Hearing her greedy little temper flare up again, Mu Yunhe was both amused and annoyed. He patted her little bottom lightly and said irritably, "You money-grubber! You have me, do you think you'll go hungry?"
Luo Zhiheng sat up abruptly, her face full of indignation, and said angrily, "How can that be the same? With money, you can go anywhere; without money, you can't take a single step! We're two penniless people now, leading a bunch of penniless people, you know that'll lead to our demise?"
"Nonsense and fallacies, you talk too much." Mu Yunhe tapped her on the head, then said, "I'll give you some things later, you can sell them, and I guarantee you'll be able to travel the world."
Luo Zhiheng's eyes lit up, and she feigned modesty, asking timidly, "A few things will allow me to travel the world? How much can I sell them for?"
Mu Yunhe suddenly wondered how he could have fallen for a woman who loved money so much. It was utterly absurd. He couldn't help but say disdainfully, "Selling her would be enough to buy ten Mu Prince's mansions, and there would still be more than enough."
"Wow!" Luo Zhiheng counted on her fingers for a moment, then let out a scream that shook the heavens and earth. She pounced on Mu Yunhe like a wolf, shoving her face all over his body and howling excitedly, as if she were in heat: "So many, so many, so many..."
Luo Zhiheng made a fool of herself again, her IQ, EQ, and language skills all reduced to zero by the dazzling wealth. 1.
Mu Yunhe was aroused by her touch and couldn't resist touching her, kneading and rubbing her in various ways. At this point, Luo Zhiheng didn't know whether to resist or force herself on her, and she kept moaning. Mu Yunhe was so angry that he laughed, pinching her rather nice buttocks and laughing angrily: "If someone gave you tens of millions of taels of gold, wouldn't you be happy to sell yourself and help them count the money?"
"Do you have tens of millions of taels of gold? How about I sell myself to you?" Luo Zhiheng suddenly sobered up, but the words she uttered with wide eyes were even more foolish, stupid, and hateful.
Enraged, Mu Yunhe pinned her down, his legs wedging between hers, and forcefully pressed her down, slowly saying, "Make me do a losing deal? You were originally mine, and you want me to pay for you? What are you thinking, huh?"
Luo Zhiheng's face flushed slightly, whether from excitement or shyness, she didn't know. She felt that Mu Yunhe's gaze was so bright and beautiful that she couldn't look away, yet the undisguised desire within it made her afraid to look. Her breathing became erratic, and she turned her head slightly. Then Mu Yunhe's hand landed on her neck, hot and burning, making her heart race.
The two couldn't help but roll together, kissing passionately, eager to bloom for each other, giving themselves completely and letting go completely. But while the two were kissing so passionately, Luo Erduo, standing to the side, was dumbfounded.
She stared blankly at the two disheveled, breathing heavily, rubbing against each other, and felt her mouth go dry. Her eyes were unfocused, her breathing rapid, and she felt incredibly hot all over. Her hidden little round ears began to burn and itch. She nervously turned her head towards her ears, but couldn't stop the itch. Gradually, a doe-like mist appeared in Luo Erduo's clear, bright eyes, along with a wild, restless restlessness.
She was a vixen herself, and everyone called her a seductive fox spirit, which wasn't an exaggeration. Vixens are naturally sensitive to such things. At this moment, Luo Erduo seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, as if she wanted to scratch herself raw. It was too painful, and she couldn't help it. Her round little ears showed signs of tearing, and gradually, tiny little pointed ears appeared, then more, until finally they grew out completely.
The ears returned to normal, but were no longer under control.
In that instant, Luo Erduo, who had been cowering in the corner, suddenly sprang to life, smashing the table in the carriage with a fit of rage. Her delicate, seductive voice rang out in a sharp, piercing tone: "Hehehe, it's so lively! It's making me so itchy! I really want some! Little master, you don't mind if you eat the meat yourself, but give me a sip of soup, right?"
The two people, still passionately entwined, instantly snapped out of their daze and stared blankly at Luo Erduo. When they saw Luo Erduo's alluring and dreamy gaze and her pointed ears, they were both stunned.
A hint of annoyance flashed in Mu Yunhe's eyes as he cursed under his breath, "I was careless! How could I forget about the lewdness of this thing?"
Before Luo Zhiheng could ask what "lust" or "sexuality" meant, she saw Luo Erduo lunging towards Mu Yunhe. Instinctively, she reached for her waist and drew her sword. Mu Yunhe also kicked Luo Erduo and angrily said, "Calm down, or I'll kill you!"
"Kill me, handsome man, I'll die beneath you, even as a ghost I'll be dashing!" Luo Erduo let out a wanton, seductive growl, her words causing Luo Zhiheng's hand, which had drawn her sword, to tremble.
Luo Erduo...you are the true heroine!
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339 A terrifying ordeal on the street! Four arrows to save my life! You are the antidote, give yourself to me!
Updated: 2013-09-21 12:48:53 Word Count: 7677
While Luo Zhiheng was stunned by Luo Erduo's bold words, Mu Yunhe had already been grabbed by Luo Erduo and was being forced to kiss Mu Yunhe's thin lips. Mu Yunhe threw a punch, but Luo Erduo caught it firmly and controlled it in her hand, even giving it a couple of ambiguous caresses.
Mu Yunhe's face instantly turned ugly.
Luo Erduo giggled and said, "Are you throwing yourself into my arms? I love it! Come on, give me a kiss!"
Zhi Zhang remained silent. Mu Yunhe rebuked, "Luo Erduo, have you gone mad? Have you forgotten who I am? Let me go, and I will spare your life."
His voice sounded so angry and manic, even carrying a strong threat, but Kolo's ears were not afraid at all; instead, they became even more arrogant: "Then kill me! But even if I die, I will have you. If you don't let me have my way, I will haunt you even as a ghost."
Mu Yunhe felt a headache coming on. How could he have forgotten that this little fox spirit was naturally lewd and couldn't tolerate the slightest stimulation? Once her lust was aroused, she would be very difficult to control, because at that moment, she had no reason whatsoever. Even if Luo Zhiheng was just a master she didn't respect, she wouldn't take someone like Mu Yunhe, who could subdue her, seriously.
Luo Erduo hugged Mu Yunhe even tighter, her soft body writhing seductively, eagerly trying to arouse his interest. However, Mu Yunhe remained unmoved, completely uninterested in her advances. Soon, Luo Erduo shrieked impatiently, "Why aren't you reacting? Don't you like me? I'm prettier than Luo Zhiheng, more alluring, more voluptuous, and more charming! If you want me, I can give it to you right away. Can Luo Zhiheng do that?"
Luo Zhiheng's lips and eyebrows twitched. She simply couldn't compare the clean, cute, and silly Luo Erduo with the woman in front of her, who was so seductive and alluring. The difference was simply too great. This woman in front of her was actually similar to the woman from that night.
Luo Erduo's words left Luo Zhiheng feeling helpless, amused, and angry: "Why can't I? You blatantly stole my man, do you think I'll let you get away with it? Let go of Mu Yunhe right now. Otherwise, I'll chop you in half with one sword."
Luo Erduo's narrow, fox-like eyes narrowed, revealing a look of utter disdain and contempt. He sized Luo Zhiheng up and down for a moment, then snorted coldly and said contemptuously, "How can a little bun compare to me? And your face is clearly not as pretty as mine. Besides, if you were capable, how come you're still a virgin? Mu Yunhe was clearly aroused just now, proving he's normal. And you're still a virgin in this situation, which proves you're not good enough! Since you're not good enough, then get lost and let someone who is. I'm willing to provide pleasure for Mu Yunhe."
This blatant comparison, the stark contrast, the contemptuous gaze, and the sarcastic tone thoroughly enraged Luo Zhiheng.
It wasn't that she and Mu Yunhe were incompatible; she knew Mu Yunhe had feelings for her, and she wasn't unresponsive or moved. It was just that they weren't really suited for that kind of thing before, and they never had the opportunity. But that didn't mean they would always be like that. How did it become Luo Erduo's point of ridicule now?
What's most infuriating is that the little fox spirit now looks exactly like the guy who tried to steal her cane that night. Is this the true nature of the little fox spirit? She's still just as deserving of a beating and abuse! She had actually been deceived by the little fox spirit's cute and innocent face before. Now, being humiliated and mocked by her own pet like this, Luo Zhiheng was furious.
"Quite the self-righteous and sharp-tongued one, then let me see if you can still hold your own against my blade!" Luo Zhiheng sneered, pointing her sword at Mu Yunhe. In a flash, the blade slashed straight at Luo's arm, seemingly oblivious to Mu Yunhe's stance, as if she had been driven mad with rage.
When Luo Erduo came into contact with that sharp blade at such close range for the first time, his pupils constricted, a fleeting greed quickly turning into deep apprehension. He knew it was a fine blade, yet he had completely forgotten that its owner was a cruel man at heart.
The swords flashed, their sharp edges fully revealed. In the blink of an eye, the blades arrived, their tips not yet fully extended, their edge already sharp. If Luo Erduo didn't dodge, she would risk losing an arm. Her arm was gripping Mu Yunhe's waist; even if she dodged, she would still perish.
This is a dilemma: a handsome man or an arm? How should she choose?
As it turns out, even beasts have reason, and beasts in heat are no exception. What they care about most is their own safety.
So Luo Erduo withdrew her hand without saying a word and pushed Mu Yunhe back, viciously trying to make Luo Zhiheng hurt Mu Yunhe so that Luo Zhiheng would be heartbroken.
Mu Yunhe twisted his toes, turning his body sharply to the side. At the same time, Luo Zhiheng quickly turned the blade to the other side. The two of them turned in opposite directions almost simultaneously, instantly widening the gap between them by a fraction of a second, both of which could save Mu Yunhe's life!
Without absolute confidence and mutual trust, even this one-thousandth of a second distance would never have existed! Even if Mu Yunhe had hesitated for the slightest, or Luo Zhiheng had shown the slightest weakness, the knife would have undoubtedly struck Mu Yunhe's back, leaving a bloody wound. But because of their mutual understanding and trust, they maintained a distance of an extremely subtle margin, like the blink of an eye between water and sky, allowing them to safely weather the crisis.
"How is this possible?!" Luo Erduo exclaimed, her sharp voice still carrying a hint of allure, but it sounded somewhat distorted and broken due to her shock!
Mu Yunhe slammed onto the overturned low table with a thud, the impact instantly contorting his handsome face into a grimace. His ribs struck the table corner, the sharp edge nearly piercing his chest with the force of the impact, causing him to groan softly, the muffled sound carrying an air of profound pain.
Luo Zhiheng's blade cleaved a gash in one side of the carriage, instantly splitting the entire side of the carriage as if it had been cut apart. The carriage wall was neatly separated at a visible speed, falling off inch by inch as the carriage sped along, and finally falling completely behind the fast-moving carriage.
The lead carriage suddenly encountered a problem, causing a commotion among the carriages behind it. Guards immediately rode forward and were shocked to see that the carriages were in complete chaos.
Luo Zhiheng swung her sword back, this time showing no mercy as she intended to kill Luo Erduo. Since this pet was disobedient and posed such a great danger, it was better to get rid of it. They couldn't keep them constantly in danger because of this ticking time bomb, could they?
A blade fell. In the flash of light, Luo Erduo screamed, clearly unable to dodge the sharp attack. Her entire body was slashed and fell to the ground, rolling around with a thud. She had been stabbed in the shoulder, and before falling off the carriage, her clumsy hand struck the horse's rump, instantly causing the galloping steed to become agitated. Her sharp nails also scratched Mu Yunhe's arm, leaving four deep cuts that ripped into his clothes, and blood immediately spurted out.
The horse neighed and galloped wildly, the carriage accelerating instantly, jolting and lurching dangerously. Mu Yunhe, struck again, fell to the ground. However, in their panic, none of them noticed the wound on Mu Yunhe's arm.
Luo Zhiheng was swayed and bumped against the carriage wall behind her. However, because this carriage was the kind used exclusively by the King, its overall structure was very special. Once one part of the carriage wall was damaged, the rest would also be damaged. Therefore, the carriage wall behind Luo Zhiheng was also swaying unstablely and looked like it was about to fall off.
Luo Zhiheng cursed under her breath, grabbed Mu Yunhe's arm, and seeing his pale face, her heart skipped a beat. She pulled him up forcefully and shouted, "The carriage is going to be ruined. We have to jump off quickly!"
The coachman had already been thrown from the carriage by Luo Erduo's palm strike and was now in critical condition. With no one to control it, the horse was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, galloping at an incredible speed, causing the flesh on the faces of the two men to tremble violently from the jolting.
Mu Yunhe's eyes flashed with a sinister light. His disheveled state was entirely due to his carelessness and lack of self-control, which ironically brought him to a vivid moment. Things that appear weak, cute, and innocent are not necessarily without danger; often, the more vulnerable they are, the more dangerous they are, because they are too adept at concealing their true nature!
With no other choice, Mu Yunhe grabbed Luo Zhiheng's hand and stood up. Without saying a word, he tried to jump down. He would get hurt if he jumped, but it was better than being destroyed along with the carriage.
The sound of galloping hooves came from behind, and a dignified, cold voice, tinged with anxiety, rang out: "Young Prince, jump without worry, I will catch you."
It's my uncle!
Mu Yunhe was overjoyed. Before Luo Zhiheng could react, he pushed her away. It was better to have someone catch her than to fall and get hurt, especially since the person was his uncle.
"Uncle, catch Aheng first." In the critical moment, Mu Yunhe gave Luo Zhiheng the chance to survive. His actions were decisive and smooth, but they were not heartless; rather, they were full of concern and care.
"I don't..." Luo Zhiheng didn't even have time to finish a sentence before Mu Yunhe pushed her down. The wind whistled past her ears like swords, stinging her cheeks and nerves. As she tried to defend herself, her body twisted in mid-air, contorting into an unbelievable arc. That arc made her realize how out of control the carriage was, and how dangerous it was inside. 1.
Almost in the blink of an eye, she flew out of the carriage, and the crazed horse took the carriage out of her sight, along with Mu Yunhe!
The carriage made a loud crashing sound, and the wheels were teetering on the brink of collapse, barely managing to keep going. The immense pulling had already wrecked the carriage beyond recognition, and Mu Yunhe was being dragged along in the jolting carriage towards the bustling, crowded streets.
General Tong caught Luo Zhiheng precisely, but she froze for a moment before screaming, scratching away from General Tong's hand and jumping down, chasing after the carriage like a madwoman.
General Tong's face beneath the mask was ashen. In this situation, Mu Yunhe knew that jumping down would be tantamount to suicide, as it was far too dangerous! But not jumping down was even more suicidal. He couldn't believe Mu Yunhe was unaware of this, yet Mu Yunhe had pushed Luo Zhiheng down without hesitation. General Tong secretly resented Mu Yunhe's naiveté and his unwavering devotion to Luo Zhiheng. Catching Luo Zhiheng was instinctive, but missing the best opportunity to save Mu Yunhe filled General Tong with rage. He also came to hate Luo Zhiheng.
Seeing Luo Zhiheng relentlessly chasing after Mu Yunhe, General Tong felt a little better. However, he was still startled by the runaway carriage ahead and immediately spurred his horse forward.
Even though the horse was faster, no matter how fast Luo Zhiheng ran, she couldn't keep up with its four legs. After General Tong overtook Mu Yunhe, Luo Zhiheng didn't stop but kept chasing after him. That seemingly foolish action, however, was so convincing because of her almost suicidal speed and fierce momentum that none of the people chasing behind dared to laugh at or criticize her.
Despite the violent jolting and shaking, Mu Yunhe remained remarkably calm. However, the carriage had already entered the bustling city center, which was full of people. She had to shout loudly at the people to get out of the way, and in an instant, the entire street descended into chaos.
Amidst the screams, there were also curses and accusations. Mu Yunhe's temples throbbed with veins. Despite the violent jolting and near-unsteadiness, he struggled to climb towards the carriage shaft, attempting to grab the lost reins and tame the rampaging horse. But his frail body nearly fell off several times; if he had, he might not have died, but he would certainly have been maimed.
Stumbling, he grabbed the reins, endured the sharp, dull pain in his chest, and sat up, pulling the reins back with all his might. But the enraged horse was also struggling violently, neighing even more indignantly, and galloping wildly, overturning countless stalls and injuring several people along the way.
Seeing that the situation was getting increasingly out of control, Mu Yunhe could no longer easily give up. As a diviner, he could not harm innocent lives, otherwise he would be punished by heaven.
Mu Yunhe's eyes were almost red, but the child who suddenly appeared in front of him still made him unable to calm down.
The children playing in the street knew to dodge the rampaging carriage, but after a group of older children scattered quickly, the little child didn't know to move aside. Seeing the carriage approaching, the child stood frozen in fear, clutching a small clay figurine—an innocent and fragile little life.
Mu Yunhe's eyes instantly reddened, the veins on his hands gripping the reins bulging, sweat trickling down his handsome face and dripping from his sensual chin. He abruptly stood up from the jolting carriage, risking being thrown off; his feet visibly left the carriage shaft as he was jolted. He forcefully pulled the reins to the left, trying to steer the horse to the left and avoid the child. To the left, there was a house with a horse post and stone wall outside.
Once the carriage is loaded, it will immediately fall apart, causing people and horses to fall over, and perhaps even die on the spot!
But beasts don't understand human speech, let alone a beast that has gone mad. Even someone like Mu Yunhe couldn't easily control a mad beast. Mu Yunhe could command hundreds of beasts, but that spell required a long time to accumulate before it could be activated, and it commanded the beasts within a thousand miles to assist him. If he were to cast that spell in a busy urban area, it would likely trigger even greater violence and disaster. He had no advantage in terms of timing, location, or popular support; he could only rely on his own power.
The child finally burst into tears, and everyone's eyes seemed to be fixed on this moment. Everyone looked up, filled with fear and apprehension, a sense of oppression and dread.
The carriage came galloping closer and closer. Who dared to step forward and pull the little child away? No one dared, and no one had the time to do such a heroic deed. Mu Yunhe felt an excruciating pain in his chest, as if it were about to explode. Anxiety, despair, worry, and helplessness filled him. He couldn't hurt the little child. Adults could survive being hit, but children couldn't. If the horse trampled over the child, that fragile life would surely end.
However, at that critical moment, when everything was about to spiral out of control and tragedy was about to unfold, a sharp arrow came flying through the air, cleaving through the invisible distance of time and space. With a whoosh, carrying unparalleled sharpness and edge, it passed through people's almost popped-out eyes and, with a decisive and steady strike, landed on the inside front thigh of the mad horse.
The horse suddenly stopped, its hind legs kicking wildly backward, screaming and breathing hot air. The excruciating pain in its forelegs caused the horse to pause for a moment, and in that instant, Mu Yunhe had his chance.
Seeing the incredibly precise arrow still buzzing and trembling on the horse's leg, his heart seemed to tremble along with it. He didn't turn around to see who had shot this life-saving arrow at this crucial moment, but the corners of his mouth were turned up. This was because of the familiar archery, the strange marks, the tricky shooting method, and the fact that the person could calmly fire such a stunning arrow at such a critical moment. He couldn't think of anyone else but Luo Zhiheng, and he had never seen anyone else with such ability.
Mu Yunhe spurred the horse to the left, bringing the carriage to a temporary stop. He dared not dismount, for the horse, already mad and injured, was unlikely to calm down and could easily lash out again. That would put the people here in even greater danger. Meanwhile, the child sat on the ground crying, clearly terrified.
At that moment, the child was less than three meters away from the carriage. The carriage could reach them in no time.
But now people were terrified, and no matter how loudly Mu Yunhe shouted, no one dared to come forward and take the child away.
And at that moment, the carriage started moving again. The horses were now even more frantic. Meanwhile, the person hot on their heels was none other than Luo Zhiheng.
Behind them, on a galloping horse, a woman with a supple waist was seen hanging upside down on the horse's back, her back almost pressed against its belly. She held a bow and arrow in her hand, and though she shot the arrow with difficulty and haste, it was very effective.
With a deft flick of her delicate foot, she sat up nimbly on the galloping horse, one long leg looping forward over its saddle, and spurred the horse forward at breakneck speed. Behind her followed the guards whose horses and bows she had stolen. Luo Zhiheng's exceptional horsemanship was already astonishing enough, but this arrow shot left them even more astonished.
General Tong was ahead of Luo Zhiheng; he was almost catching up with Mu Yunhe. But now that the carriage had stopped, he was naturally a little relieved. He couldn't help but look back. He wanted to know who could shoot such tricky and accurate arrows. His team didn't have such elite soldiers.
But upon looking at her, General Tong was dumbfounded. In that moment of stunned silence, Luo Zhiheng galloped past him on horseback, her figure slender and graceful.
The carriage hadn't started moving again yet, but there was another commotion ahead. Luo Zhiheng's eyes blazed with anger. She pulled three arrows from her quiver, nocked them, drew the string, aimed, and fired!
With a whoosh, three arrows shot out quickly, just like her smooth, capable, and mature movements. The three arrows shot out in a magnificent fashion, slicing through the sky with three whooshing sounds.
Almost simultaneously, the carriage started moving again, not aiming to turn, but galloping wildly forward once more. A chorus of screams erupted as everyone scattered, preoccupied with their own survival. Where was the poor child sitting in the center, unable even to utter a cry?
Mu Yunhe whistled sharply and tried to turn the horse around, but how could he be a match for the raging wild horse? Just then, a sharp pain shot through the wound on his arm, along with a heart-wrenching itching and unbearable burning sensation. The feeling quickly spread throughout his body. He breathed heavily, feeling as if he were on fire, hot and uncomfortable, and his strength was eerily draining away.