Chapter 8 (2/2)

“Heng(humph).” an indifferent, disdainful, cold humming sound came through. Jing Yue’s face turned a bit white. She was just planning to let go and rolled out of the carriage, however, she didn’t expect that the person sitting in the carriage would actually used one foot to step upon the base and broke the floor of that carriage. A large hand suddenly grabbed Jing Yue’s neck.

“Ke (Cough)……” the strength of that hand was big; it almost made Jing Yue fainted.

“Where does this little doll come from?” Jing Yue’s body was carried up by the person inside the carriage and at this moment, the carriage finally stopped.

“Ke ke(cough)…… let go…… ke(cough)……” Jing Yue tenaciously tried to break herself out of the hand clutching her neck. She tried hard to open her eyes and look. What met her gaze was actually a pair of familiar eyes, those pair of eyes.

It’s him! The person inside the forest that night!

Jing Yue’s heart trembled violently. Without daring to take a time to look at the man’s appearance, she used all her power and swung her foot towards the man’s chin. The man, having suffered some pain, instantly loosened his hand. Taking advantage of this time, Jing Yue went under the carriage’s floor. Anger flashed upon the man’s face and he agilely tried to take a grab.

“Si la (rip)……” a crisp sound of fabric ripped apart could be heard. The man distractedly threw the torn black fabric on his hand away, his complexion was dreadfully gloomy.

The soldier, who had been guarding outside, stared in a bit of amazement at Ninth Huang Shu who had lifted the carriage’s curtain up and asked: “Ninth Huang Shu, what… what happened?”

“Catch the assassin! Catch the assassin!” just as this person’s question finished, he suddenly heard shouts of fear came from behind the carriage. After a moment of surprise, the soldier had just discovered; Ninth Huang Shu’s chin, how could it be so red and swollen?

“Keep staring, Ben Wang will dig your eyes at once!” the man’s whole body was in an ink-black robe. He slowly stood up and straightened his body; a massive anger flickered inside his ink-like-pitch-black eyes. The kind of finely sculpted facial features of his showed a violent ice-cold temperature. The eyebrows rising toward his temples were tightly wrinkled.

“A girl, fourteen to fifteen years old, wearing black clothes, figure…… petite, catch her!” the clear, cold tone of Ninth Huang Shu came through, bearing his reckless arrogant attitude. All the officer and soldiers that heard Ninth Huang Shu’s words immediately straightened their body and answered a ‘yes’ in resonating voices.