other for a long time, separated by a short distance.
After a long time.
Just when everyone thought she was going to say something, Mo Qingyue turned around and flew away - yes, she didn't make any warning. If she came, she would fly out quickly and disappear in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Lixi, on the other hand, was stroking her own injury with one hand, looking at the direction where Mo Qingyue disappeared, pursed her lips and said nothing.
"Young Master!" Lingxi finally came to his side, and she asked anxiously: "Is it injured somewhere?!"
Xiao Lixi shook her head.
Mo Qingyue's martial arts skills are extremely high and her attacks are accurate. If she wants to kill herself, no one can stop her.
Obviously, she never thought about doing anything to herself.
Then why... why did she find me...
[Your Majesty is a hooligan]
Mo Yanche is a fox, there is no doubt about it.
Moreover, he is still a fox who has become a spirit through cultivation, and is called: vixen!
Even though they knew that he was dangerous and unfathomable, that face... that style... still attracted countless "beauty-loving" people to flock to him.
Lan Jieyu is one of them.
There is a kind of person in the world, as the saying goes: a fierce woman who is not afraid of death for the sake of a beautiful man.
It is completely a true portrayal of Lan Jieyu.
Therefore, Lan Jieyu, who had just finished "playing tricks" with Mo Yanche in the afternoon, was already preparing to continue "hooking up"..."seduce"..."seduce"...ahem, anyway, just to find Mo Yanche again in the evening!
Qianyin looked at Lan Jieyu who was desperately filling her mouth, "Princess, what are you going to do?"
Lan Jieyu, who looked extremely rude when eating, answered incoherently while chewing vegetables: "I... cough... want to attack at night!"
"Night attack?!" Lingxi and Huanrong exclaimed, the princess must have gone crazy because she missed the beautiful boy.
In the Tianche Imperial Capital, attack the crown prince at night?!