Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 839: Chapter 687

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

There was no doubt about how important Tan’er was to Meng Qianqian. On the surface, she was just a little maid, but in fact, Meng Qianqian regarded her as her own sister.

How could Meng Qianqian shoot an arrow to kill Tan’er?

At such a close distance, with Meng Qianqian’s readiness, Tan’er wouldn’t have been able to dodge.

"Young Madam!"

Shangguan Ling’s face changed dramatically.

Chen Long’s chest trembled too.

In his heart, there was only his sister; the life or death of others was of no concern to him.

But his sister cared about Tan’er, so if Tan’er got hurt, his sister would be upset too.

Therefore, he was also quite puzzled about why his sister acted this way.

Yet he didn’t stop her.

Lu Yuan gave Meng Qianqian a deep look but didn’t express an opinion.

On the other side, Duan Wenliang shouted in shock: "Ah ah ah! Yin Hu Guard! What are you doing? Did you aim at the wrong person?"

Xun Wu mused: "This is..."

Duan Mingyue pressed her lips and said nothing.

Duan Wenliang shook his shoulders violently: "Fourth Brother, look quickly! The Yin Hu Guard has gone mad! She’s gone mad! She’s shooting at her own people! Could she have been controlled by some wizard or something?"

The last sentence was a guess blurted out in the heat of the moment.

His voice was loud enough for everyone in Weiyang Building to hear clearly.

Shangguan Ling had no time to think too much; he made a decision between snatching the bow and using himself as a shield, choosing the latter.

Meng Qianqian was his Young Madam, no matter what she did, even if it meant his life, he couldn’t defy her.

Yet just as he shielded Tan’er, Lu Yuan suddenly spoke: "Yu Zichuan!"

Without saying a word, Yu Zichuan rushed forward and knocked Shangguan Ling to the ground.

Shangguan Ling roared in anger: "Yu Zichuan! What are you doing?"

Though it seemed long, everything happened in an instant.

He wanted to push Yu Zichuan away, but it was too late.

Meng Qianqian released the bowstring, and the arrow shot out like a meteor towards Tan’er.

It hit the target, right at Tan’er’s painful spot!

"Ah—"

Tan’er was sent flying by the tremendous force.

Meng Lang used Qinggong, leaped up, and leaned against the wall.

Tan’er collided heavily into him.

He let out a muffled groan: "Uh... You’re really heavy..."

Tan’er fell to the ground, an arrow sticking out of her shoulder blade, blood flowing down the wound, staining a large part of her clothing.

But astonishingly, her pale face began to recover, her baby-fat cheeks regained some redness, and her weak breath became strong again.

She was like a drowning person, emerging at the brink of death, finally able to breathe.

She gasped heavily: "I’m alive... I’m alive..."

Shangguan Ling was dumbfounded: "This... This is..."

Lu Yuan casually took the large bow from Meng Qianqian’s hand.

The tacit understanding between the two was long beyond words.

Meng Qianqian approached Tan’er and tucked her loose hair behind her ear, grabbed her wrist to check her pulse.

"It’s fine now."

She said, her expression relaxed.

Tan’er, still shaken: "I was scared to death... Scared to death..."

Meng Qianqian looked at her wound: "Does it hurt?"

Tan’er shook her head: "Not too much."

Not very painful was a lie. Meng Qianqian knew she was strong and didn’t mind the injury.

But she did mind.

She turned her head and coldly glanced at the Loulan Witch.

The other was also looking at her.

That gaze was like a dark ocean, bottomless, and just one look seemed to swallow her.

Meng Qianqian showed no fear.

So what if it’s a vast ocean?

The sky is boundless, the galaxy unlimited.

She would settle this account with him someday!

Meng Qianqian retracted her sharp gaze and softly said to Tan’er: "Let’s go to the side room and take care of your wound first."

"Alright!"

Tan’er obediently complied.

The two went into the side room.

Yu Zichuan stood up expressionlessly.

Shangguan Ling reached out his hand, expecting him to pull him up.

Yu Zichuan left.

Shangguan Ling: "No, you... fine, I’ll get up myself."

He got up and dusted off his clothes.

Meng Lang also rubbed his arm and returned to his seat.

With things developing to this point, even if Shangguan Ling didn’t understand Loulan Witchcraft, he could see some clues.

"Grand Commander, just now... was it..."

"Hmm."

Lu Yuan looked in the direction of the Loulan Witch and responded calmly.

Shangguan Ling inhaled sharply: "There actually exists such bizarre witchcraft in the world, isn’t this some kind of evil technique?"

Before this, Lu Yuan had never encountered Loulan Witchcraft. He had only seen records in his grandmother’s library, but they weren’t detailed.

Rumor had it that the Divine Witch and Loulan Witch were originally from the same origin but diverged into two major factions later.

Seeing it now, the witchcraft was indeed sinister enough.

Meng Lang grumbled while rubbing the chest where Tan’er had hit: "One practices evil skill, another practices evil technique, what kind of people come from Loulan?"

Shangguan Ling glared at him: "Is that necessary?"

"What’s wrong?"

Meng Lang asked.

Shangguan Ling snorted: "How heavy can a little maid be!"

Meng Lang retorted: "You don’t know how strong the force was when she shot that arrow! She really intended to shoot to kill!"

Shangguan Ling opened his mouth but couldn’t refute.

After a while, he wondered and asked: "How did Young Madam think of it?"

Meng Lang scoffed: "Do you think everyone is brainless like you, a pig brain?"

Shangguan Ling raised his fist: "Looking for death?"

Meng Lang quickly darted behind Chen Long, poked his head out: "I’m not afraid of you!"

"It’s not hard to think of, but to have the courage to try it, that’s rare."

Duan Mingyue sincerely admired.

He was also discussing Meng Qianqian’s arrow with Xun Wu and Duan Wenliang.

Xun Wu agreed deeply: "If anything went wrong, that little girl would have died, the consequences and risks she had to bear were too great."

Xun Wu had traveled far and wide and met countless people; he was long past being easily impressed.

But Meng Qianqian truly made him look at her with new eyes today.

Smart, decisive, brave, and quick-witted...

To say she was no less than a man would belittle her.

She could stand shoulder to shoulder with men, even among the best.

Such a woman could definitely compete against Ayimulan.

Tan’er’s little incident distracted some people’s attention, but only Princess Wanping focused entirely on the battle between Ji Li and Mo Yi.

The Loulan Witch temporarily calmed Mo Yi’s mind.

Yet when Meng Qianqian shot that arrow, the Loulan Witch’s evil technique seemed to temporarily lose effect.

Mo Yi once again fell back into the state of "deviation."

He swung the Tang Blade in his hand, and tears of blood fell from his eyes.

That look was somewhat terrifying, like a demon from purgatory.

Princess Wanping frowned.

She disliked these unpleasant things.

"It should end now."

Ji Li coldly looked at him, shedding his unserious, flamboyant demeanor.

With a fan, snow and frost filled the sky.

He, along with tens of thousands of flying blades, charged at Mo Yi.

Mo Yi was also waiting for his opportunity.

It was now!

Mo Yi slashed down at him with his blade!

The overwhelming killing intent was instantly annihilated, and the bustling hall fell silent.

Mo Yi’s blade tip dripped blood.

Ji Li’s folding fan was against his throat: "You lost."

He swung the fan, slicing the throat!

Ayimulan said: "Stop!"

Ji Li didn’t stop.

Ayimulan: "The Shang Family’s Military Book, I’ll give it to you!"

Ji Li’s fan blade sliced through Mo Yi’s throat.

Ayimulan stood up: "Hostages, I’ll give them to you!"

"What hostages?"

Ji Li’s fan blade didn’t stop, Mo Yi’s throat was bleeding profusely.

Ayimulan clenched her fists: "The Shang... family’s... hostages!"