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The waiter, wearing a rain-soaked rain cape, rushed in from outside and took out a clay pot that was still steaming from his bosom. The rich smell of brown sugar immediately assaulted his nostrils.

"Eat, truly delicious brown sugar. Don't wait for it to solidify, just roll it up like this, then put it into your mouth …"

Mo Wenli picked up two chopsticks and shook his hands, revealing two pieces of snow-white wrists. His slender fingers each held onto a bamboo chopstick, and rolled around inside the terrine, and when he lifted it up, two large lumps of amber red sugar wrapped around the chopsticks.

"The sweet potato in Jing Prefecture tastes the sweetest. The sugar stewed from it is also the most delicious." He passed it to Yu Yan, his lips curved into a smile as he said gently.

Yu Yan looked at him deeply, took the chopsticks and took a light bite. Her watery eyes glanced at him, and she said softly: "I will eat, and we will not owe each other anything. Master High Lord, please help me clear my acupoints."

Mo Wenli laughed, his finger lightly knocked on the jar a few times, and said softly: "In a while."

Finished, he leaned over and whispered, "Do you want to learn to make brown sugar?"

Yu Yan used her chopsticks and stabbed it into the center of his brows, then said coldly, "High Lord, stay far away from me!"

"If you learn it, you don't have to come to the fete."

Mo Wenli brushed away his chopsticks and took out his handkerchief, slowly wiping the brown sugar on his forehead.

Although the dance was in full swing, there was a murderous atmosphere in the building. Walking in the martial arts world, he often met losers who were unconvinced and came to challenge him for revenge. The people who wanted his head were like crucian carp that crossed the river.

But today, he was no longer in the mood to play with others. The red blush on Yu Yan's forehead had already spread to the right side of his face, clearly showing that he was no longer able to suppress the poison. When she was poisoned, what other way could she possibly keep her vow of "living with him"?

On the small stage, the dancers were bending over like a rainbow. Their black hair hung down from their bodies as it rapidly swayed around them. It was as if they were trembling black silk, and the silver bells were ringing non-stop. At this moment, the sound of wood collapsing came from upstairs.

Mo Wenli's arm wrapped around Yu Yan as they spun a few rounds in the air. When Mo Wenli unfurled his snow-white clothes, the quenching poison peach leaf needles hidden under his sleeves rained down like rain on the stairs.

Someone was hit by the poison needle before they could dodge and fell to the ground.

Yu Yan turned over and over in his embrace, the brown sugar that she bit into her mouth slipped into her throat. It had just been done cooking, it was cold outside but hot inside! It made her scream in pain as she tried to twist a few of Mo Wenli's shoulders and arms with all her might.

Suddenly, two people fell from the sky. Black clothes, green robes, sword lights, and shadows. Each and every one of their moves were extremely fierce and fatal.

The customers who were admiring the beauty were scared out of their wits and fled for their lives. Downstairs, there was a great deal of chaos, and everyone ran for their lives. Cups and plates were smashed all over the floor, and tables and chairs were kicked everywhere. Screams, screams, and howls rose and fell one after another.

Yu Yan had already forcefully swallowed the ball of boiling red sugar. Her eyes were wide open as she looked at the two who were about to take the other party's life in shock.

How could Yun Qin possibly be a match for Yulixiao?

But he did not care about his own life. What was even more surprising was that he looked even stronger than before, his blade was sharp and ferocious, going straight for Yulixiao's weak point.

But even so, Yulixiao still suppressed him a bit.

The flexible sword was like a silver dragon, blocking each of Yun Qin's tyrannical attacks and counterattacking. Yun Qin was already injured, his arms and back were pierced by the flexible sword and fresh blood flowed down from his hands and back.

Seeing that Yulixiao had already forced Yun Qin onto a path of death, Yu Yan threw the chopsticks in his hand over and berated him loudly:

"Yulixiao, stop!"

She was about to explode from anger. She had agreed to negotiate, but in the end, she was actually going to kill Yun Qin.

The two of them heard her voice and turned around.

Yu Yan was nestling beside Mo Wenli, with one hand holding onto a chopstick, and the other pointing at him with an angry look.

Yulixiao's heart became angry, and he felt his heart turn gray, cold, and gloomy — in this Yu Yan's heart, there really wasn't much of a place for him.

With a flip of his wrist, his Spirit Qi directly entered the flexible sword and like a swimming dragon, he lightning-quick thrusted towards Yun Qin's chest.

Yu Yan's ears were buzzing loudly, she could not care about anything else, and pushed Mo Wenli away, running towards Yun Qin's direction.

"Yulixiao, if you kill him, I will hate you for the rest of your life!"

Those sounds seemed to have all disappeared, leaving only her voice echoing in the air …

Everything had stopped, and only the figure of Yu Yan, who was rushing over, could be seen running.

Yulixiao's overbearing attack, made it impossible for him to stop the sword, and he could only barely move it to the side.

Seeing Yu Yan coming over, Yun Qin did not care about anything else, and directly rushed towards him.

This scene was exactly the same as when a lover impatiently rushed towards each other after being separated for a long time.

Yulixiao's longsword had pierced through Yun Qin's left shoulder, and then pierced Yu Yan's shoulder. As he hurriedly retracted it, two drops of fresh blood sprayed out, splattering onto the wall.

"Little Cyan Fish." Yun Qin's injured shoulder endured the pain and supported her. It angrily turned to look at Yulixiao, "So you brought her here! If you wish to send me on the road with her, feel free to do so. "

Yu Yan turned her head to look at Yulixiao. He stood on top of a pile of broken chairs, and looked at her quietly.

The two of them looked at each other, it was as if they were looking at each other, but it felt like Yu Yan had used a thousand miles of time to walk across the ice plains.

"Take Yun Qin down." Yulixiao retracted his gaze, and coldly said. After that, he turned and looked at Mo Wenli, the cold light in his eyes sparking, "High Lord's Cold Water Palace, are you insisting on going against this king?"

"It's just that I met the princess and came to taste the red sugar from this Blessed House." Mo Wenli took out a snow-white silk handkerchief from his bosom, walked to Yu Yan's side and placed it on her shoulders. He said indifferently, "It's fine if you bleed a little, but you die even faster.

"Little Cyan Fish." With one hand, Yun Qin used the blade to support his body on the ground. His crippled arm tried to touch Yu Yan with all of its strength, but was unable to do so.

"Yun Qin..." Yu Yan did not know what to say, she understood Yulixiao's personality too well. If she were to plead for mercy today, Yun Qin would have died even faster, in an even worse way!

However, how could she watch her own Big Brother Yun die unjustly? He still had a chance. As long as the two of them weren't enemies, he was completely capable of not being enemies!

"Come here." Yulixiao's voice was still very calm, but anyone who heard the calmness would be able to tell how many hidden storms there were.

Yu Yan held onto her shoulder, and remained silent.

The lobby was so quiet that only the breathing of these people could be heard. Yun Qin's breathing was very heavy, it was because of the pain from his injuries, and his heart was anxious. Mo Wenli's breathing was light and indifferent, as he stood by the side and watched coldly.

"Come here." Yulixiao repeated himself.

He gave orders to his subordinates and subordinates, never saying a second time. But Yu Yan stood there with her head bowed, as if she did not hear him, this was not the first time she went against him! At this moment, Nie Shuangcheng and the other guards were also present in the hall. It had already caused him to lose a lot of face that Yu Yan had charged towards him. Now that she was stopped by Yun Qin's side again, it made his heart burn with anxiety.

His hands were clenched into fists behind his back, and the crisp sound of his joints showed how patient he was right now. But he was still Yulixiao, the King Xiao of the War God. It was impossible for him to lose control in front of so many people.

He stood there, and with a wave of his hand, Nie Shuangcheng led his men to grab Yun Qin.

"Yulixiao, don't go too far!"

Yun Qin was already bleeding profusely, his arm that was holding onto the sword was trembling non-stop, but he still wanted to go forward and fight.

Suddenly, Yu Yan went soft and fell straight to the ground.

And at this time, Yun Qin pounced towards Yulixiao with all his might.

"Little Qing Yu, you're leaving …"

Yu Yan could not escape, but her fall was too sudden! Yulixiao and Mo Wenli knew about her illness. The two of them were shocked and without thinking too much, they rushed to her.

Yulixiao's lightness skill was originally not inferior to Mo Wenli's, but once it was blocked by Yun Qin, it was forcibly snatched away by Mo Wenli. He pulled Yu Yan into his arms, and then leapt out of the ground towards the stairs.

Suddenly, Mo Wenli felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw that Yu Yan, who was hiding in front of him, was squinting her eyes. Her hand was pinching his heart tightly as she muttered angrily, "What do I need you for?"

Mo Wenli was startled, it seemed like this girl was pretending to be unconscious!

Right, if she were to faint, the two of them wouldn't be able to continue fighting! And once Yulixiao receives Yu Yan, he will definitely give Yun Qin the chance to escape!

Mo Wenli never thought that Yu Yan would use this move, he stared at her with a weird expression for a while before relaxing his arms. He threw her downstairs and bellowed, "I'm going to die, I don't want it anymore …"

She fell straight down, blood dripping from the sword wound on her shoulder.

"Yan Er …" Yulixiao blocked Yun Qin's attack with her sword, and then leaped towards Yu Yan, taking her into her arms.

"Yan Er …" He looked down at her, eyes tightly closed, and called out in a worried voice.

Yu Yan had already paid her respects to Mo Wenli's first three generations and last four generations. She leaned weakly on Yulixiao's chest and tried her best to place her face against his thick chest so that he wouldn't be able to find any clues from her quivering eyelids.

"Your Highness, we have already taken down Yun Qin!" Nie Shuangcheng placed his blade on Yun Qin's neck and reported loudly.

Yu Yan was anxious and angry at the same time, it was all's fault, she had ruined her plans! With so many things to do, how would she advise Yulixiao to let him go?

"Treat Yu Yan's wounds first." Yulixiao carried Yu Yan and quickly walked inside.

The few of them rode their horses over, and as it was raining heavily outside, they could only find a place to wait and let Nie Shuangcheng find a carriage to come over. Mo Wenli stood on the second floor with a fan in his hand and slightly furrowed his brows as he watched Yulixiao's back.

"Mo Wenli, remember this matter of you injuring my guard today. If you dare to attack again, there is only one path for Cold Water Palace." When Yulixiao entered the backyard, he turned his head to look at Mo Wenli and coldly said.

Mo Wenli laughed, gently raised his fan and covered his mouth and nose, leaving behind a pair of shining, blinding amber eyes, and said softly: "What, you also want me to marry you as your consort?"

Everyone shivered as goosebumps appeared on their skin. They hurriedly ran towards the backyard.

Yulixiao gave him another deep look, then strode in.