Chapter 37 - Come Home with Me

The group was stricken dumb, ‘this little girl is a martial arts cultivator?’

Luo Qianqian wielded the sword and stabbed one man’s back, blood splashed all over, even Luo Qianqian’s face were stained with some blood drops.

Scarlet blood drops on her delicate pale face, she looked like a dangerous flower, beautiful yet attractive.

The man then was kicked by Luo Qianqian, he fell down on the ground like a kite with a broken string, the man fell unconscious.

“Quick! Kill her! Kill her now!” some man shouted.

The rest of the group were not taking this girl lightly any more, they attacked in twos or threes, Luo Qianqian was greatly outnumbered, she was a fierce fighter but she was definitely not taking the upper hand in this fight. Soon she was left with a few stabs all over her body.

There was one attack that was only one inch away from her throat, she would be beheaded if she was one second slower.

How vicious!

Luo Qianqian was getting slower and slower… …

‘Am I dying today?’

Luo Qianqian caught a black jade bottle from her sleeve, she held tight of the bottle and was ready to die with them.

It was so urgent that she was ready to use the poison she got from Xiao Bai even though it meant she had to die too.

The second when Luo Qianqian’s sword was kicked off from her hand, a white figure appeared, this white figure took the man’s sword by his fingers and he injected his Internal Chi on the sword, the sword was shattering in pieces.

Then the white figure kicked the man on the ground, blood gushed out from the man’s mouth and he died.

What a competent martial arts cultivator!

Shattering a sword by his fingers, how great his Internal Chi was!

“Who is that!” the group was shaking, they didn’t expect Luo Qianqian would get help.

Luo Qianqian smelled familiar herb aroma, the next second she was grabbed into the white figure’s arms, it was no other than Murong Yun. She felt a warm of hot current running across her body, Murong Yun was using his Internal Chi to heal her, her wounds were feeling better and better.

“Murong Yun?” asked Luo Qianqian in surprise, she had heard that using Internal Chi to heal someone would do harm to his own body.

“Yes, it’s me.” answered Murong Yun, his eyes looked so unfathomable, Luo Qianqian feel intimated.

Feng Qing was taking care of the rest of the group when Murong Yun was healing Luo Qianqian, and of course he spared one to find out who plotted this.

“Are you feeling better?” asked Murong Yun with concern, touching Luo Qianqian’s wounds.

Murong Yun’s heart was aching seeing Luo Qianqian’s wounds, he would rather is was him who was stabbed.

Luo Qianqian now was nestling in Murong Yun’s arms, she tried to move her limbs, she indeed felt better now, and the wounds were less burning.

“Yeah, so much better, thank you Murong Yun.” Luo Qianqian smiled.

“Master, it’s done, and I have spared one.” reported Feng Qing.

Luo Qianqian struggled to get up, while Murong Yun clenched his arms tighter, “Don’t move, I’ve got this.”

Hearing that, Luo Qianqian quit moving around.

She felt so safe and secure now in Murong Yun’s arms.

Murong Yun showed up when she needed him the most and healed her, he was so worried for her, it was written all over his face.

Back in 21st century where she came from, she was an orphan who had been living on her own.

But now Murong Yun was so caring to her, this was the first time she felt being cared and loved from someone other than her bestie in 21st century and Xiao Yue.

“Come home with me, I can heal you better at home.” Murong Yun sounded so determined, it was like he was giving Luo Qianqian an order rather than discussing with her.

Luo Qianqian stared at Murong Yun and nodded.

“My lady… my lady, are you all right?” it was Xiao Yue, she ran back.

Seeing her lady being carried by Murong Yun, she stopped and started to cry.

She wiped her eyes and tried to stop crying, “My lady, I’m so sorry, I wish I could be more competent.”

“Thank you so much Prince Eighth.” she expressed how grateful she was, she knew it very well that chances were her lady wouldn’t survive the day without Prince Eighth.

“Woof woof!” the puppy stared at Luo Qianqian and bit Murong Yun’s gown. Murong Yun frowned and didn’t look like he appreciated this little puppy.

Luo Qianqian patted Murong Yun on the back and said, “Let’s save the puppy.”

Luo Qianqian figured now that that owner was not really a owner, and no one was going to take care of the puppy, she might as well keep it. Or more accurately, she would ask Xiao Yue to take care of the puppy due to her record card with plants and animals.

“Xiao Yue it’s all right, let’s keep the puppy, do you want to take it home first?” asked Luo Qianqian.

She did need Murong Yun’s Internal Chi to cure her wounds.

Xiao Yue held the puppy and asked, “Sure, where are you going now my lady?”

“Xiao Yue, your lady is in good hands, you don’t need to worry.” replied Feng Qing.

Hearing that, Xiao Yue was now rest assured, she knew Prince Eighth would never hurt her lady.

“Take care my lady.” said Xiao Yue, then she went back to Prime Minster Mansion after saying farewell to her lady.

This was the first time that Luo Qianqian set foot in Murong Yun’s mansion, it was an eye opener.

She felt Murong Yun’s mansion was as marvellous as Imperial Palace, if not more.

No wonder Murong Yun sent her so many rare treasures as betrothal gifts.

Speaking of her betrothal gifts, she felt more motivated to cultivate martial arts, she gotta protect her own treasures.

The scene that Murong Yun carrying a girl in his arms took the servants in the mansion aback, and the girl was wounded!

Since when did their master allow women to come near him?

And… the master was carrying her in his arms!

Su Liancheng had been living in Murong Yun’s mansion, because he had been running away from home to avoid arranged marriage.

The servants greeted and knelt down as Murong Yun carried Luo Qianqian walking in.

“Brother Eighth!” a man in a flamboyant gown showed up out of nowhere.

Seeing his Brother Eighth carrying a woman in his arms, he halted.