Valle del Hombre Salvaje de Qingshan

Capítulo 24

"Put your clothes on, it's alright now." She didn't know how to comfort the two humiliated girls, so she could only try to help them put on their clothes to get them out of their predicament.

Mengmeng mechanically straightened up, put on her clothes and skirt. After she was dressed, she shrank to a corner of the tent. Mo Xibei sighed, thinking about how to take them away, but unexpectedly, Rongrong suddenly jumped up, grabbed the sword that someone had left beside her, and rushed out like the wind.

The men in the tent hadn't gone far when they heard the strange wind behind them. They all turned around and saw Rongrong's knife coming down. The quick ones had already drawn their knives to meet her attack, but as they raised their hands, they found something tiny piercing their pressure points. Their hands holding the knife suddenly went limp and powerless. Rongrong was quite skilled, and now she moved as if she were in an empty field, hacking wildly.

"Help! Something terrible has happened!" The young eunuch, who had entered the palace at a young age, knew no martial arts. He could only watch helplessly as the woman, who had just been slumped on the ground, hacked down all the people outside as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.

"What a bunch of trash." A few dozen feet away, someone said coldly. As he spoke the last word, the person appeared out of thin air in front of Rongrong. With a swift movement, he dodged the blade that was coming at him and decisively grabbed Rongrong's throat. The silver mask gleamed with a cold and eerie light under the cold moonlight.

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"Help! Something terrible has happened!" The young eunuch, who had entered the palace at a young age, knew no martial arts. He could only watch helplessly as the woman, who had just been slumped on the ground, hacked down all the people outside as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.

"What a bunch of trash." A few dozen feet away, someone said coldly. As he spoke the last word, the person appeared out of thin air in front of Rongrong. With a swift movement, he dodged the blade that was coming at him and decisively grabbed Rongrong's throat. The silver mask gleamed with a cold and eerie light under the cold moonlight.

Young Master Mu's hands were beautiful, with well-proportioned and slender joints, and each finger was as white as jade. Before Mo Xibei made his move, he couldn't help but think that it was such a pity that such beautiful hands were used to kill people every day.

Mo Xibei was a lazy person, so her sword did not point at Young Master Mu's hand that was gripping Rongrong's throat. Her sword simply circled around Young Master Mu's body in mid-air, blocking all possible escape routes for her opponent. The sword light was dazzling, like twinkling stars.

Young Master Mu raised his hand and pushed Rongrong away. Just as Mo Xibei's sword strike was about to seal him off, he dodged back and praised, "Indeed, not bad."

"You flatter me." Having succeeded in his attack, Mo Xibei had no intention of lingering and immediately sheathed his sword.

"What, you think you can just leave after taking advantage of me?" Young Master Mu hadn't expected this. His hand had already touched the hilt of his sword, but when he looked up at his opponent, the sword that had been waving around in front of him had obediently returned to its sheath, and the man was squatting down to look at the woman he had just captured.

"My master said, 'Be lenient when you can,' so I never pursue a fight relentlessly." Mo Xibei nodded, having gained the upper hand with a single move, and should have been smug. But when her gaze fell on Rongrong, that little bit of smugness vanished like the wind. A thick trail of blood hung from the corner of Rongrong's mouth. Young Master Mu's fingers hadn't snapped her throat, but she had severed her own heart meridian, leaving without uttering a single word.

"Rongrong!" Mengmeng staggered out, her eyes empty and lifeless. But there wasn't a single tear. Looking at Rongrong's appearance, a smile appeared on her lips.

Mo Xibei leaped up quickly, his fingers darting across Mengmeng's body. "Young Master, if you're not going to stop Rongrong, why are you stopping me?" Mengmeng smiled sadly, her eyes filled with confusion. "Living like this is worse than dying sooner. It would probably be cleaner that way."

“A person who isn’t afraid of death shouldn’t be afraid of living.” Mo Xibei took off his coat and covered Rongrong with it. When he straightened up again, his expression was indescribably melancholy. “I won’t let you die. Because enough blood has been shed. Whatever the reason, it should stop now. Don’t be afraid anymore. From now on, I will take care of everything for you. No one can hurt you anymore, and in the future, no one will dare to laugh at you.”

Mengmeng's body went limp and weak, and tears finally streamed down her face. Mo Xibei supported her and then turned to the eunuch who had led the way, saying, "Tell the Grand Eunuch that whatever he wanted, he has achieved his goal, but I'm taking my people with me. Now, please bring Miss Murong along as well." "This..." The eunuch hesitated for a moment, glancing furtively at Young Master Mu who was still standing to the side.

"What, can't you make the decision, Father-in-law? If you can't, then what I just said is null and void." Mo Xibei sneered. "But Lian Yun is my person, and today, I will definitely take her away."

"I'm afraid that won't be possible for Young Master Mo." Young Master Mu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up. "Because, as for Miss Murong, the factory supervisor has already decided to give her to me."

"Women are not objects to be decided by you. Lian Yun was betrothed to me in front of the entire martial arts world. Today she is trapped here. If I cannot take her away, then from now on, the name Mo Xibei will only be written backwards." As soon as Mo Xibei finished speaking, he pulled Mengmeng up and, in a few leaps, arrived in front of a tent. Just now, although the distance was a bit far, she had seen clearly that Young Master Mu came out from here. Of course, Lian Yun might be imprisoned here.

"Mo Xibei, do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Young Master Mu followed closely, his sword thrusting out silently, but the tent flap was still flung open by Mo Xibei. Murong Lianyun was indeed sitting inside the tent, but her delicate eyebrows were lowered, as if she hadn't heard anything outside.

Mo Xibei didn't have time to go into the tent to check on Murong Lianyun's condition. He just subconsciously pushed Mengmeng aside and then quickly dodged. Young Master Mu's sword almost grazed her cheek, and the wind from the blade made her face sting.

"Fine," Mo Xibei thought. This man in front of her, who only knew how to kill, was so unreasonable. If he insisted on deciding the outcome with swords, couldn't she just play along?

However, things can change in an instant. Young Master Mu only made one move with his sword before retreating to the side, giving Mo Xibei no time or opportunity to retaliate.

"I know you're not afraid of me. What do you want me to do to let you take Lianyun away? Just draw a line for me." Mo Xibei touched his face. His skin hurt, but he wasn't seriously injured. Otherwise, he would have been in serious trouble.

"If you can take her away, then go ahead and do so." Young Master Mu unexpectedly became polite, even gesturing for him to leave.

Mo Xibei wasn't without doubt, but Lian Yun was indeed the Lian Yun she knew. She walked a few steps to the bedside, leaned down slightly, and from a safe distance, softly called out, "Lian..."

"Miss Murong, your fiancé has come to pick you up." Young Master Mu also entered the tent. Seeing Mo Xibei's posture, he smiled and said, "Lian Yun, haven't you been calling Young Master Mo's name all this time? Now that he's here, if you don't say anything, he might leave."

"Brother Mo?" Lian Yun finally moved, raising her head somewhat blankly. When she saw Mo Xibei's face, tears quickly gathered and rolled down her cheeks like pearls.

"It's me, I'll take you away." Mo Xibei comforted her softly. He wanted to reach out and pat Murong Lianyun's hair, but as soon as he reached out, Murong Lianyun suddenly jumped up and threw himself into his arms, hugging her tightly.

"Alright, Lianyun, let go first." Mo Xibei felt very awkward for a moment, and struggled a few times, which only made Murong Lianyun's hand tighten even more.

"Lian Yun, what did you promise me?" Young Master Mu asked again at this moment.

In fact, when he spoke again, Mo Xibei already felt something was wrong. She thought of a martial art from the Western Regions that her master had mentioned, which could bewitch people's minds and make them work for her. When her master mentioned it, she felt that the principle was very similar to modern hypnosis, so she listened very carefully. It was just a pity that her master had never seen this martial art in person and only knew some superficial aspects of it.

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Subsequent events proved that people's senses are always very accurate when they are in danger.

Just a moment ago, Murong Lianyun was nestled tightly in Mo Xibei's arms, only able to cry. Upon hearing Young Master Mu's voice, she suddenly looked up, her gaze sharp and cold like a drawn sword. In her hand, she actually drew a sharp dagger, no more than three inches long, that she had been hiding in her sleeve.

“Little…” Mengmeng, who had been standing behind Mo Xibei, could only utter a single syllable in astonishment.

Mo Xibei hastily turned around and blocked Murong Lianyun's right hand that was holding the dagger.

"I'm going to kill you!" Murong Lianyun's eyes widened as she missed her target. She immediately raised her left palm and pressed it against Mo Xibei's back. She was still holding Mo Xibei in her arms, and the point where her left palm landed was precisely in the blind spot where a person's arm would retreat to defend.

Mo Xibei inwardly groaned. Her martial arts were far superior to Murong Lianyun's, and it wouldn't have been difficult for her to free herself from him. However, forcibly breaking free would inevitably cause injury. At this moment, she could only take a deep breath, shrink her body as she inhaled, and quickly crouch down. Simultaneously, she forcefully lifted Murong Lianyun's right arm, which held the dagger, with her left hand. The force caused Murong Lianyun to involuntarily leap into the air, flipping over above Mo Xibei's head. It all happened in an instant, but for Mo Xibei, it was enough. Using that moment, she broke free from Murong Lianyun's grasp, and the two quickly separated.

"Young Master Mu's scheme of using someone else to do your dirty work is nothing but despicable. It's a grown man hiding behind the scenes, controlling a woman to do it for you. Don't you think that's incredibly shameless?" After escaping, Mo Xibei's first act was to mock Young Master Mu. However, he didn't dare pause for a moment. Because as soon as Murong Lianyun landed, she staggered a couple of steps but barely regained her footing. Just as Mo Xibei spoke, she charged forward again, brandishing her dagger like a madwoman.

"You flatter me. When I do things, I only care about the results. As for the methods, as long as the goal is achieved, that's fine." Young Master Mu seemed quite satisfied with the situation before him. He was now leaning against a corner inside the tent, watching the excitement.

"What a pity about this game. I don't really like it." Mo Xibei laughed, using the opportunity to dodge and move closer to Young Master Mu. Suddenly, she drew her sword, completely ignoring Murong Lianyun's attack aimed straight at her shoulder. The sword strike was extremely close, and Mo Xibei's sword was always fast and ruthless. Young Master Mu quickly raised her sword to meet it, and the two swords clashed, producing a very faint but deep clang. Almost simultaneously, Murong Lianyun's dagger pierced Mo Xibei's left arm due to the force of the impact. The dagger left a long gash on her arm, all the way to her wrist.

"You're too impatient," Young Master Mu's voice rose. He gently tapped Mo Xibei's sword with the sword in his hand.

"But you lost." Mo Xibei smiled. Her appearance wasn't particularly exquisite to begin with. But when she smiled, her eyes were clear as light and shadow on water. To those who saw her, it was as if the brilliance of the sun and moon paled in comparison. Young Master Mu was slightly taken aback, and for some reason, the words "peerless beauty" came to mind. Little did he know that this single, bewildered glance had already decided the outcome of the battle.

Mo Xibei flipped her left wrist and seized Murong Lianyun's dagger, thrusting it forward. Her swords clashed with Murong Lianyun's, and the distance between them was less than half a foot. In this swift and decisive move, the situation changed instantly. Murong Lianyun tried to dodge, but it was too late. The sharp dagger pierced his right shoulder, and blood splattered onto Murong Lianyun's face.

Just like in their last encounter, after gaining the upper hand, Mo Xibei quickly dragged Murong Lianyun back to a safe area.

"Can I take Lianyun away now?" she asked, not because she was unhappy. Although she was also injured, in the end, Young Master Mu's injuries could only be more serious, definitely not less. Between two evils, choose the lesser. In Mo Xibei's dictionary, such life-threatening situations can be considered as gaining an advantage as long as you don't suffer a loss.