Opposite, under a black cloak, Juehun's face was so white that he looked inhuman, and a trace of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He looked seriously injured.
He covered his chest with one hand, but his face showed no concern. He only stared at Ning Yujin in Mo Jingxiao's arms. He raised the corner of his mouth, and his cold face seemed to be smiling coldly.
Ning Yujin didn't know whether it was because she had just taken the quilt away or something else, but she just felt a little cold and couldn't help but move closer to Mo Jingxiao.
However, his eyes squinted, but he still couldn't help but look towards Juehun.
When he saw her looking at him, he instead looked away and looked at Mo Jingxiao indifferently, with an ice-like tone: "After all, I am not your opponent."
Mo Jing's stern and cold face was sharply angled by the moonlight, and there was a chill between his brows and eyes: "You can obviously choose not to be my opponent."
"Oh, that will happen in the next life." Juehun stood up slowly, glanced at Ning Yujin casually, and then fell on the shadow guards surrounding him.
Those shadow guards surrounded him tightly, all of them holding weapons and waiting in full formation, as if they were going to execute him on the spot in the next second.
He snorted softly, and his voice became colder: "If you want to go up, let's go up together, one by one, it's troublesome."
But at this moment, Mo Jingxiao waved his hand and said in a low and steady voice: "For the sake of saving my princess today, I will not make things difficult for you. The shadow guards will get out of the way and let him go!"
"Save your princess?" Juehun's gloomy eyes fell on Ning Yujin again, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to save her, so you don't have to let me go just because of this."
Ning Yujin immediately snorted.
Of course, if she didn't have the same life, I'm afraid Juehun would have killed her with a thousand cuts. How to save her? Don't even think about it!
However, Mo Jingxiao's eyebrows did not move and his tone was calm: "If you save me, you will save me. If you don't save me, I will not save you. I never owe anyone any favors."
With that said, he held Ning Yujin in his arms and turned around. Regardless of Juehun behind them, they jumped away.
Some of the shadow guards followed and left, and some walked at the end to prevent Juehun from attacking. Finally, when no one was seen, they all retreated.
Juehun leaned on the ground with one hand and watched the two figures disappear completely. He breathed a sigh of relief and another mouthful of scarlet blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
My chest seems to be aching.
A figure floated behind him, and a low voice came faintly: "What? Going to Quan Ningbo's Mansion to stay overnight, is this the result?"
Juehun snorted coldly and sat down cross-legged to meditate: "You don't have to worry about my affairs."
"Then I don't need to remind you of your identity."
Juehun's eyes darkened, he paused, and then he said coldly: "Duan Ming, you don't have to talk in such a weird way, I know what I'm doing."
He is a killer. In his eyes, there are only dead people and people who are about to die. Everything else is out of his scope of consideration.
"I hope you really understand. Now people from Dongqi are suddenly very active in Daye. Don't delay your business."
"Um."
The dark shadow behind him didn't stop for long, his eyes glanced at Juehun, and then flew away a few times.
Juehun Qi sank into his Dantian, and he tried to use energy to heal his injuries, but the Qi and blood kept rising upwards and remained restless for a long time.
*
The autumn night is so cold.
Ning Yujin, who was only wearing an undershirt, did not feel the slightest bit of coldness. Instead, she felt warm all over, like the warm spring sunshine shining on her body.
She was completely wrapped up in Mo Jingxiao's cloak, and the surrounding was airtight. Her head rested on the sexy collarbone, feeling the solidness of the chest, and she felt a warmth that she had never felt before.
She had never thought that she, who had always believed that everything depended on herself, would suddenly feel that sometimes, having a man to rely on seemed pretty good.
Coming out of Quan Ningbo's Mansion, my heart had been ups and downs many times along the way. Only at this moment, it returned to its original position honestly, stable and calm.
Mo Jingxiao did not take Ning Yujin back to Quan Ningbo Mansion, but flew directly back to Prince Ding's Mansion.
Murong Xuan had been waiting for them for a long time. When he saw them coming back, he hurriedly came out of the house to welcome them: "Thank God, you are finally back!"
As he said that, he looked at Ning Yujin and couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Is the third lady okay?"
Ning Yujin was wrapped tightly, only her eyes were exposed, and she looked at him with wide eyes: "Mr. Murong already knew this?"
It stands to reason that this happened so suddenly, and Murong Xuan, who had been staying in Prince Ding's Mansion, should not have known about it so quickly. However, shortly after she was kidnapped, the shadow guard's large force came after her. Unless he had known about it for a long time.
Someone will be against her, otherwise how could it be done in time?
Murong Xuanqi opened the folding fan, shook it slightly, and said with a smile: "How could Zizhan know about this kind of thing? I already knew that something would happen, didn't you, Third Miss?"
"Me?" Ning Yujin pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled, "What does it have to do with me?"
Murong Xuan looked at her with some surprise: "Miss Third is joking again. Didn't you ask Thirty-six and Thirty-seven to bring the box over to the house to tell us that there is something strange in Uncle Ning's house?"
Ning Yujin twitched the corner of her mouth: "Mr. Murong, you are so awesome, you can tell from this."
When she was shooing away everyone, the way Cuilan looked back at her always made her feel uncomfortable, so she immediately went upstairs to let 108 handle her two boxes first.
However, she guessed that Ning Yuning was going to do something bad to her, and she could handle it, so she didn't think too broadly. She just sent the box because she was afraid that the valuables would be accidentally damaged.
You said that if Ning Yuning was really wicked and burned down the Wutong Courtyard, wouldn't it be too late to regret it?
Murong Xuan shook his head at her: "Zizhan didn't notice this. When the box was delivered, I happened to come back from the palace. When he saw the box, he immediately took the shadow guards and went straight to Quan Ning Bo
It’s home.”
"Huh?" Ning Yujin turned her head to look at Mo Jingxiao and said with a smile, "His Royal Highness Prince Ding has also changed his career to become a magic stick?"
After speaking, she quickly stuck out her tongue, raised her eyes cautiously, and glanced at Mo Jingxiao.
She was so proud that she said such wild words.
It can be seen that Mo Jingxiao's appearance did not seem to be angry. On the contrary, his eyebrows were condensed and he was a little regretful: "I shouldn't have let you alone in the uncle's house."
Ning Yujin's face froze, and then she laughed: "Isn't it okay? Your Highness Prince Ding doesn't need to think too much. If you hadn't arrived in time, there's no telling what would have happened."
After saying this in a haha, she quickly stretched her neck and looked around, then changed the subject and said, "What about Xiaoba? Is he okay?"