He Lan Tianxia

Murong Junlan and Jiang He rushed over. It seemed like someone was fighting in the tall weeds, which swayed back and forth. Suddenly, two hands lifted the gorilla out of thin air. The gorilla struggled, but was held by the lower back and had no way to stop it. It could only lie on its back, flailing about.

"Trying to run away?" the white-haired woman roared, then forcefully tossed the gorilla aside, and it seized the opportunity to escape. On the other side of the white-haired woman, the weeds were being pushed aside wildly, as if someone was trampling away to escape. The white-haired woman threw down the gorilla and chased after them.

The people on this side weren't slow either; the white-haired woman seemed to be chasing them, always just a hair's breadth away from catching up. Murong Junlan planned to intervene to save the person in front, because the one being chased by the white-haired woman was definitely her prisoner. The person in front wasn't stupid either; they kept walking in a zigzag pattern, even dodging and weaving, making the white-haired woman feel like she was catching a chick with an eagle. This infuriated the woman, causing her to fly into a rage and sometimes even leap into the air and slash wildly, knocking down a patch of wild grass.

Suddenly, there was no sound. Murong Junlan thought the person had been captured and couldn't help but pounce on him. But unexpectedly, the other person threw a lump of mud, which hit Murong Junlan in the face with a splat. Fortunately, Murong Junlan was quick and turned his head to the side, and the mud flew off his face. Jiang He, who was behind him, couldn't dodge in time, so he simply turned around and caught the mud at an angle, his clothes immediately getting covered in yellow mud.

When Murong Junlan tried to give chase, the white-haired woman turned and pounced on him again. Murong Junlan thought to himself, "Go ahead and attack me; the person you bullied earlier can escape now." Murong Junlan used all his skills to fight the white-haired woman. This white-haired woman seemed to have nothing better to do; she actually started fighting with Murong Junlan. So, the two fought from the ground to the sky and back again, much to the white-haired woman's delight.

Murong Junlan was different. He wanted to find his Yan'er and quickly get rid of this woman. He was using aggressive tactics, but today the white-haired woman didn't meet his attacks head-on. Instead, she engaged in a tug-of-war with Murong Junlan. He would strike her a couple of times, and she would respond with a move or two, like chewing and twisting something savored. Murong Junlan felt like he was hitting a pile of cotton; he couldn't bounce it off, and he couldn't penetrate it.

Yeah, it got twisted.

Jiang He couldn't help, so he went to help the person being chased by the white-haired woman. However, the woman was hiding in the bushes and would throw out clumps of mud from time to time, making Jiang He dodge repeatedly. He thought to himself, "Since you treat me as an enemy, there's nothing I can do." So Jiang He simply sat there and didn't move.

*Whoosh.* A clump of mud was thrown from the bushes, landing on Jiang He's head, which he dodged. A moment later, *whoosh*, another clump of mud flew towards Jiang He's head, which he also dodged. This continued for a while until the person stopped throwing mud. Jiang He thought it had stopped, but little did he know that the person hiding there was picking up clumps of mud and throwing them into the air. The white-haired woman in the sky, who had been sulking, suddenly felt excited when a clump of mud hit her pants. She abandoned Murong Junlan and chased after the person throwing mud.

The person throwing mud didn't seem to run away; they just threw mud for a while and then suddenly stopped. Murong Junlan, having been stood up while he was fighting, seemed to have his pride wounded. Suddenly, as if possessed, he rushed to the white-haired woman to continue the contest.

Jiang He was a little confused. Before he could figure out what was going on, a cloud of mud suddenly flew towards Murong Junlan and the white-haired woman, hitting them with a crackling sound like a machine gun. It kept hitting them left and right, like a fountain spraying water, and then suddenly it shot straight into the sky with a series of rapid bursts. Isn't that fun?

The white-haired woman, suddenly seized by a playful impulse, suspended herself in mid-air and unleashed a flurry of slaps against the incoming mud with her Deathly Cold Palm technique.

Ah, Murong Junlan has been left out again. It hurts his pride. Prince Murong suddenly wants to confide in someone. The psychological trauma he's experiencing right now is immense.