Beimang's cobweb elder, who was nicknamed Old Moth, shook his head and laughed. "The young lady's methods are ingenious, but unfortunately, her body can't keep up. She's continuously injured and won't be able to hold on for long. If the princess is more ruthless, she won't even give us this opportunity. With the three of them relying on each other, the young lady might have died silently on the way. It's a pity. The princess is different from us, who licks blood on the edge of our blades. She's more broad-minded. "
One-Section Willow glanced at the sturdy back of the woman and smiled knowingly. "Not only is she broad-minded, but her breasts are also slightly bigger."
Old Moth wasn't a sly official, but he didn't continue. After all, the young lady was a junior of the same clan who was favored by the Empress. Beimang had two royal surnames, Murong Baoding, who had been famous for a long time. Among the younger generation, there were also martial arts newcomers like Yelu Dongchuang and Murong Longshui. Their cultivation realms were even higher than Tuoba Chunsun, who had just entered the Vajra Realm. Although Princess Murong's looks were indeed a little out of the ordinary, she had a good reputation in Beimang. She was familiar with the local customs of Liyang like a scholar from the Central Plains. What was even rarer was that even though she was a descendant of the imperial family and had absolute arts, her temperament wasn't the slightest bit disagreeable. If it were any other lady of the imperial family who heard One-Section Willow's criticism, they would fly into a rage out of humiliation on the spot.
The woman who was as famous as Yelu Dongchuang was flipping oranges in her palm. For some reason, she thought of something. Her aunt smiled and asked her, "If Beimang annexed Liyang, they would inevitably be affected by the customs of the Central Plains. How long would the Beimang men be able to continue practicing martial arts? If they couldn't even hold on for a hundred years, what was the point of Beimang marching south? " At that time, there was also a princess who liked marten headscarves. Her answer was that millions of people would die in exchange for the unification of Great Qin in the next hundred years. It would be a profit, not to mention that her aunt's name would be remembered for a thousand years. No matter how lousy a shopkeeper or scheme was, it wouldn't be a loss. Murong Longshui clearly remembered that when the lady, who was also a princess, said this, her eyes were sharp as she looked at him provocatively. Murong Longshui's mood became a bit gloomy. During this journey with Senior Yi Liu and Spider Web, they were constantly harassed by that little girl. Yi Liu was obviously annoyed. In the dangerous battles, she had killed more than 30 innocent women and children. Even though she wasn't happy about this, she couldn't say anything. Beimang and Liyang seemed to be peaceful on the surface, but that was only because of the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. During the several expeditions to the North, the soldiers who died in battle didn't have time to bury their bodies and had to dig up graves. Over the years, the people of Beimang had dug up their graves countless times. They shouldn't implicate their wives and daughters, and the dead were more important. It was better to squash enmity than to keep it alive. Many of these universal principles were not worth mentioning in the face of national enmity. Murong Longshui had traveled alone to Beimang many times and had seen many children in the North. Even though their ancestors had stayed away from the chaos of war for generations, when Liyang was mentioned, they would all grit their teeth and look ferocious. There was not a single bit of innocence to speak of. One of the tribes spent a lot of money to buy a Central Plains woman who had been kidnapped to Beimang. She had been pregnant for several months, but she was cut open and died. A group of youths who weren't familiar with horse riding wantonly stepped on her corpse.
Murong Longshui, who suddenly came back to his senses, saw the scene in his field of vision and was clearly stunned.
A skinny girl carrying a withered sunflower walked over lightly.
The closest Murong Longshui got to her was when he was escorting a branch of willow to escape. In an alley, he was slashed diagonally by the little girl's hand blade. Even though he crossed his arms to block the attack, he was still sent flying several feet away. However, the girl did not have it easy either. She was bound by one of the twin cocoons of the spider web. Murong Longshui did not care about bullying her with numbers. After rolling, he bounced back up and landed a solid palm strike on the girl's body. The young assassin smashed through the alley wall and disappeared in a flash. Murong Longshui did not care about bullying her with numbers. After rolling, he bounced back up and landed a solid palm strike on the girl's body. The young assassin crashed into the alley wall and disappeared in a flash.
Murong Longshui did not have much malice towards her. However, this girl's disruption had delayed too much of the Taiping Commandery's plan. She had to die.
A branch of willow stared at the young assassin and said in bewilderment, "With her current pitiful state, there is still a slight chance of success if we ambush her. She walked out so openly. Does she think we are scared?"
Old Moth hesitated. "She most likely has a method of mutual destruction."
A branch of willow shook his head. "With the chaotic aura she exudes, she doesn't have that ability."
Old Moth said in a low voice, "I remember Master said that there is fate above aura."
A branch of willow immediately laughed. "Princess Murong, this girl is already an arrow at the end of its flight. I'll leave her to you."
Although he said so, the three first-rank masters began to spread out quickly. Murong Longshui, who was walking down the slope, was in the middle. A branch of willow and Old Moth were on the left and right respectively. They were prepared to surround the girl who had crashed into a place of certain death.
The girl who was carrying a branch moved her lips slightly.
She seemed to be calculating the distance between them.
The four of them looked up almost at the same time.
Between the girl and the three of them, an uninvited guest crashed down from the sky with a loud bang.
Amidst the commotion, the white-haired young man had his hands in his sleeves. His back was facing the assassin while he faced Murong Longshui and the other two.
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