Zhangsun Wuji leaned over gently. Under the moonlight, he leaned against the side of Fuyao's cheek. His breath caressed the side of Fuyao's temple. She, who had always been cold, suddenly felt warm. The heat surged out from her blood and engulfed her like fire.
Meng Fuyao was steaming hot, but there was a slight chill in the heat. It was like a person walking through a bonfire with a piece of cold jade in his hand. Amidst the two layers of ice and fire, he vaguely thought, 'Tonight … tonight … is he really going to … not care about anything?'
Zhangsun Wuji's fingers were like a gust of wind, holding onto the moonlight and landing on her neck. An inch higher was her red lips, an inch lower was her robe, and an inch lower was the actual progress. Fuyao held onto her heart, not knowing if it was cold, hot, or painful as she waited. She felt as if her heart was trembling when his fingers moved up or down, like a stone floating gracefully on the water, startling the moonlight.
Suddenly, the ship shook.
She could vaguely hear someone exclaiming in a steel-like voice.
Fuyao's eyes widened. Zhangsun Wuji had already stood up with a sigh and said in a low voice, "Dreams are hard to come true …" He turned and dashed out. When he reached the door, he laughed. "Did I really seal your acupoints and use force?" With a flick of his fingers, he unsealed her acupoints and said, "Rest for now. I'll go take a look."
Seeing his figure disappear into the darkness, Fuyao slowly sat up and hugged her legs, deep in thought. She placed the back of her hand on her cheek, feeling the heat of her skin. She did not want to go out and let others see her face. Sighing silently, she slowly lay down. She felt a sudden pain in her chest and abdomen. This time, it was different from the past. The pain was fierce, strand by strand, it tore at her internal organs. It was like a ball of black fire that burned her blood vessels and meridians. It was so hot that it made breathing difficult and her mind blurry. She bit her lip and tried her best to control the pain. Cold sweat broke out all over her body. She secretly cursed Zhangsun Wuji for being a bastard and causing her, the Meng King, to suffer for nothing.
In a daze, she felt the cabin door open and someone float in. She forced her eyes open and saw that it was Zhangsun Wuji. "What's the matter?"
Zhangsun Wuji said, "I'm fine. We just passed a bay and the boatman didn't handle it well, so we almost crashed into the mountain wall."
"Mm." She curled up into a ball and waited for the ferocious period to pass. When she felt Zhangsun Wuji coming over, he laid down beside her and naturally embraced her in his arms, gently caressing her back.
He was still that gentle and gentle gesture, breathing slightly, holding her shoulder gently. The moonlight shone in hazily, as faint as smoke. Wrapped in that layer of smoke, he seemed real and illusory at the same time, like a wisp of clear light that made people want to pursue but difficult to grasp.
Fuyao was powerless to reject him. Her heart was fuzzy and unclear, but she vaguely felt that something was wrong. She was in a daze when she felt Zhangsun Wuji's fingers once again fall on her chest.
"Do you really want to get me killed?" she asked, trying her best to push his hand away.
"Why would I want to get you killed?" Zhangsun Wuji chuckled and flipped over to untie her belt. His own clothes were already half undone, revealing his jade-like skin. "The intercourse of Yin and Yang has always been the most beneficial to women. How could I bear not to love you?"
Hearing this, Fuyao suddenly felt her heart turn cold, as if there was a hidden edge of ice in those words. Each word was grinding her heart to the point of bleeding. Such words … such things … How could he say it? Could he do it?
She opened her eyes. Her blurry vision outlined the silhouette of a man against the light. This handsome man had accompanied her all the way here, tenderly and sweetly. Thousands of threads of love. That deep and omnipresent love slowly wrapped around her. Could it be that it was all just for this moment to steal her virginity?
The person on top of her quickly and irresistibly unbuttoned her clothes one by one. The especially chilly breeze on the water swept over her exposed skin, and the chill seeped into her heart. Tears gradually welled up in her eyes.
She had never suffered such humiliation in her entire life!
The person on top of her let out a soft and admiring laugh, as if praising the beauty and purity of the woman in front of him. Following that, the bed creaked, and the man's body pressed down heavily. His already aching chest and lungs were suffocating, and he was on the verge of exploding. Needless to say, he had lost his virginity, and his life was on the line. Meng Fuyao calmed down, and her blurry consciousness gradually cleared up. Since things had come to this, there was no point in panicking. She simply ignored what was happening to her body, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, trying her best to gather the vital Qi that had been dispersed by the poison.
She took a deep breath.
Suddenly, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning!
Aura!
She remembered!
This person … this person … this person was Zhangsun Wuji in everything, but he was not fragrant!
She had never smelled Zhangsun Wuji's unique fragrance on anyone else other than him!
He was not Wuji!
Fuyao's mind went blank. In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through her mind. Where had Zhangsun Wuji gone? How did this person impersonate him to such an extent in such a short time? What had happened just now? Where did he come from?
The most terrifying thought surfaced, and it made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave. How could Zhangsun Wuji have allowed someone to impersonate him right under his nose? Did … did something happen to him?
Fuyao's heart raced like a galloping horse, and her body immediately stiffened.
It was in that instant that her body stiffened, and the person on top of her noticed it. He chuckled and said, "What a clever girl!" By the time he finished speaking, his voice had returned to its original state. It sounded like a young and delicate girl, but Fuyao knew that it was definitely not a girl.
All the sexual characteristics on his body were those of a man.
She looked up and saw a pair of eyes that were exactly the same as Zhangsun Wuji's, but the expression in those eyes was unfamiliar. It was filled with mockery and lasciviousness, as well as a trace of surprise and impatience.
He was surprised by Fuyao's eyes. Even in such a difficult and disadvantageous situation, she was still calm and bright, as bright as the sun. Her gaze was as sharp as a knife.
He was stunned for a moment, but then he heard Fuyao shout in a low voice.
"Scram!"
As she shouted, hot blood spurted out of her mouth, and Fuyao spat out mouthfuls of poisoned blood all over his head and face. Taking advantage of the moment when his eyes turned red, she bent her knees and kneed the man's lower body. The man chuckled and dodged, but Fuyao turned sideways and elbowed him again. The angle was crafty and vicious, forcing him to dodge again. In the blink of an eye, Fuyao leaped up and pulled down the trapdoor between the two cabins.
The trapdoor was closed, and at the last moment, she saw the man's surprised and appreciative gaze. Fuyao clenched her fingers and clasped the trapdoor tightly. She raised her hands and fumbled to button up her clothes. She leaned against the trapdoor and took a few deep breaths. A wave of anger washed away her emotions, and the Love Locking Poison instantly dissipated. She struggled to stand up, pulled out the Heaven Piercing Sword, and was about to pull up the trapdoor.
Before she could pull it up, she suddenly heard the sound of the wind from next door. Then, the sound of clothes suddenly became stronger. It was like a clap, not loud, but the whole boat swayed. Then, the sound of a young girl's laughter suddenly went far away, and the trapdoor was suddenly pulled. A person quickly reached out to pull her. His hand was slightly cold, and his expression was anxious.
Fuyao subconsciously straightened the Heaven Piercing Sword and slashed at the person. "Fuyao, it's me!" the person shouted.
Fuyao stopped abruptly in front of the person. The fierce wind from the blade split her long hair, and her eyes were fierce.
The person in front of her was not his usual calm expression, and there was a faint anger in his eyes. He glanced at her unbuttoned clothes, revealing her snow-white skin. Her belt was obviously loose, and her clothes were stained with blood, but he did not know whose blood it was. In an instant, his eyes flashed with a blazing fire, and the room seemed to be lit up. Fuyao had never seen such a look in Zhangsun Wuji's eyes. It was as sharp as the edge of a knife on fire, and in that instant, she held onto the knife and froze.
Zhangsun Wuji was no longer close to her. He knelt on the bed and slowly withdrew his hands. He clenched his fists and pressed them against the bedsheets on his side of the bed. He slowly lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Fuyao … I'm sorry …"
Fuyao's hands trembled again. She had never seen such an expression on Zhangsun Wuji's face, nor had she heard him apologize. There was no need for him to apologize, because he had almost never made a mistake.
Tonight, however, he had made a mistake. Perhaps it was not even a mistake. Perhaps he had only wanted to take advantage of her like in the past, by sealing her acupoints and massaging her blood while she was asleep. But all of a sudden, an inconceivable accident occurred. Her Love Lock was triggered, and he was distracted. If she had not desperately tried to save herself, a huge mistake would have been made.
Wrong … Who was wrong? He was not a gentleman. He had pursued her because he liked her, but he had always remembered the danger of her Love Lock. He had never wanted to step into dangerous situations for her, and she had always kept her guard up. She had always maintained a clear mind, but tonight, her heart was in chaos.
Perhaps she was the one at fault. She was frivolous and out of control, indulging in tenderness. She wanted to be an untainted passerby in the Five Continents, but she could not control her weak will and fell into another's trap.
Her heart was not young, but her body was that of a teenage girl. At the age of love, she was full of energy and instinctively longed for the warmth and gentleness that she liked. It was difficult for her youthful body to constantly resist his seduction. Once there was a slight loosening of her will, she would sooner or later slide into the abyss of chaos.
Fuyao bit her lip and thought about how far that bastard had gone. She had abandoned all distracting thoughts and concentrated on mobilizing her true Qi. In that instant, she had shut off her external senses. Being a virgin for two lifetimes, she only knew the concept of certain things, but not the actual feeling. Speaking of pain, how could she not feel pain when her Love Lock was acting up? As for bleeding … there was no blood, but that did not mean that there was no contact!
Thinking about this, Fuyao felt like she was about to collapse. How could her pure body be defiled by a stranger?
With a loud bang, she raised her hand and pulled down the wooden partition again. With a slash of the Heaven Piercing Sword, the wooden bed was silently cut into two halves. With a loud bang, she dragged the bed to the other side of the cabin, far away from the other side.
While she was doing this, there was no movement from the other side, and Zhangsun Wuji did not try to pull down the wooden partition again. Fuyao was in a terrible mood. She hated this ship, hated that strange man, hated the Five Continents, hated everything in front of her eyes, and of course, hated herself the most!
This had happened because she had not been resolute enough to indulge in it. From now on, she was going to be a piece of stone!
She climbed onto the bed and covered her head with the blanket, wrapping herself up like a piece of stone. The moonlight shone through the small porthole on the stone, motionless and rigid.
The moonlight slowly moved over and moved into the porthole next door. Zhangsun Wuji leaned against the wooden wall and sat quietly on the remaining half of the bed that had been cut off. He had also condensed into a fossil that was hurt internally and silently pained in his heart.
= = =
Ever since that 'Zhangsun Wuji' had done that night, Fuyao and the real Zhangsun Wuji had fallen into an awkward period. That night, Fuyao had buried herself like an ostrich. Even when Lord Ingot tried to open the door next door, she slammed the door shut and almost flattened his nose. After that, the temperature around Fuyao dropped by 20 degrees. Everyone who saw her kept quiet out of fear. The sardines no longer needed any threat to jump into the can, which saved Tie Cheng a lot of effort.
To Fuyao, there was no need to vent her anger on anyone. She was only vexed and angry at her own uselessness, as well as the extremely disgusting rejection of that matter. As for Zhangsun Wuji, he could not help but blame himself for making a mistake that he would regret for the rest of his life. There was also a strange and piercing anger that he had not experienced in the past 26 years. His usual calm balance had been broken, and even Zhangsun Wuji had lost his usual calm smile.
Naturally, Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji did not give up on tracking down that scoundrel. But that night, other than the Cao Clan members, there were only cooks and boatmen who did not know martial arts. There were many people, but there was no obvious target. Fuyao could not be bothered to test them one by one for profound martial arts. Judging from the situation that night, the scoundrel was very powerful. Even Fuyao was no match for him. If he really wanted to hide his martial arts, no one would be able to tell.
By now, both Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji had a rough idea of who the scoundrel was. When a person roamed the world for 30 years and met countless people, yet no one knew whether he was a man or a woman, his mysteriousness and ability to disguise was naturally the best in the world.
Therefore, rather than spending time and effort to find out who he was hiding on the ship and whether he was still on board, it was better to wait for him to continue.
The child they had rescued that night had also been questioned. Tie Cheng had gone to open the cabin door at the first opportunity, but the child had slept quietly and did not move. When he woke up the next day, he said that he was the child of a fisherman's family in the downstream Chang County. His family could not afford to pay for the protection of the ship, so they sold him to the Cao Clan to do odd jobs. He had signed a life and death contract, and from then on, it did not matter whether he was dead or alive. This year, the Cao Clan's business had been unfavorable, and they had been suppressed by the imperial court.
The child's voice was still changing, and he was slow to speak, so it took him a long time to explain clearly. Meng Fuyao listened attentively, but did not find any flaws in his story. She then ordered someone to send him home.
The ship sailed for a day and a night before docking at Guangcheng County. Meng Fuyao carried the Cao Clan's Deputy Clan Leader and strode ashore, her heart filled with hatred for the entire Xuanji imperial family. She did not look sideways along the way, and Zhangsun Wuji silently followed behind her. Tie Cheng could not understand how the two of them had turned the world upside down in a single night, but he was happy to see Zhangsun Wuji happily tagging along.
Meng Fuyao carried the Cao Clan's Greenwood Gathering in Jiuling Mountain outside the city. She was here to snatch the position of League Leader, and whether or not the one who had offended her was Feng Jingrui, she was going to cause him some trouble!
The gathering was held on a hidden platform halfway up the mountain. Before they reached the location, they suddenly heard a commotion, followed by angry curses.
"What the hell! What a mess! "
"Get out!"
"Could it be a spy sent by the imperial court?"
"Search him!"
After a while, a few banging sounds could be heard, followed by someone shouting, "We're all men, why are you touching me!"
After a while, someone shouted, "I'm just here for a sightseeing trip and accidentally stumbled into this place. I'll just apologize for offending you … You guys … are so rude!"
After a while, someone shouted, "I'm just angry!"
After a while, someone shouted, "I'm really angry!"
The sounds of tearing grew louder and louder, mixed with laughter. "Scholar!" someone said in disdain.
"Throw him out!"
With a 'bam', a shadow flashed, and a white shadow rolled out, heading straight for Meng Fuyao and Tie Cheng, who were walking at the front.
Tie Cheng waved his hand, thinking that his master would definitely catch it.
Meng Fuyao raised her hand, and with a slap, she sent the shadow flying.
Men!
Men who only wore underwear!
Men with fair skin who only wore underwear!
Three of King Meng's taboos!
Filled with disgust, Meng Fuyao sent the shadow flying. Looking straight ahead, she strode over and stepped on the guy's body, refusing to budge.
Lord Ingot crawled out of Zhangsun Wuji's arms, his claws trembling. It seemed that his master was right to ask him to change positions. King Meng was now allergic to male creatures!
That person stepped on Meng Fuyao's feet and shouted, "Broken bones!"
Meng Fuyao casually threw a gold ingot.
"Medical expenses!"
The medical expenses hit the ribs, and with a 'bam', it seemed like it was really broken this time …
That person gasped in pain, grabbed the gold ingot, and threw it. "I'm really, really angry!"
Tie Cheng looked down at that pretty face, which still looked a little childish, and scolded with a frown, "Embroidered pillow." Once again, he stepped over in disdain.
Zhangsun Wuji did not even look at his feet, and the big lump was thrown down as if it was nothing …
Around the mountain path was the platform, where a large group of men dressed in different clothes were gathered and arguing. When they saw Meng Fuyao and the others, they stopped talking and looked over in surprise. Someone frowned and said, "Who's barging in again? Beat them out!"
Someone immediately retorted, "Hei Sha Niu, I don't think you've taken the position of Alliance Leader yet? Why are you talking to yourself and giving an order? "
Boss Niu glared at him. "Loser, how dare you talk?"
That person's face turned red, and he stiffened his neck. "Aren't you also a loser of the White Mountain Branch? How dare you? "
With a loud bang, they quarreled again. Most of it was about who was the loser, and who had friendly and intimate contact with whose mothers, sisters, aunts, and grannies. Finally, it escalated to folk art and vivid descriptions of the human organs of those mothers, sisters, aunts, and grannies …
"Shut up!"
A loud shout startled everyone and caused them to turn around. Only then did they remember that a new battle for the position of Alliance Leader had begun, and they had forgotten about the intruders. Someone immediately shouted, "Who do you think you are? Why are you making such a fuss?"
"Me?" Meng Fuyao pointed at her own nose and punched the deputy head of the Cao Clan to the ground. "Your new Alliance Leader!"
The entire mountain fell silent for a moment, and then burst into laughter that pierced through the clouds. The brutish men who licked blood on the edge of their blades could not even be bothered to scold her. Instead, they looked at the skinny youth as if he was a curiosity. Meng Fuyao had never shown her face in crowded places, and she had put on her mask again.
"Let me teach you a disorganized mob how to fight against the imperial court, and how to gain more space to survive under the pressure of the imperial court." Meng Fuyao did not seem to hear the laughter and sat down on a rock. "Before that, let me teach you how to treat the Alliance Leader."
She waved at White Mountain Branch Leader, Boss Niu, and said, "Come, come get a beating."
White Mountain Branch Leader looked like a refined middle-aged man, and did not participate in the vulgar words of the brutish men. He sat at the side with a disdainful look on his face. At that moment, he smiled reservedly and said, "Arrogant kid, I'll let you live a little longer. Boss Niu, it's better if you go and teach him a lesson."
Boss Niu, who was convinced of his superiority, hummed in agreement, and walked forward with two custom-made heavy podaos. The veins on his short and thick legs were visible, and every step he took left a deep pit. It was obvious that he had good physical skills, as well as good control skills.
With a wave of his podaos and a blinding white light, Boss Niu grinned and shouted like thunder, "That kid, come get a beating!"
"Smack!"
Before the word "beating" was finished, white teeth suddenly popped out of the ground, bouncing around like pearls on the black stone floor. Countless shocked gazes and a sudden silence fell.
Lord Ingot, who had just poked his head out of Zhangsun Wuji's arms, suddenly covered his mouth.
"Learn one word from me, and one tooth!" Meng Fuyao did not seem to have moved at all. She continued to sit on the rock with a cold smile. "Three teeth! Remember that! "
She heard a deep breath. Turning her head, she saw White Mountain Branch Leader, who was the most popular, slowly getting up. He dusted off his clean green robe and walked towards her step by step.
Meng Fuyao glanced at him with some admiration. This Branch Leader was an expert. Just those few steps were natural and flawless. He was much stronger than Boss Niu, who was good at cross-training but lacked internal energy.
But to her, it was still not enough.
White Mountain Branch Leader did not take her seriously at first. After Boss Niu's slap, he was now very vigilant against her. However, he still thought that Boss Niu was too careless and that Meng Fuyao's movements were especially fast. Wouldn't it be fine if he did not give her a chance to get close?
He pulled his waist, and a gray shadow shot out silently. It was actually a long whip, longer than an ordinary whip. He stood far away, but the whip was already in front of Meng Fuyao's face. The wind around them was fierce, but the tip of the whip was as calm as a deep water stream, straight towards Meng Fuyao's eyes.
Meng Fuyao stretched out her hand. She did not look fast, but her jade-like hand caught the tip of the whip that was infused with True Energy.
Then, with a shake of her wrist, the whip began to vibrate in a strange rhythm like a wave. The vibrating wave shook White Mountain Branch Leader's fingers, and the whip handle fell out of his hand. Meng Fuyao grabbed the tip of the whip, and with a shake of her fingers, the entire whip, which was ten feet long, became perfectly straight and hit him in the chest.
White Mountain Branch Leader spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into the panicked crowd.
Meng Fuyao threw the whip away and said calmly, "Don't waste time. Attack together."
Thus, they all attacked together.
Soon, there was a pile of people lying on the ground.
After a quarter of an hour, Meng Fuyao stood up and stretched. "Their overall standard is not high, and their individual combat ability is not strong. So, we can only use human wave tactics."
She extended her hand to her defeated subordinates. "Token."
Everyone turned to look at White Mountain Branch Leader, who handed it over without a word.
The people of the underworld were not as cunning as those in the political arena. They admitted defeat, and whoever had the bigger fist was the boss. The stronger the habits of the underworld, the easier it was to control.
Meng Fuyao asked Tie Cheng to count the number of gangsters here. There were 18 of them, and the gangs they led were big and small. The big ones had thousands of people, and the small ones had hundreds of people. They were scattered all over the Northern Region, and their power was far from the Eternal Sky Gang's. But, as the saying went, ants could bite an elephant to death.
Moreover, Meng Fuyao was pleasantly surprised to find out that there was a religious society among the 18 families.
The so-called religious society referred to the three religions and nine schools of thought. In fact, it specifically referred to the nine schools of thought. It was a gang set up for those who performed opera, played drums, prostitutes, circuses, shaved their heads, scrubbed their backs, sold miscellaneous goods, and bred. These people were often bullied and needed more protection than ordinary people. They also had money on hand, and were straightforward in paying their dues. Thus, they were considered a rich gang. But in such an occasion, they had no status and could only hide in a corner. Everyone who passed by had to spit on them.
Meng Fuyao tried to smooth things over. "Hey, don't discriminate against the lower class."
"These people even accept prostitutes. How heartless!" someone said angrily.
The person who was being scolded had his head stuck in his pants. Meng Fuyao pulled it out and asked, "Prostitutes?"
Prostitutes were human traffickers. Their palms were coated with a secret drug, and when they patted the other party's shoulder and face, they had to follow obediently. This was the most despicable and shameless profession that even the three schools of thought could not enter. Even the heroes of the underworld would feel dirty sitting with them, and they would glare at them angrily. Yet, these people insisted on participating in the visit card that they had stolen from somewhere. They hugged the card and hugged it tightly, unwilling to be spat on.
Meng Fuyao thought about it and waved to the leader of their gang, who had a large mole on his face and three long hairs on it. The man was overjoyed and came over. After asking a few questions, he found out that the Eleventh Prince's campaign against prostitution was vigorous and vigorous, but he had no clear relationship with the underworld. So where did the people he caught come from? Naturally, it was the other gangs that did not pay him protection fees, as well as the vagabonds of the martial arts world with weak foundations and no one to rely on. These people were truly stray dogs that had been forced to the point where they had nowhere to live. In desperation, they wanted to rely on a big tree for a chance of survival.
Meng Fuyao squatted there and sighed. "They are all pitiful people …"
The leader was in tears and tried his best to stuff money into her hands. "Alliance Leader, please count us in."
Meng Fuyao was amused. This guy was the first to call her Alliance Leader, and he did it so crisply. She smiled wretchedly and clapped her hands as she stood up. "Since I've become the Alliance Leader, I won't let you call me that in vain. From now on, you have to do three things for me. If you do them well, you won't have to worry anymore."
She did not listen to the buzzing discussions below and said loudly, "First, the Cult Society will send out their best prostitutes, prostitutes, barbers, back-scrubbers, and even thieves. I don't care who you send, but you have to think of a way to get close to the Eleventh Prince's followers and find out which of them are in collusion with which gangs. You have to be specific about each gang's faction."
"Second, after making a list of names and handing it over to the White Mountain Branch Leader, each gang will select the one with the highest level of martial arts to specifically kill the Eleventh Prince's followers. Kill as many as you send. Choose the time when the target is alone and deliberately leave behind the mark of each gang. Remember, you have to cross over. Follower A is in contact with Gang B, Follower C is on good terms with Gang D, and Follower E is on good terms with his own gang. When killing Follower A, leave behind Follower C's mark, and when killing Follower C, leave behind Follower I. You understand?"
She asked the White Mountain Branch Leader, who seemed to have understood something. He nodded and asked, "Can we make use of the different factions of the same gang?"
Meng Fuyao looked at him with admiration and said, "You are worth teaching."
The White Mountain Branch Leader laughed bitterly at being taught a lesson. He asked again, "Why do we have to kill the followers? Isn't the Eleventh Prince in charge of suppressing the bandits? "
"Don't tell me you want to assassinate him?" Meng Fuyao laughed. "At this time, he will definitely be on high alert. But can his followers be followed by guards? It's not easy to kill the Eleventh Prince, but it shouldn't be difficult to kill a few followers, right? "
"As for why we have to kill the followers," Meng Fuyao said, spreading her hands. "Do you think His Highness is that free? Do you think the leaders will do things personally? The Eleventh Prince is going to clean up the Green Forest of the Northern Region. With his noble status, will he personally appear to negotiate with the leaders of the Green Forest Gangs about enlistment or private agreements? You have to know that the leaders are used to draw circles, while the followers are the ones who do the actual work. These followers will definitely be driven by benefits and collude with the gangs that want to ask for the imperial court's help. Because of the competition for benefits, the followers will definitely not be on good terms with each other. At this time, the one who uses connections to kill the one who uses connections to kill the one who uses connections to kill the one who uses connections to kill the one who uses connections to kill the one who uses connections to kill the one who uses connections to kill the one who uses connections to kill the one who uses connections to kill the one who uses connections to kill the one who uses connections … Think about it, what kind of mess will there be? "
Everyone listened in silence. Although they were rough and uncultured men, they slowly got the gist of it, and their eyes gradually lit up.
"When too many people die, the current balance and friendly relationship between the Eleventh Prince and the Northland Forest Society will be broken. Whether it's the Eleventh Prince's entourage or the suspected Northland Forest Society, they will suspect each other. The Eleventh Prince's side will suspect that the Northland Forest Society has ulterior motives, while the Northland Forest Society will suspect that the Eleventh Prince has other plans … You should know that once a shadow is cast over the relationship between people, it will go in a worse direction …"
At this point, Meng Fuyao's unceasing flow of words suddenly came to a halt. Her heart sank inexplicably. She subconsciously looked up and saw Zhangsun Wuji, who had been silent all this time, slowly raising his eyes. His gaze, as deep as the sea, shrouded her heart. His gaze caused her heart to tighten, and she unnaturally looked away. Soon after, she lost all interest and did not want to talk too much with these people. She simply said, "When too many followers die, the Xuanji imperial court will also take action … Of course, I don't have to tell you this."
"Who are you, Your Excellency?" The White Mountain Chief stared at Meng Fuyao quietly, his eyes flickering. "Your strategy is good, but how do you expect us to believe you?"
"How do we believe you?" Meng Fuyao laughed. "With my martial arts skills, do you think I need to go through so much trouble to deceive you?"
Everyone was silent. Meng Fuyao threw out a snow-white object and handed it to the Chief White Mountain Chief Leader. "Some things need money and people to back them up. This is for you. Take it to any medicinal hall called Guangde. As you know, there are Guangde medicinal halls all over the world. You can ask for money, people, food, and drinks from them. Just don't ask for it recklessly. When you're done, send someone to Tong City and bury it at the foot of the city wall. I'll send someone to retrieve it."
The Chief White Mountain Chief Leader nodded and carefully kept the belt. Meng Fuyao warned again, "If you break it or lose it, I'll kill your entire family."
She stared at the Chief White Mountain Chief Leader as he kept the belt even more carefully. Smiling casually, she said, "Actually, I have a spy on the Eleventh Prince …"
Everyone exclaimed in surprise and looked at her with burning eyes.
Meng Fuyao continued, "I heard that the Eleventh Prince recently promised that anyone who reports the contents of your gathering will be rewarded with a sixth-rank martial title …"
"Ah!" The crowd gasped again, but before they could finish, Meng Fuyao suddenly burst into laughter and reached out her hand like lightning!
"It's you!"
There was a scream in her laughter. Then, a black shadow flashed, and something seemed to be thrown out, spinning in the air and about to land. Before anyone could see what it was, Zhangsun Wuji's eyes suddenly flashed. He waved his sleeves, which were as soft as a silk net, and caught the thing in his sleeves. The thing rolled softly in his sleeves, and then he shook it very casually but very carefully, and it went straight into a deep valley on the side without disturbing even a blade of grass.
Then, there was a loud boom that shook the ground. After a while, black smoke rose from the deep valley, forming a small black-red cloud above the platform. In an instant, the pungent smell of gunpowder and gunpowder spread in the air, mixing with the gray fog and obscuring the originally bright sunlight on the platform.
Giant Thunder Bomb!
Another wave of exclamations sounded. It was obvious that this thing was prepared for them. The platform was only so big, and as long as it was thrown into the crowd, two people would die. Twelve people would die, a dozen people would die. Not even Da Luo Jin Xian would be able to escape.
The smoke gradually dissipated, revealing Meng Fuyao's figure. Her hand was tightly gripping the throat of a skinny man. Someone shouted angrily, "Isn't that the deputy leader of the Feihong Society?"
"So it's a spy!"
The crowd was enraged, and the content of their greetings once again escalated to the important parts of their mothers, sisters, and aunts. This time, they had a direct target. Thus, the deputy leader's great-grandmother was dug out from the grave and made intimate contact with the heroes.
The skinny man was still trying to survive. He struggled and shouted, "No, no! I'm innocent! I'm innocent! "
Meng Fuyao laughed and lifted his hand. Between her fingers was the black powder of the Thunder Bomb. The standard of firearms in this era was average, and the gun was no more than a long tube. The Thunder Bomb's appearance was rough, so it was inevitable that it would stick to her hand.
"If it's not a spy, why are you so nervous when I say I have a spy with the Eleventh Prince? If it's not a spy, why are you so excited when I say there's a sixth-ranked martial artist? " Meng Fuyao swung her hand and threw the guy to the White Mountain Branch Leader. "This is the third thing I want to do. With so many people, it's hard to avoid a mix of good and bad people. There's definitely a spy in this gathering, and I've uncovered him. Do you know how to be careful in the future?"
The White Mountain Branch Leader nodded silently and took a step back to show his respect. Meng Fuyao clapped her hands and said, "That's it then. Go do your own things. Don't try to find me. I'll send someone to contact you when I have the time."
She strode through the crowd, leaving as quickly as she came. The crowd silently made way for her. They were a little perplexed, but they were more impressed by the leader who had appeared out of nowhere. She was highly skilled in martial arts, adept at scheming, and full of tricks that they would never have thought of. She had easily saved their lives, but they had no idea why she had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and interfered.
Although they were all rough men, they knew that there was a kind of person who could control the whole situation from a high vantage point, looking down on the wind and clouds, and trampling everything beneath her feet. She was not someone they could look up to, so they just had to listen.
Meng Fuyao walked indifferently under the respectful gazes of the men from the North of Xuanji Region. She looked at the sky that was already turning yellow, and the clouds were surging. She frowned and thought to herself, 'It looks like I'll have to sleep in the mountains tonight.' She turned to look at Zhangsun Wuji and wanted to say something, but suddenly felt that she did not know what to say.
After a while, she sighed and continued walking in front.
Lord Ingot ran up to her and squatted on her shoulder, but she brushed him off. Lord Ingot continued to climb, and she brushed him off again. Lord Ingot continued to climb, which annoyed Meng Fuyao. She pulled a few wild mountain onions from the mountain wall and handed them to Lord Ingot, who was climbing again, to hug.
Lord Ingot raised his paws in surprise and hugged them obediently.
She searched around again and found a few spicy ginger flowers that tasted like ginger. She handed them to Lord Ingot as well.
Lord Ingot thought to himself, 'I want to be obedient. An obedient Ingot can pull that stubborn bull back,' so he continued to hug them obediently.
Meng Fuyao dug into her pocket and found a small handful of salt, which she handed to Lord Ingot.
Lord Ingot could not hold them anymore … His stomach was too big, so he could only hold them in his mouth.
After walking a short distance with great difficulty, they came to a forest by the side of the mountain path. Meng Fuyao said, "There's no place to stay tonight. Why don't we stay here?"
Thus, Tie Cheng diligently gathered firewood to start the fire. In the meantime, Lord Ingot kept hugging the onions, ginger, and salt.
Once the fire was lit, Meng Fuyao found two pieces of flatbread from Tie Cheng's bag and gestured for Lord Ingot to come over.
Thinking that it was for him to eat, Lord Ingot eagerly went over.
Meng Fuyao grabbed it and muttered, "It's about the size of a KFC drumstick …" She put the two pieces of flatbread together and wrapped Lord Ingot, who was hugging the wild ginger and onions, in the middle. She pulled a bundle of grass and a tree branch to skewer them over the fire.
…
Tie Cheng loosened his grip on the bag and it fell to the ground. He stared blankly at Meng Fuyao and asked, "What are you doing, Master?"
"Grilling hamburgers," Meng Fuyao answered indifferently as she turned the tree branch.
Lord Ingot finally realized what was happening and let out a shrill cry for help and a blood-curdling scream.
Zhangsun Wuji reached out and rescued the hamburgers from the fire. Actually, the hamburgers were still far from the fire. Lord Ingot was not even burnt by the two pieces of flatbread. However, the vile nature of the incident scared Lord Ingot out of his wits. That scoundrel had actually asked him to hug the onions to make hamburgers!
Lord Ingot hugged Zhangsun Wuji and cried his heart out. His tears fell like rain — Ah, ah, ah, Master, Lord Ingot, I really don't dare to help you anymore. If I help you again, I won't be making hamburgers, I'll be making hot dogs.
Zhangsun Wuji gently patted him and faced the fire in silence. A man and a mouse sat alone in each other's embrace, facing a certain someone's cold butt that was as unmoving as an iceberg …
After a while, a certain someone shook his butt and said, "I'll go gather some firewood. The fire isn't hot." Without waiting for Tie Cheng to stop him, he walked out.
Not long after, he suddenly kicked a big lump.
The lump was lying in the middle of the road. Being stepped on by Meng Fuyao, he shouted, "You stepped on me again! I'm really, really, really, really angry! "
Meng Fuyao bent down and stepped on his pretty, baby-like face. She slowly wiped the bottom of her shoe and said, "You might as well be angrier."
She cast a cold glance at the disheveled fellow. With one look, she could tell that he was skilled in martial arts. He seemed to be injured, and his face was pale. However, his face was really pleasing to the eye. His features were picturesque, so young that there was a hint of childishness in them. That childishness gave birth to a clear and bright elegance, like a shota that attracted people to commit crimes. Even with Meng Fuyao's current bad impression of men, she faintly had a good impression of him. However, she did not hold back. After wiping the left side, she wiped the right side, determined to make his picturesque features look like mud.
After cleaning the boots, she was satisfied. Just as she was about to step over his body again, she suddenly smelled an unpleasant fishy wind. The trees around her rustled and swayed, and then countless black shadows came out. The fishy smell around her became even stronger. She breathed heavily, and countless green sparkles lit up half a person's height.
Zhangsun Wuji's hurried voice could be heard. "Fuyao, be careful! It's a pack of wolves!"
"Hairy things!"
A piercing shriek pierced through the night sky, causing Fuyao's hair to stand on end and the pack of wolves to retreat in unison. Suddenly, the lump crawled up from the ground and, with tears streaming down his face, plunged into Fuyao's embrace and lay there motionless.
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