Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 868: Chapter 713

However, she quickly stopped retreating and resolutely looked at Mo Yi: "Lord Mo Yi, if you block the way, then don’t blame Alina for the offense."

"Hmph, just you?"

Mo Yi didn’t take the little witch seriously at all. He didn’t even draw his Tang Blade and struck at Alina’s shoulder with his palm.

Meng Qianqian swiftly pulled Alina behind her.

Meng Lang, on the other hand, rushed forward in a step, punching towards Mo Yi’s large palm.

As the fist and palm met, a terrifying inner strength exploded around the two of them.

This was Meng Lang’s first time fighting against Mo Yi, whose sharp inner strength felt like thousands of silver needles piercing into his meridians.

From his arm to his shoulder, it was all densely packed pain.

The two separated instantly.

He retreated several steps, his forehead already dripping with cold sweat.

He clutched his left arm, gritted his teeth, and said, "This guy is much more formidable than Du Nu."

He didn’t struggle this much when fighting Du Nu.

"Lord Mo Yi is the confidant of the Princess Consort, his martial arts are far above Du Nu."

Alina kindly reminded, "Young Master Meng, you must be careful."

Meng Lang hesitated for a moment and said to Meng Qianqian, "Maybe I shouldn’t try to show off."

Meng Qianqian: "No, you show off."

Meng Lang: "..."

"Let’s go."

Meng Qianqian said to Alina.

Alina turned to look at Meng Lang, "Young Master Meng... can he handle Lord Mo Yi alone?"

Meng Qianqian replied casually, "If he can’t win, he should run. It’s better to sacrifice one than all three."

Meng Lang, who was about to make a move, was so exasperated by his elder sister’s "better his friend’s death than his own" ideology that his breath caught, almost causing him to stumble and fall in front of Mo Yi.

Alina asked suspiciously, "Is Young Master Meng your real brother?"

Meng Qianqian answered, "I suppose so."

Alina murmured, "What do you mean... suppose so..."

She didn’t have time to delve into it, needing to cherish the escape opportunity Meng Lang was providing.

Yet, unfortunately, they retreated back into the alley before long.

Meng Lang was fiercely fighting with Mo Yi.

Mo Yi’s assault was too fierce; he was struggling to hold on, and when he glanced back, something even more disastrous occurred.

He was filled with despair, "Why are you back? To join me in burial?"

Just as he spoke, he noticed something wrong.

At the other end of the alley, a large group of black-clad men with swords was forcing their way in.

"Great, we’re trapped. One big guy was already hard enough to deal with, and now so many obstacles..."

Meng Lang’s head ached.

The Capital City was in chaos; he wanted to return to You State!

"Yin Hu Guard, step aside, I will handle this!"

Alina resolutely stood in front of Meng Qianqian.

Meng Qianqian sighed, "Alina, you don’t have to do this. What Meng Lang said is right, I saved you and cleared your name only to win you over, I am using you."

Alina said, "I know, and I’m not helping you because of that. I told you, you have an aura that makes me want to be close to you. My desire to protect you is genuine."

These were her heartfelt words.

The first time she saw Meng Qianqian at the banquet, she was unconsciously drawn to her.

At that time, she frequently "flirted" with Tan’er, and everyone thought it was because of Tan’er’s enthusiasm, but in fact, it was because of Meng Qianqian.

She had an innate closeness to Meng Qianqian and couldn’t explain why.

Clearly, Meng Qianqian wasn’t necessarily a witch.

But even if she were, ordinary witches couldn’t make me submit like this.

She couldn’t figure it out and decided not to think about it.

For years, she followed orders, and now she wanted to listen to her own heart for once.

She took out her rattle, her eyes sharp, and shook it while chanting a short and mysterious spell.

The masked black-clad men who were supposed to attack the two stood dazed on the spot, as if their souls had left them, or as if trapped in a dream.

Meng Qianqian couldn’t help but think of the dance Alina performed at the banquet.

At that time, the entire court was largely in such a state, but even more obsessed.

So, it wasn’t a charm technique, it was witchcraft.

"I can’t hold on anymore—"

Meng Lang was no match for Mo Yi, and was slashed high into the sky by Mo Yi’s sword qi.

As he was about to crash into a pool of flesh, Meng Qianqian swiftly waved her sleeve, shooting out a mechanical rope coiled on her wrist, securely pulling Meng Lang back to her side.

Meng Lang fell to one knee, coughed heavily, and gasped for air, "Next time... can you... aim for somewhere else... grabbing the neck... will kill someone..."

Meng Qianqian retracted the mechanical rope, "Oh, it’s my first time using it, not very skilled."

Meng Lang muttered, rubbing his neck, "I’d rather fight him... which one of you wants my life more..."

As Meng Qianqian was rescuing Meng Lang, Mo Yi seized the moment to unleash a sword qi, sending Alina flying to crash against the wall.

Alina spat out a mouthful of blood heavily.

Her witchcraft had been interrupted.

Those guards... she couldn’t control them...

"You must go!"

She bit her finger.

Meng Qianqian grabbed her wrist, "What are you trying to do?"

Alina said, "With the blood of a witch, I can control them a while longer."

"It’s not needed."

Meng Qianqian said.

Alina gasped, "No, I must see you off safely."

Mo Yi and the masked black-clad men approached the three of them simultaneously.

Meng Qianqian flicked her finger, shooting a silver needle at Mo Yi.

Mo Yi tilted his head, effortlessly dodging it.

"Yin Hu Guard, will you come with me willingly, or shall I break your legs and take you away? I’m not the Princess Consort, I won’t be gentle with you."

Meng Qianqian said lightly, "Break my legs? You can try to see if you truly have the ability!"

"You people from the Central Plains, you always refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Mo Yi spun the Tang Blade in his hand mercilessly, slashing towards Meng Qianqian.

Alina screamed, "No—"

Meng Lang gritted his teeth, intending to block in front of Meng Qianqian, but it was already too late.

Mo Yi’s sword technique was too fast, like lightning beyond capture.

Meng Qianqian looked calmly at Mo Yi.

Just as his Tang Blade was about to strike her, a tall and sturdy figure suddenly appeared behind her.

A flash of sword light, sharp as ice, made Mo Yi close his eyes briefly.

Clang!

Mo Yi’s Tang Blade was deflected by the heavy sword.

The overwhelming inner strength forced him to retreat seven or eight steps, finally stabilizing himself by slashing into the bluestone slab.

He knelt on one knee and looked up, "Chen Long?"

Chen Long regarded him with cold eyes.

He held the sword in one hand and the useless, beaten apprentice in the other.

"Master, let me down, it’s embarrassing."

Meng Lang said.

Chen Long replied expressionlessly, "Even defeated by a person of Loulan, you’ve long disgraced yourself to Loulan."

Meng Lang pouted, "What a compliment."

Chen Long tossed him to the ground like a small sack.

"Ugh—be gentle, Master!"

Meng Lang fell sprawling.

Chen Long pointed his heavy sword at Mo Yi, "Let me see if your evil skill can withstand my sword sight."