The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

The ghost-faced man leaned closer to Yun Mujiu. His tall and strong body was like a mountain, instantly giving people a sense of majesty and oppression.

Under the dim light, the ghost-faced man cast a dark shadow on Yun Mujiu.

Yun Mujiu looked up at the man and saw a pair of calm and deep eyes.

What’s even more fascinating is that those pupils are red.

Yun Mujiu was shocked. How could someone have red eyes? Not to mention that there were no cosmetic contact lenses in this world, even if there were, she could tell that the man in front of her didn't wear them. His pupils were naturally bright red!

A pair of red pupils are like eerie blood-red light flashing in the dark night, exuding a sense of mystery and weirdness.

The next moment, Yun Mujiu's heart twitched violently, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

The ghost-faced man's eyes darkened slightly, "My name is Netherworld Nineth Level."

"Now that you know me, there's no need to reject me so much."

Yun Mujiu's body was strengthened by the effects of the medicine, so he had no energy to think.

Her face flushed, and her eyes gradually blurred. Looking at the tall figure in front of her, and then looking up, she saw the heavy Adam's apple, and her heart couldn't help but tremble.

Youming Jiuchong stared at Yun Mujiu's expression and found that she was just drugged and her clothes were slightly torn by the sword.

"I can save you." Youming Jiuchong stretched out his hand again, but was pushed away by Yun Mujiu again.

Yun Mujiu bit her lip and tried her best to control her body. She knew that the drug was getting stronger and stronger. No matter how strong her willpower was, she had no confidence that she could resist this damn aphrodisiac.

Hold on, hold on, Yun Mujiu!

Demon Lord Jiuchong was still squatting in front of Yun Mujiu, his deep pupils wide open, waiting for Yun Mujiu's reply.

At the same time, the sound of orderly footsteps was heard from outside. It should be the well-trained guards running fast.

Immediately afterwards, there were waves of messy footsteps.

Not long ago, a group of people hurriedly walked towards Yun Mujiu's tent. The woman in the lead said, "The fire has been put out, but why is Princess Ye still not here? Maybe she overslept."

As soon as she spoke, a woman retorted, "Yao Leyi, how is that possible? According to reason, Princess Ye should have retreated long ago. Her tent is closest to Princess Ji Ling's tent. Princess Ji Ling's tent caught fire, so Princess Ye should have left long ago."

Princess Gaoyang raised her eyes slightly and said slowly, "Maybe. Let's go and take a look, in case Princess Ye gets into trouble."

Ji Ling's hair was slightly disheveled and there was a look of fear on her face.

Her eyes were filled with worry, but she said gently, "Don't think too much about it. Maybe Princess Ye feels fine, so she hasn't come out yet."

Her tent suddenly caught fire. The fire was sudden and fierce. Fortunately, after timely rescue, the fire has now been successfully extinguished.

Yun Shirou smiled silently, then said fearfully, "I'm afraid this fire was set deliberately by someone."

Fuso walked the fastest, and he was worried. The princess had just asked them to put out the fire, and it had only been a short while, so the princess would be fine. Yingliu was still watching in secret.

When Chunlan and her four personal maids heard that the tent was on fire, they also rushed over from the servants' tents. They were anxiously looking forward to seeing their own princess.

At this time, a small group of imperial guards came and asked everyone: "There were criminals sneaking into the camp. Did you see any traces of the criminals?"

The women's faces turned pale and they huddled together in fear.

Bai Yanshuang ran over and said, "Don't be afraid, the imperial guards will find out." Then she looked at the crowd and asked anxiously, "Where is Princess Ye?"

Yao Leyi added: "We are just about to go see Princess Ye."

At this time, inside the tent, Yun Mujiu heard voices approaching from outside.

Yun Shirou muttered softly, her brows full of worry.

"The Imperial Guards said that some bad guys are coming to attack. I'm afraid that Princess Ye is in trouble."

Fusang interrupted urgently: "Second Miss Yun, please don't talk nonsense. The princess was just working in the tent, how could she be in trouble!"

Inside the tent, Yun Mujiu frowned slightly and froze in place. No matter what, she couldn't let anyone see her current appearance.

Youming Jiuchong said in a deep voice: "I will not harm you." After saying that, without waiting for Yun Mujiu to answer, he directly supported Yun Mujiu with both hands, and then put one hand around Yun Mujiu's waist.

Yun Mujiu's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and several bloody cuts appeared at the corners of his lips from biting them.

Youming Jiuchong supported Yun Mujiu with one hand, and used Qigong with the other hand to pick up the long sword on the ground and then threw it at the two unconscious gangsters on the ground.

He glanced at Yun Mujiu, used Qigong again, and slashed at the two gangsters with his sword. Then, he stepped lightly, and his figure was as fast as lightning, flying directly through the back door of the tent.

Netherworld Ninefold's movements were quick and decisive, and he completed the entire set of movements in just two breaths.

The moment Fuso entered the door, Yao Leyi also squeezed in.

Then she screamed, "Ah!" and her eyes went out of focus.

Fuso panicked, "Princess! Where's the princess!"

Sui Xi drew his sword, looked around with a cold face, and a trace of panic flashed in Leng Yi's eyes.

Everyone stepped through the door and was terrified.

"Ah! What's going on!"

"Oh my God! Where did this strange man come from?"

"Why is there so much blood!"

The ground was in a mess, blood was splattered, and the house was filled with signs of fighting.

The two men on the ground were as pale as dead, and both of their hands were broken. Their wrists and palms were completely separated, and black blood was still flowing out.

Moreover, their lower bodies, that is, the men's private parts, were also bleeding continuously.

In a cave somewhere in the mountains, Yun Mujiu was lying on a rock bed, scratching her chest and neck with her hands. She felt so uncomfortable! Her whole body felt like it was being eaten by ants.

And when she caught a glimpse of Youming Jiuchong's figure out of the corner of her eye, the fire in her heart grew even stronger.

Reason told her that this was not Ye Xiaohan, and she could not have any thoughts.

But she was almost losing her mind, and she said in a hoarse voice: "You... Youming... Jiuchong, stab my thigh with a knife."

Youming Jiuchong paused for a moment, then quickly sprinkled medicine powder on the wounds on Yun Mujiu's arms and shoulders.

He didn't even tear Yun Mujiu's clothes, but poured the medicine directly through the tear in the clothes.

Netherworld Nine looked at Yun Mujiu, with an unknown deep meaning flashing in his eyes. Even at this time, Yun Mujiu still called him by his full name.

"Just call me Youming." He reached into his arms with one hand, took out a small white porcelain bottle, and poured out a crystal clear pill.

"Almighty detoxification pill, take one first."

Yun Mujiu's voice was hoarse: "Knife..."

The aphrodisiac she was injected with had a strange effect, and the antidote pills would not work immediately. She had to use the physical pain to regain some of her sanity.

Netherworld said coldly: "No!"

He stuffed the pill directly into Yun Mujiu's mouth, then pointed the spout of the water bag towards Yun Mujiu and poured some cold water into it.