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However, she soon stopped retreating and looked at Mo Yi resolutely: "Master Mo Yi, if you are in the way, then don't blame Alna for offending you."

"Huh, just you?"

Mo Yi didn't take the little witch seriously. He didn't even draw his Tang sword and struck Arna's shoulder with his palm.

Meng Qianqian quickly pulled Arna behind her.

Meng Lang rushed forward and punched Mo Yi's big palm.

As their fists and palms collided, a terrifying internal force exploded around the two of them.

This was the first time Meng Lang fought with Mo Yi. His fierce internal force was like millions of silver needles, piercing into his tendons and veins at the same time.

He felt a tingling pain from his arms to his shoulder pads.

The two are instantly separated.

He took a few steps back, his forehead covered with sweat.

He covered his left arm and gritted his teeth: "This guy is much better than Donu."

He didn't have such a hard time against Donovan.

"Lord Mo Yi is the princess's confidant, and his martial arts skills are far superior to Donu's."

Arna kindly reminded, "Young Master Meng, you have to be careful."

Meng Lang hesitated for a moment, then said to Meng Qianqian, "I'd better not show off."

Meng Qianqian: "No, you are showing off."

Meng Lang: "..."

"let's go."

Meng Qianqian said to Arna.

Arna looked back at Meng Lang: "Young Master Meng... can you deal with Master Mo Yi alone?"

Meng Qianqian said calmly: "If you can't win, just run away. It's better to die one than three."

Meng Lang was about to make a move, but when he heard his own sister's words, "A dead friend would rather die than be dead," he was so angry that his breathing stagnated and he almost stumbled and fell to Mo Yi.

Arna asked doubtfully, "Is Young Master Meng your biological brother?"

Meng Qianqian said: "Is that right?"

Arna hesitated and said, "What do you mean...right..."

She didn't have time to ask in detail, as she had to cherish the chance to escape that she had gained by using Meng Lang.

Unfortunately, after a short while, the two of them retreated back into the alley.

Meng Lang was fighting with Mo Yi.

Mo Yi's attack was too fierce and he could hardly hold on. When he turned around, something even more fatal happened.

His eyes were filled with despair: "Why did you come back? To be buried with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong.

At the other end of the alley, a large group of men in black entered the alley with swords in hand.

"That's it. We're blocked. It's hard to deal with one big guy, and now there are so many stumbling blocks..."

Meng Lang’s head hurts.

The capital city is in chaos, he wants to go back to Youzhou!

"Yinhuwei, you step aside, I'll do it!"

Arna stood resolutely in front of Meng Qianqian.

Meng Qianqian sighed, "Arna, you don't have to be like this. Meng Lang is right. I saved you and cleared your name, but that was just a way for me to win you over. I was using you."

Arna said, "I know. I'm not helping you for this. I told you that there's something about you that makes me feel close to you. I want to protect you from the bottom of my heart."

This is the truth.

The first time she saw Meng Qianqian at the welcoming banquet, she was unconsciously attracted to her.

At that time, she frequently "tease" Tan'er, and everyone thought that Tan'er was just being happy, but in fact she was targeting Meng Qianqian.

She felt an innate closeness to Meng Qianqian, and she couldn't explain why.

It is obvious that Meng Qianqian may not be a witch.

But even so, an ordinary priestess could not allow herself to submit like this.

She couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

She has been following orders all these years, but now she wants to listen to her heart for once.

She took out the bell, her eyes were stern, and she shook the bell while chanting a short and mysterious spell.

Those masked men in black who were supposed to rush towards the two of them froze in their places one after another, as if they had lost their souls or were haunted by a dream.

Meng Qianqian not only thought of the dance that Arna performed at the welcoming banquet.

Most of the civil and military officials in the court were like this at the time, except that they were even more obsessed.

It turns out that it is not sorcery, but witchcraft.

"I can't stand it anymore—"

Meng Lang was no match for Mo Yi and was chopped high into the sky by Mo Yi's sword energy.

Seeing that he was about to be smashed into a pool of meat, Meng Qianqian suddenly waved her sleeves, and the mechanical rope on her wrist shot out, which tightly wrapped around Meng Lang and pulled Meng Lang back to her side.

Meng Lang knelt on one knee, coughed twice, and exhaled heavily: "Next time...can you...choke me somewhere else...choke my neck...it will kill me..."

Meng Qianqian put away the rope: "Oh, it's my first time using it, I'm not very skilled."

Meng Lang covered his neck and muttered: "I might as well fight him... Who of you wants my life more..."

While Meng Qianqian was saving Meng Lang, Mo Yi suddenly slashed out with a blade, knocking Arna flying and crashing into the wall.

Arna spat out a mouthful of blood heavily.

Her magic was interrupted.

Those guards... She couldn't control them...

"You guys leave quickly!"

She bit her finger.

Meng Qianqian grabbed her wrist: "What are you going to do?"

Arna said: "Using the witch's blood as a sacrifice, we can control them for a while longer."

"unnecessary."

Meng Qianqian said.

Arna gasped, "No, I must send you away."

Mo Yi and the masked man in black approached the three people at the same time.

Meng Qianqian moved her fingertips and shot a silver needle towards Mo Yi.

Mo Yi turned his head and dodged it easily.

"Yinhuwei, will you come with me obediently, or shall I break your legs and take you away? I am not a princess, so I will not be polite to you."

Meng Qianqian said calmly: "Break my legs? You can try and see if you have the ability to do so!"

"You people from the Central Plains just love to drink toasts and not accept the punishment!"

Mo Yi turned the Tang sword in his hand and slashed towards Meng Qianqian without mercy.

Arna screamed: "Don't--"

Meng Lang gritted his teeth and wanted to stand in front of Meng Qianqian, but it was too late.

Mo Yi's swordsmanship was so fast that it was like lightning and could not be caught.

Meng Qianqian looked at Mo Yi calmly.

Just as his Tang sword was about to chop her, a tall and strong figure suddenly appeared behind her.

The sword flashed, sharp as ice, and it pierced Mo Yi so much that he closed his eyes.

Keng!

Mo Yi's Tang sword was deflected by the heavy sword.

The tremendous internal force made him retreat seven or eight steps, and he finally stabilized his body after slashing into the bluestone slab with a knife.

He knelt on one knee and looked up: "Chen Long?"

Chen Long looked at him with a cold expression.

He held the sword in one hand and the incompetent villain who was beaten black and blue in the other.

"Master, put me down. It's embarrassing."

Meng Lang said.

Chen Long said expressionlessly: "If you can't even beat a Loulan person, you will be embarrassed in Loulan."

Meng Lang curled his lips and said, "You really think highly of me."

Chen Long threw him to the ground like a small sack.

"Uh ah - be gentle, Master!"

Meng Lang fell flat on his face.

Chen Long pointed his heavy sword at Mo Yi: "Let me see how many of my swords your evil power can withstand."