Guilongchao: I played the domineering CEO to the bone.

Yu Bing found it very strange—no matter how much she probed and sensed, the result was always the same: Min Moyou was an ordinary person.

How could an ordinary person like him be able to ignore the terrifying illusions created by the power of the Dragon Curse?

This is not something that can be achieved simply by having extraordinary courage.

He even dared to spout nonsense in front of her, saying things like "woman!", "provoke me!", "you succeeded!", and so on...

To Yu Bing, all of this was utterly bizarre...

Is he an idiot?

It doesn’t look like it either?

Why can't you tell the situation apart?

Isn't it obvious who is stronger and who is weaker, and who holds the reins of power?

He shouldn't be so calm or confident as an ordinary person!

Oops!

Could there be an ambush?

Even if Yu Bing was slow on the uptake, he would now realize that Min Moyou had a problem.

We can no longer sit still and wait for death!

Without exchanging any more nonsense with Min Moyou, who was spouting domineering CEO quotes, Yu Bing unfolded his folding fan, and the space within a ten-meter radius was instantly enveloped by a flowing landscape painting illusion. Various ink painting styles of demons, ghosts, and strange beasts materialized, and the sharp petals of ink lotus flowers surrounded Yu Bing in the center, exuding a chilling killing intent!

This is no longer some deceptive illusion, but a lethal offensive tactic derived from the Dragon Spell.

Yu Bing held the unfolded folding fan to his chest, stood proudly, staring at Min Moyou, who was also standing proudly in the same place, and really couldn't figure out where his confidence came from.

No matter how much she opened her senses to search and explore, she found no person or thing that could threaten her life.

On the other hand, as long as she waves her folding fan, all the demons, ghosts, plants, and beasts in the ink-wash realm she has temporarily created will transform into her most valiant warriors and pounce on Min Moyou.

At that point... it won't be so easy to control the force.

He could only sigh, lamenting that such a beauty was about to perish under his watch, and that the opportunity to strengthen his team was slipping through his fingers...

Yu Bing isn't some mindless villain who talks a lot of nonsense. He doesn't have to shout things like, "Show me what other tricks you have up your sleeve!" when things aren't going well or when he has the upper hand.

Her obsession with finding her father and brother remains unresolved; the truth behind her father's departure and her brother's disappearance is still unresolved; the position of family head, which her father fought so hard for her at great cost—a chance to control her own destiny—has yet to be achieved, and she desperately doesn't want to disappoint her father's expectations...

In short, Yu Bing always knew that she had too many missions and too many things she wanted to do, so she would not hesitate to eliminate any danger or do everything in her power to protect herself.

She will never give Min Moyou a chance to take action!

For the sake of her precious life—it can only be blamed on Min Moyou, who simply couldn't provide Yubing with a sense of security.

Even if you killed the wrong person, you can only blame yourself!

I'm sorry...

The thought flashed through Yu Bing's mind in an instant, and just as she was about to make a move, she suddenly heard a heavy thud beside her:

"boom!"

Nightingale could easily deal with the three ragtag Dragon Princes of the Yu Clan in an instant.

Yu Bing subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound—

when? !

Within the illusory realm of her deliberately unfolded ink-wash painting, an uninvited guest unexpectedly entered—a woman entirely black, wearing a bird-beak mask...?

No, there were four, plus the three subordinates of the Yu Clan's Long Yin whom she had arranged to cooperate in the operation outside the Kowloon Residence. They were all "packed up" tightly, their bodies not covered in blood, but there was hardly a piece of good flesh to be seen...

The three were bound together, their fate unknown, and unable to move...

Nightingale had already understood the implication when Min Moyou uttered the domineering CEO's words, and consciously and quickly swept away those "little mice".

As for the safety of Minmoyou?

Leaving aside whether the owner of the Nine Dragons Curse could possibly be harmed by this woman whom even she considered weak...

The master also has four sisters by his side.

Yu Bing's pupils dilated in shock, her heart filled with fear—she could roughly guess that the woman in front of her—this woman who was much stronger than her—was the source of Min Moyou's confidence!

Yu Bing took half a second to observe the positions of her, Nightingale, and Min Moyou—she was slightly closer to Min Moyou!

As long as all the ink-stained beast ghosts that have already gathered their strength attack the black-clad woman with the yin attribute, and given that our side is well-prepared, has a large number of "troops," and has the advantage of elemental counteraction, we will definitely be able to hold her off!

Then, taking advantage of this opportunity, he approached Min Moyou and used physical techniques to subdue him!

Capture the thief first and capture the king!

The overall situation is under control!

The advantage is mine!

Let's get started! Delay will only lead to problems!

Yu Bing immediately turned her attention to the nightingale, unleashing the ink-stained phenomenon she had conjured. Meanwhile, she gripped her ancient ink-jade fan, took a half-step back, tensed her legs, and prepared to launch herself into the air, catching the nightingale off guard. With a single fan strike, she knocked Min Moyou down!

All the reactions and decisions seemed lengthy, but in fact, Yu Bing completed them in just one second, without any hesitation!

The situation was urgent, and she could not afford to hesitate for even a moment!

Just as she was about to move, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of Nightingale wielding her sword, leaving a huge afterimage that sliced ​​away most of her nearly one hundred ink-stained phantoms.

A bead of cold sweat quickly seeped from the tip of Yu Bing's nose...

Buho!

Those ink-stained anomalies probably wouldn't even last two seconds...

The opponent's strength was beyond my imagination!

We must hurry...

"Hiss-!"

Just as Yu Bing was about to unleash her power, a loud sound of cloth being violently torn exploded in her ears—

A fiery dragon emerged from outside her ink-wash painting illusion, forcefully destroying the domain she had created with a large amount of dragon power. The entire illusion, with the point where the fire dragon broke through as the base, continued to extend outwards, and within a few breaths, it had collapsed and dissipated into specks of starlight.

By the time Yu Bing came to her senses, the fire dragon had already transformed into a crimson, double-edged sword with a banner hanging from its tip, and gently struck her shoulder...

So heavy!

Yu Bing was thrown off balance by the weight, almost falling to the side. Half her face twitched as she gritted her teeth and shifted her weight entirely onto the side of her body supported by the halberd, barely managing to regain her balance...

The halberd blade was very close to the skin and flesh of Yu Bing's neck. Yu Bing dared not move at all, for fear that he might accidentally kill himself...

Now she realized that with two Dragon Blood Guards who were extremely skilled in concealment and had great strength, Min Moyou must have never taken her seriously from the beginning.

Who exactly is Minmo You...?

The Qin Min Min clan... their background is far superior to that of my Yu clan. How come I've never heard of them before...?

A cold shout came from behind Yu Bing, interrupting her thoughts—in truth, no matter how much she thought about it, she wouldn't come to a conclusion.

"Xiuniang, don't you dare move! Your mother's Great Halberd is blind!"

Although the voice was nine parts arrogant and a part roguish, Yu Bing still recognized that the person holding the halberd behind her was actually a woman!

Is she a monster...?

Yu Bing couldn't even imagine what the other person looked like.

Meanwhile, Min Moyou, standing opposite Yu Bing, had a clear view of the newcomer's entire appearance:

It wears a purple-gold crown on its head, its hair is tied in a high ponytail, and its face is covered with a short, blue-green, mottled bird-like beak.

Clad in a chainmail armor with beast-faced heads, a silk-colored close-fitting chainmail, a lion-head belt with intricate details around the waist, and gold-trimmed cloud-patterned war boots...

His bulge was even more pronounced than that of Hitomi and Nightingale; he was over 1.8 meters tall, and one could vaguely see the slightly raised, streamlined abdominal muscles outlined by his close-fitting chainmail...

The moment Min Moyou saw her, one word that could perfectly describe her came to mind:

A female version of Lü Bu.

hiss........

Whether she likes alcohol or not, Min Moyou doesn't know.

But from the moment she appeared, she held the "underwear" that Min Moyou had changed out of the day before and had asked to be thrown away, and kept rubbing it against the beak-shaped opening of the bird-beak mask...

Tilt your head slightly at a 20° angle, inhale deeply, exhale slowly, completely absorbed...

Seemingly noticing Min Moyou's gaze, she quickly stuffed Min Moyou's clothes into her armor, turned around to face Min Moyou directly, scratched her head, and chuckled sheepishly:

"Hehehe... Master, I am 'Peacock'."

"........."

Min Mo nodded silently and walked towards Yu Bing.

He still thought that the women around him were all like nightingales...

Nightingale also dragged the three half-dead Yu clan dragons over, and glanced at Peacock with some dissatisfaction: What a disgrace!

The peacock ignored it.

Yu Bing focused all her attention on resisting the halberd pressing down on her shoulders. At this point, Yu Bing was already sweating profusely and her hair was disheveled, barely able to withstand the pressure.

Even when Min Moyou walked right up to her, she didn't notice.

Min Moyou reached out and gently tucked the messy hair that clung to her face behind her ear.

"Why bother? It's just one room. Didn't we agree to share half with you? Why pull these petty tricks that make everyone unhappy?"

Yu Bing shuddered at the touch of Min Moyou and was about to shrink back when the chilling aura emanating from the halberd pressing on her shoulder made her afraid to move.

They could only let Minmoyou do as he pleased.

Fortunately, Min Moyou only brushed her hair aside and didn't do anything more outrageous.

Yu Bing gave Min Moyou a cold look, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to see Min Moyou anymore.

"You know that if you do something wrong, you have to pay the price, right?"

Min Moyou snatched the ancient jade fan from Yu Bing's hand, holding it and admiring it in front of Yu Bing—and it had to be said, the fan ribs were warm and smooth, the surface delicate and soft, and it faintly exuded the fragrance of ink, mixed with the unique scent of a young girl…

She must have cherished it for a long time, right?

"Humph!"

Yu Bing glanced at the precious fan in Min Moyou's hand, then gently turned her head away, making sure her neck wouldn't move.

"If you're not willing to tell me yourself, then what price are you willing to pay? Then it's my turn to bring it up."

Min Moyou coaxed him patiently, but all he really wanted was to hear a word of submission or an apology.

Yu Bing remained silent, defiantly defiant.

"Alright, then let's kill your three Dragon Prince retainers first."

"They must be retainers of your Yu clan, right? It's truly pathetic that they serve your Yu clan."

Having said that, Min Moyou gestured to Nightingale with his eyes. Nightingale understood and raised the sharp blade in her hand—

"Wait, no..."

Yu Bing finally reacted, and Min Moyou stopped Nightingale with a gesture just as she was about to bring down the blade.

In truth, it would only take Nightingale a moment to kill the two unconscious men and the feigning unconscious Long Yin.

But she deliberately slowed down—the understanding Nightingale knew that what Min Moyou wanted was never the lives of those three nameless lackeys; they were worthless.

What is truly valuable...

"Oh? So what do you want?"

“This time… all those things targeting you were orchestrated by me. Release them; they were just following orders. I… am at your disposal.”

Yu Bing felt that she was doomed today, but the Yu family was in a very serious situation and she did not want any more fighting force to be lost because of her.

Since she herself has no hope, it's better to give them a chance to live and continue serving the Yu family. It also means someone can relay her news back, and perhaps someone can avenge her someday...

"can."

"Nightingale, just dump those three people by the roadside."

Nightingale obeyed and dragged the three men out of the room.

Originally, the three lackeys of the Yu Clan's Dragon Blood held Yu Bing, a young girl, in utter contempt for being the head of the clan.

But after today, Long Yin, who was pretending to be unconscious, will tell the other two that Yu Bing was willing to sacrifice himself to save their lives, and they will become Yu Bing's loyal followers.

They knew that if Yu Youming were in the same predicament, they would definitely be the discarded pawns. That old man would only think about his own survival, and he would gamble everything on even the slightest hope.

After Nightingale left, the room was left with Peacock staring unabashedly at Min Moyou, Yu Bing bowing her head and waiting for death, and Min Moyou full of self-satisfaction.

What conditions should I propose?

This is such a difficult choice...

The room fell silent, but was quickly broken by the ringing of Little Spirit Eye's phone.

The sound came from Yu Bing's pocket.

The bell rang for quite a while before Yu Bing weakly spoke:

"Can... you let me go?"

"I want to take a phone call."

"Don't worry, I'm not running away. I'll stay right here and answer on speakerphone."

“I will not break my promises.”

In a life-or-death situation, what is a phone call?

But she is Yu Bing, a woman who values ​​clan tradition above all else—to hear the phone and not answer it is extremely impolite and lacks clan tradition.

Of course, if she really does meet with bad luck later, then she can take this opportunity to subtly convey her last words.

"Of course, please do."

Min Moyou raised his hand in a gesture of apprehension, as if he were some dangerous kidnapping criminal...

The peacock lowered its halberd, allowing Yu Bing to control the Little Spirit Eye.

The moment the call connected, her great-grandfather's urgent "concern" came from the other end of the line:

"Xiao Bing? Did you run into that young master Min Moyou in Zhongpu District? You haven't done anything yet, have you? Have you had any contact? Did you have any conflict?"

Far away at the Yu Clan's residence, Yu Youming, after fantasizing about his grand ambition to unify the Kowloon district, suddenly realized that his decisive granddaughter, Xiao Bing, might very well act without thoroughly investigating whether Min Moyou was actually targeting the Yu Clan...

He was so frightened that he immediately called to confirm, putting aside all his attempts to persuade Yu Bing to marry him and his threats against Yu Bing.

Yu Bing glanced at the bored peacock, then at Min Moyou, who was watching the scene unfold...

in silence.

"Xiao Bing? Xiao Bing? Why aren't you talking? Is the signal bad? Don't scare your grandpa!"

"Hello? Hello!?"