Chapter 44: He Means No Good

Pei Xuan hurried over from not far away and asked, "What are the Prince's orders?"

Ye Jinchen held out his hand and said, "Hand over your hairpin."

Seeing Ye Jinchen's loose hair, Pei Xuan frowned in distress and said, "Your Highness, this subordinate does not wear a spare hairpin."

Ye Jinchen raised his finger and pointed at the hairpin in Pei Xuan's hair.

Lowering his head with a wronged expression, Pei Xuan reluctantly pulled out the hairpin and handed it to him.

That capable, dark guard uniform paired with such an enchanting...

However, the crowd was already on the verge of getting out of control, pushing and shoving forward. Many bodyguards and managers were already losing their patience, and running into such an outlandish "male fan," they naturally had no pleasant expressions left to offer.

"Brother of the Dragon clan, stay away from the battle blade, it's dangerous," shouted the young Dragon clan man with short, fiery red hair.

While he was still speaking, Nangong Jin directly locked his throat, leaving Nangong Chengkai with nowhere to dodge. "I'll let you have this move." With that, he released him. Seizing the moment he was let go, Nangong Chengkai thrust his long sword forward, forcing him back. Afterward, Nangong Chengkai's sword momentum shifted completely, holding nothing back in a lethal style of combat meant to take a life.

Wang Yuan made a hand gesture, and the three horses immediately veered off the main road, plunging straight into the woodlands along the wilderness.

Going to the supply store would cost money. Yun Xi originally wanted to hold him back, but thinking that he probably needed to buy some essentials, she swallowed the words rising to her throat and quietly pushed the cart toward the supply store.

These two words exploded in her mind like a thunderclap. Yun Xi widened her almond-shaped eyes, opening her mouth to object, when suddenly a mass of energy rushed into her brain, as if trying to tear her mind apart. With a stifled groan of pain, she lost consciousness and fainted.

"In these turbulent times, let alone for the sake of all souls under heaven, even for my own sake, I, Li Zicheng, am bound to achieve great things!" The speaker was none other than Li Zicheng, the rebel king of the late Ming dynasty.

Yet looking back, Yue E hadn't fled very far before he himself had run off on his own accord. If Xi Yinghan were to chase after him now, wouldn't that render all his previous actions completely futile?

"As arranged by the commander-in-chief, Nangong Jin will temporarily act as the commander of the Tiancheng Guard," Feng Yue said, looking over at Nangong Jin.

Just then, a student in front of Li Haiyang stepped forward, and mimicking the testing method demonstrated moments before, reached out to grip a dynamometer-like instrument.

Jin Fanglong looked on with anxiety yet felt completely helpless. Every time he tried to talk to his son, he was brushed off with perfunctory responses. With no other choice, he had to shift his target to Murong Zhaoyun.

"What the fuck, who's causing trouble here?" At that moment, over a dozen men rushed down from upstairs, all looking menacing and wielding clubs. Leading them was a young man with his ears hung full of dangling earrings.

Leave? A bitter smile appeared on Fang Chen's face. At this moment, his connection with the Nether Evil Eye had been temporarily severed, making it extremely difficult for him to control it to a halt. Furthermore, he had secretly tried earlier and found it impossible to forcefully take the Nether Evil Eye away with him.

"Giddyup! Giddyup!" Xiao Pojun whipped his horse continuously. Dizziness washed over him and spots danced before his eyes, letting him know he couldn't hold on much longer. He desperately hoped to reach the Prince of Northern Liang's estate soon.

The broken sword was stabbed into the ground not far beside him. He stared up at the sky, which seemed somewhat dark, while his head felt heavy, as if he were simply too sleepy.

Therefore, the man did not hesitate at all; his fist punched forward with a fierce, whistling momentum.

"You really don't know?" Su Jingyu's gaze was fixed intently on him, as if trying to pierce through his pupils straight into his heart.

With that, Zhu Yan summoned a wisp of poisonous mist, condensed it into a dagger in her hand, and then thrust it straight down toward Zhou Ping's chest.

"When was he selected as a secret agent?" Xiao Bo asked. Secret agent affairs were not under his jurisdiction; they were managed by Gandharva, one of the Eight Legions.

"Take care of yourself, Sister. May we meet again in the next life if fate allows." Ye Yujin was reluctant to part, her face covered in bloody tears that looked both eerie and tragic.

Shen Yifei stood with his arms crossed, looking up at the gloomy sky and then at the unreachable mansion not far away. A thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly let out a self-deprecating, cold scoff.