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Beautiful and dazzling was the girl of his dreams that he could never get close with.

He fell silent, slowly caressing Meng Fuyao's face, neck and wrists.

Behind him, Mist questioned, ”Are you planning to just touch her until daylight?”

The moving hand stiffened. Yan Jingchen straightened his body and started to remove his clothes.

On the other side of the cellar, Mist watched with a smile. He was admiring the beautiful body slowly being revealed by his precious disciple, and the distinct and trained body lines.

But his smile suddenly froze on his lips. He barked, ”Careful!”

Quickly leaping up, smoke appeared at his fingertips!

Bang!

On the bed, Meng Fuyao who had been sleeping peacefully all this while suddenly jumped on her feet. As she looked up, her suppressed anger let loose. The wrist that was previously locked on the bed frame gave a strong pull!

A huge segment of the structure was plucked up right there and then. Accompanied by the violent and raging sound of the wind, and a forceful murderous aura, she promptly flung the frame outwards!

Crash!

Screech!

The moment that she flung the structure, Mist's fingernails had simultaneously arrived. Both strong forces crashed into each other, creating a loud noise that signified the crumbling of the thick bed structure. Wooden shreds flew to the height of a man amongst the dust and landed on everyone's face.

Yan Jingchen, who was still removing his clothes, was just right the connecting point of the two strong forces. One wanted to kill him while the other one wanted to save him. Stuck between the two, he unexpectedly sputtered out a mouthful of blood and collapsed.

Seeing such a sight, Meng Fuyao jumped up. The chain that had locked her to the bed was still on her wrist. Without any hesitation, she swung the chain, and a silvery light flashed by, slashing down straight on top of Yan Jingchen's head.

However, Mist had already neared, and he snatched over the unconscious Yan Jingchen. Throwing him behind, Mist's body drifted and stopped right in Meng Fuyao's path.

Meng Fuyao stood on the bed, swinging the chain in her hand. With an icy tone, she shouted, ”F*ck, a pair of disgusting men!”

As she cursed, Mist's snake-like eyes stared at her sinisterly. A green light shone and disappeared in his eye and in an even icier tone, he remarked, ”You're looking for death.”

Stepping down the bed, Meng Fuyao weighed the dagger in her hands. ”Mist, right? You're really wasting such a dreamy name. You should be called Castrated instead.”

”You've got guts, kiddo,” said Mist, laughing cunningly. ”I'll preserve a full corpse for you.”

”You're perverted, old dog,” replied Meng Fuyao with a grin. ”I'll give you a shower of stabs and separate your corpse for you.”

Both were smiling, and as they continued to smile, they crashed into each other!

A whirlwind of smoke and a tornado!

Mist's figure was like a belt of smoke, drifting among the flickering light in the cellar. Though it looked gentle and calm, wherever the smoke passed by, tables and chairs silently broke apart, the curtains shredded into pieces, and even the cement on the walls started to fall off. One could imagine that if the smoke neared a body, enormous damage would result.

Mist did not even have to move his hand. He only had to control his breathing, and the smoke would move like his arms. Its agility was spectacular.

On the other hand, Meng Fuyao's figure was like a gust of wind, with a violent charge but a hidden strong force. What else could blow away the thick smoke? Wind!

The way Meng Fuyao dashed was as though she was diving head-on into Mist's killing moves. The wind not only dispersed the cement once again, but even the tables and chairs were also swept away as well. As her speed was too fast, her shoes produced a long screeching sound while dragging across the floor. Before the sound subsided, she had already passed through the layer of smoke and landed right in front of Mist.

The dagger's gleam was black and bright. Resembling the lightning that belonged only in the realm of clouds above the Nine Heavens, her dagger headed straight for Mist's chest.

”Eh?” Mist remarked. ”You're Gale's-” He had yet to complete his sentence when Meng Fuyao's dagger flicked, and a silvery beam appeared. The entire cellar suddenly lit up like a new moon had just been born, and all that remained was that warm and gentle moonlight.

Mist's eyes stared wide open. He exclaimed, ”You're Moon Soul's-”

Shocked twice, he suddenly realized that Meng Fuyao's dagger was faster than he imagined and it had reached him. Promptly, he twisted his body to avoid it but there was a sound of tearing - there was a long hole in his clothes in front of his chest. Then, he heard Meng Fuyao roar with laughter, and in that laughter, she did not stop. She turned and retreated like a bolt of lightning to where Yan Jingchen was. With another flick of the chain, she slashed the exact same way as before towards Yan Jingchen.

At that point in time, Mist had yet to recover from his shock and could not understand why Meng Fuyao wanted to kill Yan Jingchen in the midst of battle. Instinctively, he bolted over.

Meng Fuyao's move was actually a feint. She knew that Mist loved his disciple and would definitely come forward to save Yan Jingchen. She flung away the chain, the silvery beam still in the direction of Yan Jingchen's body, while she dashed towards the entrance of the cellar.

What's the use of forcefully battling a pervert like Mist? It was wiser to escape first.

Just now, when Meng Fuyao bolted towards Yan Jingchen, she had flicked some random powder on him. It was the pollen that the guinea pig had been very attracted to recently. A certain Lord suddenly developed an interest in scents and often made himself aromatic from head to toe, leaving traces of pollen in Meng Fuyao's pocket. During the battle, Meng Fuyao did not have enough time to dig out other poisonous powders. Hence, while she was retreating, she had already torn open her sleeve and scattered the pollen all on Yan Jingchen's body.