“Ah—”
The man’s furious roar shook the heavens and earth. His jet-black hair, unbound without a breeze, scattered wildly, exuding a ruthless killing aura that froze the mountain wilderness.
Ghostly clouds silently emerged beneath Qiao Sheng’s feet, stretching suddenly like a quilt, completely enveloping his figure. In a flash of mutated cloud, he vanished straight into the ground.
Spurred by rage and danger, Qiao San luckily mastered his second supernatural skill—teleportation!
Everything happened in an instant. Just as Qiao San abruptly reappeared behind the other two fox demons, Number Twelve’s delicate body had barely landed.
A sudden flash of swordlight vanished quickly, and the soft sword rapidly returned to Qiao San’s waist.
The two clawing fox demons first froze abruptly, then—bang! Their demonic bodies exploded like gunpowder, shattering into pieces!
“Twelve, Twelve…” Qiao San and Qing Niang each held half of the bloodstained Number Twelve in their arms. As for the fox demon that had collided with Number Twelve, it had already reverted to its original form, lifeless and silent in death.
“Third… Master, I’m sorry, Twelve… deceived… you!” Her weak voice trailed off, accompanied by streams of blood flowing from Number Twelve’s lips. The sight was pitiful, the emotion heart-wrenching, causing Beigong Zheng, who was gritting his teeth while rising from the ground, to stop mid-motion of drawing his divine bow.
Time seemed frozen in sorrow, and space suddenly became stifling and heavy.
Qiao San’s eyes grew warm as he proactively grasped Number Twelve’s delicate hand, as if holding her very life, urgently saying, “Twelve, stay strong, you’ll be fine! Third Master doesn’t blame you!”
“Third Master, I am… a monster!” Each word was spoken with great effort. When Number Twelve finally uttered those two words, a relieved glow appeared on her sorrowful face, making her remarkably beautiful despite the blood, exuding a tragic charm.
“Ugh!” A large jet of blood spurted out. The young fox demon’s body stiffened, then her beautiful face dimmed, and she lost consciousness in Qing Niang’s arms!
“Twelve, Twelve… don’t give up. Third Master will never blame you!” Just for the fact that the young fox demon had bravely taken the blow, Qiao San’s heart had already changed. Holding her unconscious body tightly, he squeezed hard and desperately in his anxiety.
Kind-hearted Qing Niang had already cried her heart out. Just having experienced immense joy from spiritual and sensual union with her young master, she now plunged into extreme grief. The emotional rollercoaster caused the tender beauty to black out from dizziness!
“Madam—!” 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 interfere.
Qiao San turned around, only to find the stubborn and almost obstinate Beigong Zheng. After narrowly escaping death, instead of showing gratitude, he once again acted like a madman, drawing the demon-annihilating bow.
“You crazy bastard! Twelve is already unconscious, yet 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 Beigong Zheng—who always considered himself just—as much as now. Previously, it could be attributed to differing positions and misunderstandings, but this time, he was genuinely furious from the bottom of his heart.
“Hmph! This young master is here to deal with you, you monster!”
It was indeed difficult to break a decade-old habit. At this moment, Beigong Zheng’s long hair was disheveled. With a small mouth, jade nose, willow eyebrows, and peach-like cheeks, and under the torn clothes, her freed bosom displayed a beautiful curved line. She was clearly a graceful, charming young beauty, yet she naturally addressed herself as “this young master!”
“You bastard!”
Qiao San was so angry he felt like he had ascended to the heavens after being hit by lightning. He never expected to become a monster out of nowhere. “You damn woman, I really shouldn’t have saved you!”
A reckless aura suddenly surged. As Qiao San cursed loudly, he strode forward to confront Beigong Zheng. His rising fury was even more intense than when fighting the fox demon.
Knowing he was no match, Beigong Zheng’s family tradition—generation after generation of demon hunters who never retreated—was like a curse engraved in his heart.
“Monster! Take this arrow!” The divine female constable, despite her severe pain, pulled the divine bow with a will stronger than any man’s, successfully firing the “Invisible Arrow!”
“What monster?!” Qiao San roared, interrupting the female constable’s killing intent.
The invisible arrow whistled toward the “monster.” Just as the “monster” was about to perish under the divine bow, unexpectedly, the figure suddenly crouched low, flowing into the earth like a stream—Qiao San literally vanished into the ground, leaving the female archer shocked and alarmed.
As the divine female constable instinctively began to defend herself, a pair of illusory hands emerged from the earth, grabbing the beautiful feet inside the male boots and yanking hard. Already severely injured, the stubborn girl fell heavily onto the dust.
“Thud—”
The flirtatious Qiao San actually used the girl as a “sledgehammer,” slamming her hard onto the ground, creating a shallow crater, clearly showing how furious he was at this tomboy.
Covered in dust and writhing in pain, the divine female constable seemed about to fall apart, yet she still struggled to rise. Her knees hadn’t even left the ground when another mouthful of blood sprayed onto the dust.
“Daring San, if you have the guts, kill this young master! Otherwise, the Beigong Clan will never—end this with you!”
The female constable’s character was indeed as strong as any man’s. Even now, captured and defeated, she still maintained the posture of a righteous warrior determined to eradicate evil.
“You? Young master?! Heh, heh—” Qiao San didn’t end up slapping her, not suddenly out of pity for beauty, but because he thought of something extremely amusing.
Tightening his grip, Qiao San half-lifted the female constable. 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, big hips, but a small brain!”
“Pah! Wicked rogue! This young master has never been a woman. I am the heir of the Beigong family, a divine constable specially assigned to deal with rogues like you!”
The iron-willed determination in Beigong Zheng’s eyes left Qiao San both amused and helpless. The world is indeed vast, full of wonders! It turned out the Beigong family’s education was truly powerful, 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 prolonged battle of wills, 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 ended up in such deep conflict with the authorities?! Wasn’t this just asking for trouble?! How strange!
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