Mo Ronyan spoke again, his voice low and cold, like mutton-fat white jade that had fallen into ten thousand years of mysterious ice. It was warm and filled with frost and cold.
"Where are the people?"
No. 7 raised his head and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp. He smiled softly and said with an inexplicable meaning in his hoarse voice, "I would like to ask the Third Highness why you came to save her?"
Mo Ronyan raised his sword, pointed the tip of the sword directly at No. 7, and said in a clear tone that seemed to have turned into ice, "Let her go."
No. 7 put down the tea cup with a dull crashing sound.
He suddenly flew up and thrust his palm towards Mo Ronyan's heart.
Mo Ronyan did not dodge, and met him directly with a palm.
In an instant, earth and rocks flew around the two of them, and branches and leaves fell all over the sky.
"Well..." No. 7 groaned and took a few steps back.
After he stopped, he covered his heart, and a trace of blood slowly escaped from the corner of his mouth.
Mo Ronyan's face paled slightly and his figure swayed.
He swallowed the fishy sweetness that surged into his throat, and his unwarm eyes focused on No. 7, "Where is she?"
No. 7 smiled coldly, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with his fingertips, grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it to pieces.
The next moment, a medicine puppet with stiff movements came slowly holding Su Ruotang who seemed to have passed out.
Yao Puppet's dark and long nails pressed against Su Ruotang's white and tender neck.
The ultimate black and white is eye-catching.
Mo Ronyan's pupils suddenly tightened, and his usually calm face turned cold, "Let her go!"
No. 7's voice was hoarse: "If you want to save her, you have to sacrifice your life."
Mo Ronyan narrowed his eyes, and his ink-stained eyes seemed to be filled with huge waves.
Seeing that he hadn't moved, No. 7 sneered.
He walked up to Su Ruotang, stretched out his pale paper hands, and pinched Su Ruotang's small and delicate jaw.
A layer of crimson blush instantly appeared on the girl's snow-white skin.
Her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.
Mo Ronyan's pupils shrank, and he raised his sword and pointed it at No. 7. His cold voice was full of killing intent, and he said word by word, "Let her go!"
No. 7 lowered his eyes and looked at Su Ruotang's bright and delicate face, with complex colors surging in his eyes.
His purple nails gently landed on Su Ruotang's white and tender neck.
With just a slight exertion, the toxin-soaked nails can scratch the girl's delicate skin.
"Third Prince, if you want her to live, I'll give you your life in exchange."
The sun penetrated the clouds and fell on Mo Rongyan's elegant side face.
In the interplay of light and shadow, the expression on his face was dark and difficult to distinguish.
He stared closely at No. 7's fingers on Su Ruotang's neck, with a menacing look on his face, "How can I trust you to keep your promise?"
A low-pitched laugh escaped from No. 7's throat, he raised his eyes slightly and stared at Mo Ronyan, "Your Highness seems... to have no choice."
As he spoke, he pressed his fingertips on Su Ruotang's skin.
Mo Rongyan Tongren shrank.
"What do you think, Your Highness?"
Mo Ronyan's expression was calm.
He looked deeply at Su Ruotang, pinched the long fingers of the sword hilt, and slowly turned it towards his neck.
No. 7 watched his movements and narrowed his eyes, "Your Highness, Third Prince, have you thought clearly?"
"If... I regret it, you will lose your life in vain."
Mo Rongyan took a deep look at Su Ruotang and said coldly to No. 7, "I can give you my life, but you must let her go first."
No. 7 sneered: "Your Highness's martial arts skills are so high. What if I let her go and Your Highness regrets it?"
Having said this, he paused and said, "Why don't Your Highness abolish this martial arts?"
Mo Ronyan's hand holding the sword hilt suddenly tightened.
Veins popped out on the back of Leng Bai's hands.
After a while, he slowly let go of his hand.
With a "clang" sound, the sword fell to the ground.
No. 7 narrowed his eyes, with complex colors in his eyes.
Mo Ronyan's fingertips slowly fell to the Qi Sea.
He circulated his internal energy, gathered it at his fingertips, and pressed down on the sea of qi.
"Mo Rongyan! Stop!" Su Ruotang suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.
No. 7's expression changed, and he raised his hand to tap on the acupoints on her body, pressing against her back to inject internal energy. There was imperceptible anxiety in his tone, "You don't want to die!"
He tapped Su Ruotang's acupuncture points, making her unable to move but able to sense everything around her.
But she didn't expect that she would break through the acupuncture points at the risk of having her tendons destroyed and serious injury and death.
When Su Ruotang spoke, Mo Rongyan subconsciously released the force from his fingertips.
But there is still a small amount of internal energy rushing into the sea of qi.
"Well..." He groaned, his face suddenly turning pale as a sheet.
A wisp of bright red slowly slid down the corner of his mouth.
"Ahem..." Su Ruotang coughed twice, her clear eyes like falling stars.
She looked at Mo Ronyan steadily and said in disgust, "How stupid."
Mo Ronyan curled his fingers and brushed the corners of his lips with his clear and clean knuckles. A smile appeared on his always ruthless face, "Do you dislike it?"
Su Ruotang looked into her bright peach blossom eyes, full of smile, "Yeah, I dislike it."
She squeezed the jade carving cat in her hand tightly.
It was the first time in her life that she had made a birthday gift for someone, and she didn't know if she could give it away.
Feeling the surging energy and blood in Su Ruotang's body gradually calming down, No. 7 retracted his hand and pinched her chin, "Do you love him so much?"
Mo Ronyan picked up the sword, touched the ground with his toes, and stabbed No. 7, "Let her go."
No. 7 grabbed Su Ruotang's shoulders and quickly backed away.
At the same time, several medicine puppets emerged from the bamboo house and stopped Mo Ronyan.
"Ahem..." Su Ruotang managed to stand still, keeping his eyes fixed on Mo Ronyan.
No. 7 leaned close to her ear, his hoarse voice had an inexplicable flavor, "Are you so worried about him? Aren't you worried about yourself?"
Su Ruotang turned her head, distanced herself from him, and said in an indifferent and distant tone, "What exactly do you want to do?"
No. 7 looked at Mo Ronyan, who was surrounded by medicine puppets and whose white clothes were getting more and more bloody, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Are you satisfied with my test of Miss Su?"
Su Ruotang looked at him coldly: "Madman."
No. 7 smiled lowly: "I am indeed a madman."
If I weren't crazy, I wouldn't be willing to become a poisonous person just because of a steamed bun you gave me when I was a kid.
I just want to live to see you.
But you seem to have forgotten me.
Seeing more and more wounds on Mo Rongyan's body, Su Ruotang's delicate and bright little face was instantly filled with coldness, "Let your highness go, I will follow you."
Hearing this, No. 7's eyes fluctuated violently.
The longing in his heart, for a moment, he wanted to take her away.
Hide it so no one else can find it.
He suppressed the desire in his heart, glanced at Mo Ronyan, whose white clothes were almost stained with blood, let go of Su Ruotang, "Miss Su, you finally opened your eyes for once."
Su Ruotang wiped her chin vigorously, and her fair and tender skin instantly became flushed.
But she didn't seem to feel the pain and still rubbed it hard.
Number Seven's ten fingers suddenly pinched into the palm of his hand.
In order to prevent her from continuing to abuse herself, he spoke slowly, "Miss Su, I have a message for you."
