Chapter 229 - 227. Stop! I (1/2)

Third-person POV

Murong Qing's legs were kicking the air as she desperately gasped for air. Her long beautiful nails were scratching Weisheng's hand, trying to loosen the grip of the hand.

”Ugh-Cousin…bro…ther…” Murong Qing choked.

Murong Qing glanced at Weisheng and a shiver ran down her spine. Weisheng's sclera had changed into black just like when he lost control of his power. His fangs also grew longer and sharper.

Murong Qing's body instantly froze and she stopped struggling. Her face turned bluer in every second and the vein on her neck and forehead bulged and visible.

Qiyi stood silently at the side, nonchalantly watching a woman almost half the size of the man being choked. As a servant, he didn't have the right to intervene in his master's affair. Furthermore, he had hated Murong Qing since long ago.

Just when Murong Qing's eyes rolled to the back of her head, Qiyi suddenly discerned three presences with strong aura approaching them with speed of lightning. Qiyi and Weisheng's other guards immediately alerted and summoned their weapon. The three mysterious people elegantly landed on the stone pavement.

Qiyi unsummoned his weapon when he saw the faces of the three mysterious people. The light green-clothed man quickly ran towards Weisheng with a fan in his hand.

”Your Majesty Emperor! You must not kill her!” Lu Ping said with a stern voice.

Weisheng didn't look at him or reply to him, his eyes stayed on the woman in front of him. Lu Ping gripped the fan in his hand and frowned. He raised his fan that was filled with his Qi and swung it across Weisheng's cheek.

Qiyi and the others that witnessed the slapping scene gasped in shock. Weisheng's eyes instantly went back to normal and the hand that was clutching Murong Qing's neck loosened.

Murong Qing's body fell to the ground like a sack of potato. She panted heavily as her trembling hands touched the bruise around her neck. Lu Ping didn't even spare a glance at Murong Qing and commanded Qiyi to restrain Murong Qing.

”Why do you stop me?” Weisheng asked with his head lowered.

Lu Ping couldn't see his expression because of the bangs that were covering Weisheng's face, but he knew what face Weisheng was making.

”Miss Lin will explain it to you, how about a more private place.” Lu Ping extended his hand to the exit of Fei Hong Palace.

Weisheng glanced at Lu Ping's extended hand and walked away in silence. Lu Ping sighed and followed Weisheng together with Lin Zhenxin and Lan Qingshan behind him. But then, an ear-deafening shriek halted them in their track.

”Stop! Cousin brother! How can you still be affected by her spell?!” Murong Qing cried out.

Lan Qingshan knitted his brows in aggravation and turned his head to look at Murong Qing who was restrained by Qiyi.

”What spell?” Lan Qingshan inquired with a displeased tone.

Murong Qing turned her eyes to Weisheng's back that was facing her, ”Cousin brother! It is Qing Qing! Qing Qing helped you escape from that witch's wicked witchcraft. Don't you realize that she had been fooling you all this time?!”

The frown on their faces deepened as Murong Qing kept spouting her delusional nonsense.

”Can you tell me more about this so-called 'wicked witchcraft'?” Lin Zhenxin stepped forward.

The smile on Lin Zhenxin's face was colder than the chilling wind that blew their faces. But Murong Qing didn't see it because her eyes stayed on Weisheng's tall figure.