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"Hahaha, higher, higher!"
"Yes, be careful, Drunkard."
As she gave her instructions, Aoki Hime put in a little more effort, making the swing go even higher.
Wang Quanzui's hair danced wildly in the wind, and his laughter, clear as silver bells, echoed in the courtyard.
"I know, Sister Qing, push harder!" Wang Quanzui urged, caught up in the fun.
"There's really nothing I can do about you."
Aoki Hime smiled helplessly, and applied even more force to her hands.
After a while, the two of them got a little tired of playing.
Aoki Yuan slowed down her movements, and the swing gradually came to a stop. She and Wang Quanzui sat side by side on the swing, gently swinging their legs.
"Hey, Sister Qing," Wang Quan tilted his head and looked at Qingmu Yuan with curiosity.
"I heard from Dad that you're going to marry that little swordsman from the Mu family?"
Upon hearing this, Aoki Hime's cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes darted around, and she hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"This...this was decided by my family; I didn't know about it beforehand."
"Hmm? That's really going too far," Wang Quanzui frowned, his face full of indignation. "How could they make a decision without telling you?"
"I was quite unhappy at the time," Aoki Hime said, gazing at the flowerbeds in the distance, "but I'm actually okay now..."
"Hmph," Wang Quanzui waved his hand dismissively, looking completely confident.
"If all else fails, I'll help you get rid of this engagement when I grow up. If I can't, then your older brother will step in."
“My brother is the undisputed head of the Wangquan family, he must have a way.”
"Actually... I'm still considering it." Aoki Hime's voice was soft, and the blush on her cheeks had not yet faded.
"Yeah, too."
Wang Quanzui blinked and nodded thoughtfully.
"That Mu Qinghan seems pretty good. Sister Qing, you can consider him too. Maybe it will become a beautiful story in the future."
"A beautiful story...he..."
I'm afraid they're unwilling...
Chapter 23: Eleven people, all gathered.
Towering ancient trees
The branches intertwined overhead, so dense that it was impossible to get through.
The sunlight was dappled and scattered on the decaying leaves.
Several figures darted swiftly through the shadows of the trees, their clothes fluttering, trees snapping, and birds scattering in fright.
Lightning and flames, clouds and sword light intertwined.
The black blade tore through the flames, but was suppressed by the golden blade.
Deng Qiyue, who had just turned to stone, was kicked apart by Mu Qinghan.
After an unknown amount of time, the violent collisions gradually subsided.
As the fog dissipated, only three figures remained standing in the clearing in the woods.
The person on the left has a vertical pupil between their foreheads, while the person in the middle holds the Royal Sword.
The boy standing opposite them was holding only an ordinary wooden sword.
"Ouch, ouch..."
The Shepherd God was hunched over, one hand clutching his lower back, his face contorted with pain, and fine beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.
He was grappling with his opponent, his back wide open, when some scoundrel sneaked in and punched him in the kidneys.
"Who is this? They're so ruthless!"
What's your name?
Zhang Zheng wiped his nose, and bright red blood immediately seeped between his fingers. He bared his teeth, his tone tinged with grievance.
"During the brawl just now, your brother kicked me in the face, and he almost knocked my teeth out!"
"Who told you to be so underhanded, sneaking over there to try and ambush my brother?"
Mu Shenqi glared at him sideways, his voice trembling from the pain in his waist, but he still didn't forget to retort.
"He even tried to stab him in the butt from behind, he deserved to get kicked!"
"That was an accident!"
Zhang Zheng raised his voice in a hurry and gestured with his hands.
"I originally intended to attack his lower body from the side, but I was pushed off course by the aftershock of the spell!"
"Hiss... Waaaaah..."
Soft gasps came from the side. Wang Quanzui was squatting on the ground, clutching the back of his head, his hair disheveled and plastered to his cheeks, his eyes red-rimmed. "You stinky brother, you hit too hard..."
Just now, Wang Quanba was worried that she would get hurt, so he simply kicked her away.
That kick was incredibly powerful; Wang Quanzui flew through the air in an arc before crashing solidly onto the decaying leaves.
Don't worry about whether it hurts or not, just don't get hurt.
Minor injuries don't count as serious injuries.
Aoki Yuan looked at the tearful Wang Quanzui and gave a helpless bitter smile.
Her ability is spell suppression. If an ordinary cultivator gets within three feet of her, their magical power will become stagnant, making it impossible for them to cast spells. Therefore, very few people can get close to her.
But Mu Qinghan simply tossed her aside, and she fell down next to Wang Quanzui.
Aoki Hitoshi's gaze unconsciously fell on the quietest figure in the room.
Mu Qinghan holding a sword with one hand.
Even now, he still exudes an aura that keeps strangers at bay.
He lowered his eyes slightly, the blade of his sword pointing diagonally at the ground.
During each battle, he would become exceptionally serious, suppressing all his emotions and leaving only focus and calmness.
It was as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him, and only he and the sword in his hand remained in the world.
As Aoki Yuan watched, she drifted off into her own thoughts again.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on his profile and creating a soft halo.
From the moment she actually met Mu Qinghan, she knew he was very strong.
But when you see him fighting in person, you are still deeply shocked.
He's really amazing...
The thought quietly popped into her mind, and Aoki Hime's cheeks flushed slightly. She quickly looked away, but couldn't help but steal a glance back.
………………
Seven or eight Taoist priests dressed in yellow robes spread out in a fan shape.
The magical artifact in his hand flickered with a faint light, forming a barrier that trapped the girl in front of him.
The dry branches beneath their feet cracked softly as they approached the severely injured girl, step by step.
The girl, dressed in red and with bells tied to her feet, was surrounded. The bells jingled softly as she breathed heavily.
Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and her exquisite face was full of anger.
She clenched her fist, but could no longer muster even a trace of demonic power.
These bastards... I'm going to kill them all!
Humans... damn it, damn it!
I shouldn't have run away from my sister without her knowledge.
Now... what should I do... what should I do?
No, even if it means death, I cannot fall into their hands.
"Wow, how can this little fox demon be so well-developed?"
The leading Taoist priest rubbed his hands together, his triangular eyes sweeping unabashedly over the girl's body, a lewd smile spreading across his lips, drool almost dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Look at that slender waist, that face, that chest, hehehe, in all my years I've lived, this is the first time I've seen such a beautiful fox demon, I can hardly contain myself!"
"Fox with folded ears!"
A tall, thin cultivator on the right suddenly cried out in surprise, his eyes flashing with wild joy. He nudged his companion beside him, his voice trembling with excitement.
"This is the symbol of the Tushan royal family! We were originally planning to attack Tushan to make a name for ourselves, but we didn't expect to get such a great deal here. A royal bloodline was delivered right to our doorstep. Hahaha, it's truly heaven's help!"
"Little sister, don't be afraid."
A burly monk on the left slowed his pace, deliberately adopting a gentle tone, but his eyes were like a sticky spider web, clinging tightly to the girl.
"Your brothers are all good people. Come here obediently, and we'll make sure you don't suffer."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
A monk with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face circled around, his gaze lingering on the girl.
"With that figure and looks, if we sold her to the Heavenly Immortal Academy in the capital, she'd fetch an astronomical price! Then we brothers would split the money, and we wouldn't have to worry about food and drink for the rest of our lives!"
"Sell what?" The leading cultivator immediately glared at him, his tone filled with displeasure.
"Such top-quality goods, it would be such a waste to sell them. We can keep them in the dungeon and play with them every day. Isn't that more worthwhile than taking that little bit of money?"
"Brother, this is the Tushan royal family. What if she retaliates?"
Some people hesitated, recalling the power of the Tushan fox demons, their tone tinged with fear.
"You dare to mess around with someone as fierce as him?"