“What’s going on outside now?” The soldier had heard the commotion outside, too. He curiously approached the doorway to look outside.
Meng Ruji dragged Mu Sui to hide in a concealed corner of the hall.
Mu Sui turned his head, staring at Meng Ruji, unable to hide the disdain and contempt in his heart: “Yan Tianjun? Where’s his ability to survive?”
But Meng Ruji kept her head down, pinching her forehead as if in troubled contemplation.
Seeing her like this, and thinking of how she had spent all their money to buy him medicine, Mu Sui lowered his eyes and began calculating. If Meng Ruji was determined to rescue this annoying whatever-jun, how should he persuade her? And if persuasion failed, what methods should he use to take her away…
“There’s no choice. Give me the six silver pearls first.”
Meng Ruji suddenly looked up at Mu Sui with a sincere expression.
Mu Sui froze.
Although he had already guessed she would go save someone, when she spoke up, Mu Sui felt it was harder to accept than he had imagined.
She wanted to take all the money to save that person?
So really, no matter who it was, she could spend all their money to save them?
Mu Sui’s eyes grew dark, and inexplicably, a hint of killing intent arose in his expression, directed at that pale-faced, red-lipped man.
Mu Sui reached toward the six silver in his bosom, but his inner plan wasn’t to give them directly to Meng Ruji. Instead, he wanted to use the six silver to knock Meng Ruji unconscious and then carry her away…
“Hurry up.” Meng Ruji urged. “That Master of Linlan Mountain’s magical techniques aren’t much, but he has a lot of money. To escape from his hands, I’ve searched through all my memories and can only think of one formation. Although it’s extremely fast for wind-riding, once the formation starts, it can’t be easily stopped—only when the silver pearls’ spiritual power is exhausted.”
Mu Sui raised an eyebrow, his expression softening.
“I don’t like using this kind of straightforward technique.” Meng Ruji was immersed in her thoughts, sighing. “We won’t know where we’ll crash land, so it’s probably a bit dangerous. But it’s better than being trapped here.”
As Meng Ruji spoke, she extended her hand toward Mu Sui.
Mu Sui looked at her palm, requesting silver money, and asked softly: “Not saving him?”
“Save whom?”
These two words were asked with complete heartlessness.
Logically speaking, she was the one who threw the person out, escaped by herself, and now didn’t want to care about that person’s life or death. No matter what moral standpoint one took, her doing this was somewhat conscienceless.
But the corners of Mu Sui’s mouth lifted.
He wasn’t exactly a good person either…
“Oh. Yan Tianjun…”
Meng Ruji remembered, “Save what? What do we have to save him with?”
We.
Mu Sui lowered his head, hiding the irrepressible curve of his mouth.
“Could Yan Tianjun be captured so easily? This old thing has been dead in the mortal world for over a thousand years, and who knows how long he’s been in the Wuliu Land. Wasn’t the previous Wuliu Land dangerous? It was, yet he’s survived until now, so he must have his abilities.”
Mu Sui nodded: “Right. The Wuliu Land measures power by gold and silver. His stone body could shatter a golden pearl, proving his body is more valuable than a golden pearl.”
“Exactly, so this old thing being captured sounds suspicious from the start. We can’t rashly go…”
The word “save” hadn’t yet left Meng Ruji’s lips when suddenly!
As if the sky was collapsing and the earth splitting!
Bricks and tiles crashed down from overhead, cascading like a waterfall before Meng Ruji and Mu Sui. Morning light drew straight, sharp lines through the swirling dust.
“Ah! My Yinyuan Hall!” The guarding soldier cried out in panic, then was directly knocked unconscious by a falling tile.
Mu Sui immediately protected Meng Ruji, embracing her and using his body to shield her from the dust and debris.
Meng Ruji was somewhat dazed in Mu Sui’s arms, not for any other reason, but because his movements were too fast.
Seeing Meng Ruji still staring at him with wide eyes, Mu Sui frowned slightly and reached for the cloth wrapped around her neck. Just as she had pulled his clothes earlier, Mu Sui also pulled up Meng Ruji’s face covering.
“Cover your mouth and nose.” Mu Sui said in a low voice.
“Oh.” Meng Ruji complied.
“I’m so heartbroken.”
Mo Li’s voice appeared immediately after.
The strange emotions that had just arisen in Meng Ruji instantly vanished without a trace. She pushed Mu Sui aside and looked toward the hole in the roof, seeing Mo Li calmly and composedly descending from the sky with Luo Yingfeng.
Mo Li’s face was outlined clearly by the morning light, dividing his entire figure into half light and half shadow.
“Unfilial daughter, you didn’t even come to save your father.”
“Look at yourself—where do you look like someone who needs saving!” Meng Ruji pointed at Mo Li and scolded furiously. “Whose father are you?”
Mo Li held Luo Yingfeng’s shoulder with one hand, like a meat-eating eagle gripping a small chick’s neck. He feigned sadness, using his other hand to theatrically wipe his eyes: “Sigh, scolding me again. Acting like this, how can I expect you to provide for my old age?”
“Stop expecting it!”
Meng Ruji gritted her teeth, only now realizing that the earlier shouts of “so imposing, so majestic” referred to Mo Li.
Saying he was carrying someone also meant Mo Li had brought Luo Yingfeng.
No wonder the Linlan Mountain disciples who ran past earlier seemed so frantic…