“Ah—”
The man’s furious roar shook the heavens and earth. His jet-black hair rose without wind, snapping the ribbon that had bound it, while a ruthless killing aura froze the mountain wilderness in place.
Ghostly clouds silently emerged beneath Qiao Sheng’s feet, stretching out like a quilt to completely envelop his figure. In a flash, the mutated cloud sank into the ground and vanished without a trace.
Spurred by rage and danger, Qiao San luckily mastered his second supernatural ability—teleportation!
Everything happened in an instant. Just as Qiao San suddenly reappeared behind the other two fox demons, the figure of Shier had barely landed.
A sudden burst of sword light vanished just as quickly, and the soft sword swiftly returned to Qiao San’s waist.
“Ah—”
The man’s roar shook the heavens and earth, his black hair, untethered by the wind, scattered the hairband that once bound it. A cold, murderous aura froze the space of the mountain wilderness.
A ghostly cloud silently appeared beneath Qiao Sheng’s feet, then elongated in an instant, wrapping around his form like a quilt. The mutated cloud flashed and disappeared into the earth.
Stimulated by rage and danger, Qiao San was fortunate to master his second divine ability—escape technique!
Everything happened in an instant. By the time Qiao San suddenly appeared behind the two fox slaves, Twelve’s delicate body had just hit the ground.
The surging sword gleam flashed and vanished, the soft sword swiftly returning to Qiao San’s waist.
The two fox slaves, who had been flailing wildly, suddenly froze, then—with a loud bang—their demonic bodies exploded like dynamite!
“Twelve, Twelve…” Qiao San and Qingniang held the blood-stained Twelve in their arms, while the fox slave that had collided with Twelve had reverted to its original form, lifeless and motionless.
“Third… Young Master, I’m sorry, Twelve… deceived… you!” Her mournful voice was intermittent, accompanied by streams of blood flowing from the corner of Twelve’s mouth. The sight was so heart-wrenching and sorrowful that even Beigong Zheng, who had gritted his teeth and risen from the ground, paused in his attempt to draw his divine bow.
Time seemed frozen by grief, and the atmosphere became stifling.
Qiao San’s eyes grew warm as he took Twelve’s delicate hand, holding it as if it were her very life, and urgently said, “Twelve, stay strong, you’ll be fine! Third Young Master doesn’t blame you!”
“Third Young Master, I’m… a monster!” The words were uttered with great difficulty, and as Twelve finally spoke them, a look of relief spread across her sorrowful face, her stunning beauty made even more poignant by the blood.
“Ugh!” A spurt of blood gushed forth, and the little fox demon’s body stiffened before her face darkened, and she lost consciousness in Qingniang’s arms!
“Twelve, Twelve… don’t give up, Third Young Master doesn’t blame you!” Just by the fact that the little fox demon had stepped forward to block that claw, Qiao San’s heart had already changed. He held her unconscious body tightly, his arms gripping with urgency and intensity.
The kind-hearted Qingniang had already been reduced to tears. Having just shared a moment of spiritual and physical joy with her brother-in-law, she now plunged into deep sorrow. Overwhelmed by the emotional rollercoaster, the delicate beauty fainted and collapsed to the ground!
“Sister-in-law—” Qiao San’s face turned pale, and he was at a loss, flustered and panicked.
“Demon, prepare to die!” Just as the atmosphere was thick with grief and resentment, an extremely discordant voice chose to disrupt the moment.
Qiao San turned to see none other than the stubborn and nearly obstinate Beigong Zheng. Having narrowly escaped death, instead of showing gratitude, he once again acted like a madman, drawing his demon-slaying bow.
“You damn lunatic, Twelve is already unconscious, and you still want to kill her!”
Rage erupted like a volcano, and Qiao San set the two women down, roaring as he sprang to his feet.
Never before had he despised Beigong Zheng, who arrogantly believed he represented justice, so much. In the past, it could have been attributed to differing stances and misunderstandings, but this time, his anger burned from the depths of his heart.
“Hmph! This young master is here to deal with you, demon!”
Old habits die hard, and Beigong Zheng, with his long hair disheveled, delicate nose, willow-like brows, and peach-like cheeks, along with the unrestrained curves of his chest beneath his torn clothes, looked every bit a graceful young maiden. Yet, he naturally referred to himself as “this young master!”
“Bastard!”
Qiao San was so furious he felt like he was about to ascend to heaven. He couldn’t believe he had inexplicably become a demon. “Damn woman, I shouldn’t have saved you!”
His rogue nature flared up, and as he cursed, he strode towards Beigong Zheng, his towering rage even more intense than when he had faced the fox demon.
Beigong Zheng knew he was no match, but the family rules passed down through generations of the Beigong family were etched into his heart like a curse—Beigong descendants must slay demons and never retreat!
“Demon, take this!” The faltering divine huntress drew her bow. Despite the searing pain, her will, stronger than any man’s, held firm, and she successfully launched the “Invisible Arrow”!
“Demon my ass!” With a roar, Qiao San interrupted the divine huntress’s killing intent.
The Invisible Arrow whistled towards the “demon,” and just as it seemed the “demon” would fall to the divine bow, Qiao San suddenly crouched, flowing into the earth like a clear spring—he had literally escaped into the ground, leaving the divine huntress, now without a target, utterly shocked!
The divine huntress’s instinctive defenses barely had time to manifest when a pair of illusory hands emerged from the ground, grabbing her delicate feet inside her male boots and yanking hard. The already severely injured stubborn girl immediately fell heavily into the dust.
“Thud—”
The amorous and dashing Qiao San had used the girl as a “hammer,” slamming her into the ground and creating a shallow crater. It was clear just how furious he was with this tomboy.
The divine huntress was covered in dust, wracked with pain, and felt as though her body was about to fall apart. Yet, she still struggled to rise, but before her knees could leave the ground, another mouthful of blood sprayed into the dirt.
“Bold Three, if you have the guts, kill this young master, or the Beigong family will never let you—rest in peace!”
The divine huntress’s character was truly more masculine than most men. Even as a prisoner, she still maintained the righteous stance of being irreconcilable with evil.
“You?! Young master?! Heh, heh—” Qiao San’s raised hand didn’t deliver the slap. It wasn’t that he suddenly felt pity for her, but rather that he remembered something extremely amusing.
His hand tightened, and he half-lifted the divine huntress, bringing their faces within inches of each other. “Beigong Zheng, let me tell you, you’re a woman! A woman with big breasts, a big butt, and a small brain!”
“Pah! Rogue scoundrel, this young master is no woman, but the heir of the Beigong family, the divine huntress who deals with scoundrels like you!”
Beigong Zheng’s iron-willed and resolute gaze left Qiao San both amused and exasperated. The world was indeed full of wonders! It seemed the Beigong family’s education was truly formidable, having psychologically transformed a woman into a man!
The two of them stared each other down like a pair of fighting cocks, neither willing to concede in the battle of wills.
As the prolonged standoff continued, a faint sense of regret began to surface in Qiao San’s heart. Even now, he couldn’t understand how things had come to this!
With his shrewdness, why had he ended up in such a deep conflict with the authorities?! Wasn’t this just asking for trouble?! How strange!
“Shier, Shier…” Qiao San and Qing Niang each held one side of the blood-stained Shier, half embracing her. As for the fox demon that had collided with Shier, it had reverted to its original form, lifeless and silent in death.
“Three… Master, I’m sorry, Shier… deceived… you!” Her voice came in broken sobs, blood trickling from Shier’s lips. The sight was pitiful, the emotion heart-wrenching, even causing Beigong Zheng, who had been gritting her teeth while rising from the ground, to stop drawing her divine bow.
Time seemed frozen in sorrow, the space suddenly heavy and stifling.
Qiao San’s eyes grew warm as he tightly grasped Shier’s slender, pale hand, as if holding the girl’s very life, urgently saying, “Shier, stay strong, you’ll be fine! Master San doesn’t blame you!”
“Master San, I’m… a monster!” Each word was spoken with great difficulty. When Shier finally managed to say the two words, a relieved glow appeared on her sorrowful face, making her surprisingly beautiful amid the blood.
“Ugh!” A large jet of blood spurted out. The young fox demon’s body stiffened, then her delicate face dimmed, and she lost consciousness in Qing Niang’s arms.
“Shier, Shier… don’t give up, Master San will never blame you!” Just for the fact that the little fox demon had stepped forward to block that claw, Qiao San’s heart had already changed. Clutching her unconscious body tightly in his arms, he held her desperately close, his grip unusually strong and heavy.
Kind-hearted Qing Niang had already cried herself into a weeping mess. Just moments ago, she had shared an indescribably blissful moment with her young master. Now, she was plunged into extreme grief. The emotional rollercoaster proved too much, and the delicate beauty suddenly blacked out, collapsing to the ground.
“Big Sister-in-law—” Qiao San’s face turned pale, panic-stricken and flustered.
“Monster, die!” At this moment of sorrow and resentment, an extremely discordant voice had to appear and stir up trouble.
Qiao San turned around in shock to see the stubborn and nearly obstinate Beigong Zheng. After barely escaping death, instead of showing gratitude, she once again crazily drew her demon-slaying bow.
“You’re damn crazy! Shier is already unconscious, and you still want to kill her!”
Anger erupted like a volcanic explosion. Qiao San placed the two women down and roared as he jumped up.
Never before had he disliked the self-righteous Beigong Zheng as much as he did now. Previously, it could be said to be a matter of position and misunderstanding, but this time, his fury came from the bottom of his heart.
“Hmph! This young master is here for you, you monster!”
Indeed hard to change a habit formed over a decade, Beigong Zheng, with her disheveled long hair, small mouth and delicate nose, willow eyebrows and peach-like cheeks, and beneath her torn clothes, her freed bosom forming a beautiful curve, was clearly a graceful young beauty. Yet she naturally called herself “this young master!”
“You bastard!”
“Ah—”
The man’s roar shook the heavens and earth, his untamed black hair breaking free from its bindings, and his cold, murderous aura froze the mountain wilderness.
A ghostly cloud silently appeared beneath Qiao Sheng’s feet, then elongated like a quilt, completely enveloping his form. The mutated cloud flashed and vanished into the earth.
Stimulated by rage and danger, Qiao San had luckily mastered his second divine ability—the art of escape!
Everything happened in an instant. By the time Qiao San suddenly appeared behind the two fox slaves, Twelve’s delicate body had just hit the ground.
The surging sword light flashed and disappeared, the soft sword swiftly returning to Qiao San’s waist.
The two fox slaves, who had been baring their fangs and claws, suddenly froze, then—with a loud bang—their demonic bodies exploded like dynamite!
“Twelve, Twelve…” Qiao San and Qing Niang held the bloodied Twelve in their arms, one on each side. As for the fox slave who had collided with Twelve, it had reverted to its original form, lifeless and motionless.
“Third… Young Master, I’m sorry… Twelve… deceived you!” Her mournful voice was intermittent, accompanied by streams of blood flowing from the corner of Twelve’s mouth. Her pitiful state and sorrowful expression even made Bei Gong Zheng, who had gritted his teeth and risen from the ground, pause in drawing his divine bow.
Time seemed frozen by grief, and the air grew heavy and suffocating.
Qiao San’s eyes burned as he firmly grasped Twelve’s delicate hand, as if holding her very life, and urgently said, “Twelve, stay strong! You’ll be fine! Third Young Master doesn’t blame you!”
“Third Young Master, I’m… a monster!” The words were uttered with great difficulty, and as Twelve finally spoke them, a serene light appeared on her sorrowful face, her stunning beauty made even more poignant by the blood.
“Ugh!” A torrent of blood gushed forth, and the little fox demon’s body stiffened before her face darkened, and she lost consciousness in Qing Niang’s arms!
“Twelve, Twelve… don’t give up! Third Young Master doesn’t blame you!” The fact that the little fox demon had taken the blow for him had already changed Qiao San’s heart. He held her unconscious body tightly, his arms trembling with urgency.
The kind-hearted Qing Niang had already been reduced to tears. Having just shared a moment of spiritual and physical joy with her brother-in-law, she was now plunged into deep sorrow. Overwhelmed by the emotional rollercoaster, the delicate beauty fainted and collapsed to the ground!
“Sister-in-law—” Qiao San’s face turned pale, and he was at a loss, his hands flailing in panic.
“Demon, prepare to die!” At this moment of sorrow, an extremely discordant voice chose to disrupt the scene.
Qiao San turned to see the stubborn and nearly obstinate Bei Gong Zheng. Having narrowly escaped death, this man showed no gratitude but instead, like a madman, drew his demon-slaying bow once more.
“You damn lunatic! Twelve is already unconscious, and you still want to kill her!”
Rage erupted like a volcano. Qiao San set the two women down and roared as he leapt to his feet.
Never before had he despised Bei Gong Zheng, who always claimed to represent justice, so much. In the past, it could have been chalked up to differences in stance or misunderstandings, but this time, his anger burned from the depths of his heart.
“Hmph! I’m here to deal with you, demon!”
Years of habit were hard to break. At this moment, Bei Gong Zheng’s long hair was disheveled, his delicate nose, willow-like brows, and peach-like cheeks, along with the unrestrained curves beneath his torn clothes, made him look every bit a graceful young maiden. Yet, he naturally referred to himself as “this young master!”
“Bastard!”
Qiao San was so furious he felt like he was about to ascend to the heavens. He couldn’t believe he had somehow become a demon. “Damn woman, I shouldn’t have saved you!”
His rogue nature flared up, and as he cursed, he strode toward Bei Gong Zheng, his towering rage even greater than when he had faced the fox demon.
Bei Gong Zheng knew he was no match, but the family rules passed down through generations of the Bei Gong family were etched into his heart like a curse—Bei Gong descendants must slay demons and never retreat!
“Demon, take this!” The faltering divine huntress drew her bow. Though the pain was excruciating, her will, stronger than any man’s, held firm, and she successfully shot the “Shadowless Arrow!”
“Demon my ass!” With a furious shout, Qiao San interrupted the divine huntress’s killing intent.
The Shadowless Arrow whistled toward the “demon,” seemingly destined to end his life. But suddenly, the figure crouched and flowed into the ground like a clear spring—Qiao San had literally escaped into the earth, leaving the divine huntress stunned and bewildered!
The divine huntress’s instinctive defenses had just surfaced when a pair of illusory hands emerged from the ground, grabbing her delicate feet inside her male boots and yanking hard. The already severely injured stubborn girl immediately fell heavily into the dust.
“Thud—”
The romantic and dashing Qiao San had actually used the girl as a “hammer,” slamming her into the ground and creating a shallow crater. It was clear just how furious he was with this tomboy.
The divine huntress was covered in dust, her body wracked with pain as if it were about to fall apart. But she still struggled to rise, only to spit another mouthful of blood into the dirt before her knees could leave the ground.
“Bold Three, if you have the guts, kill me! Otherwise, the Bei Gong family will never let you off!”
The divine huntress’s character was truly more masculine than most men’s. Even as a prisoner, she still maintained her righteous stance, unwavering in her opposition to evil.
“You? Young master? Heh, heh—” Qiao San’s raised hand didn’t strike. It wasn’t that he suddenly felt pity for her, but rather that he remembered something extremely amusing.
With a firm grip, Qiao San lifted the divine huntress halfway up. Their eyes met, their faces inches apart. “Bei Gong Zheng, let me tell you, you’re a woman! A woman with big breasts, a big butt, and a small brain!”
“Bah! You rogue scoundrel, I am not a woman! I am the heir of the Bei Gong family, a divine huntress dedicated to dealing with scoundrels like you!”
Bei Gong Zheng’s ironclad determination left Qiao San both amused and exasperated. The world was indeed full of wonders! It seemed the Bei Gong family’s education was truly formidable, having psychologically transformed a woman into a man!
The two of them stared each other down like a pair of fighting cocks, neither willing to back down in this battle of wills.
As the long standoff continued, a faint sense of regret began to surface in Qiao San’s heart. Even now, he couldn’t understand how things had come to this!
With his shrewdness, why had he ended up in such a deep conflict with the authorities?! Wasn’t he just asking for trouble?! How strange!
With a sudden burst of ruffian spirit, Qiao San cursed loudly as he strode toward Beigong Zheng, his rising fury even more intense than when confronting the fox demon.
Beigong Zheng knew she was no match, but the family rules passed down through generations of the Beigong clan were like a curse etched into her heart—Beigong descendants must slay demons and eradicate evil, never retreating!
“Monster! Take this arrow!” The divine female constable pulled her bow despite her severe pain. Though the agony pierced her heart, her willpower, stronger than many men, allowed her to endure and successfully fire the “arrow without shadow!”
“Monster your grandma’s head!” Qiao San roared, interrupting the divine female constable’s killing intent.
The shadowless arrow whistled toward the “demon.” As the “demon” was about to perish under the divine bow, unexpectedly, the figure suddenly crouched low, flowing into the ground like a stream—Qiao San literally vanished into the earth, leaving the female divine archer in shock as she lost her target!
As the divine female archer instinctively prepared to defend herself, a pair of semi-transparent, ghostly hands suddenly emerged from the soil, grabbing the beautiful foot inside the male-styled boots and yanking hard. The already severely injured stubborn girl immediately crashed heavily onto the dusty ground.
“Thud—”
The flirtatious Qiao San actually used the girl as a “hammer,” slamming her hard enough to create a shallow crater in the ground. One can imagine just how furious he was at this tomboyish woman.
Covered in dust and aching all over as if her body was falling apart, the divine female archer still struggled to stand. Her knees hadn’t even left the ground when another mouthful of blood sprayed onto the dirt.
“Daring San, if you have the guts, kill this young master! Otherwise, the Beigong Clan will never be done with you—never!”
The divine female archer’s character was indeed as bold as any man’s. Even now, having become a prisoner, she still maintained her righteous stance against evil.
“You?! Young master?! Heh, heh—” Qiao San raised his hand to slap her but didn’t follow through. It wasn’t that he suddenly felt pity for her beauty, but rather because he thought of something extremely amusing.
Tightening his grip, Qiao San half-lifted the female archer; face to face, eye to eye, only inches apart, he said, “Beigong Zheng, let me tell you, you are a woman! A woman with a big chest, a big butt, and a small brain!”
“Spit! Wicked rogue, this young master has never been a woman. I am the heir of the Beigong family, a divine constable specially appointed to deal with scoundrels like you!”
The iron-willed determination in Beigong Zheng’s eyes left Qiao San both laughing and crying. In this vast world, indeed, there are all sorts of strange things! It seemed the education of the Beigong family was truly formidable, transforming a woman psychologically into a man!
The two locked eyes in a staring contest, like two fighting roosters, neither willing to back down in the slightest.
During this long battle of willpower, a faint sense of regret surfaced in Qiao San’s heart. Even now, he still couldn’t figure out how things had turned out this way?!
With his cleverness, why had he gotten involved in such a deep conflict with the authorities? Wasn’t this just asking for trouble?! How strange!
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