#112 - Could it be that Her Royal Highness the Princess is not angry with her brother-in-law?

Xu Ming never intended to kill the man who assassinated him.

Xu Ming wanted to capture him alive and find out who exactly wanted him dead.

When he learned that the man was Li Hui, Xu Ming felt like he'd struck gold.

Putting aside whether he was the "future驸马爷 (Imperial Son-in-Law)", his identity as a "文武卿 (Civil-Military Official)" alone meant that if anyone dared to kill him without a reason, it would be a blatant slap in the face to the Wu Kingdom.

Once he reported it, no matter if it was a powerful clan or anything else, they wouldn't have a good time.

Powerful clans couldn't be touched? That's because there was no legitimate excuse to break the rules.

But if, within the scope of the rules, there was a proper excuse, the court would ruthlessly crush those powerful clans.

Unexpectedly, Li Hui directly exploded into a cloud of blood.

Xu Ming raised his head, looking at the young girl gradually walking towards him.

The girl was wearing a black dress, the skirt was very short, not even reaching her knees, like a 包臀百褶裙 (bodycon pleated skirt) from Blue Star.

Short skirts are normal clothing on Blue Star, but in this place, they are considered immoral and corrupting.

Beneath the short skirt were a pair of slender and well-proportioned beautiful legs, gleaming faintly under the bright moonlight.

Even in the dim night, one could feel the fairness of those long legs, making them look like a very good artillery stand at first glance.

Her pair of feet looked like they were stepping on the ground, but were actually about half an inch above the ground, her entire jade feet spotless, each toe distinct.

Her hair was very long, cascading down her shoulders, just reaching her waist, her bangs were a neat princess cut, and a pair of watery eyes blinked, giving people a kind of silky charm.

This was a girl so beautiful that it felt excessive, but with just one glance, Xu Ming determined from her aura that she was a妖女 (seductress/enchantress).

"Did you kill him?" Xu Ming asked.

"Eh?" The girl blinked, pressing her fair jade finger to her lips, looking innocent and naive, "Isn't it驸马爷 (Imperial Son-in-Law) who killed him?"

Xu Ming frowned, knowing that arguing with her was pointless. She seemed determined to frame him, so he might as well try to get some useful information: "Who are you?"

"Western Regions Black Lotus Sect—Mo Zhu'er," the girl's lips curled up, her alluring smile carrying a hint of debauchery, as if all the rules in the world were laughable to her.

"Mo Zhu'er, I have some impression, the one ranked tenth on the Red Beauty List?" Xu Ming said.

Mo Zhu'er pouted, her tone娇嗔 (coquettish), very much like a green tea婊(bitch): "Really, people are so good-looking, how can I only be ranked tenth."

As she spoke, Mo Zhu'er smiled enchantingly, like a昙花 (ephemeral flower) blooming in the moonlight: "In the驸马爷 (Imperial Son-in-Law)'s eyes, can people really only be ranked tenth?"

Xu Ming's heart trembled slightly.

This wasn't to say that Xu Ming was lustful and suddenly moved.

This was a man's natural reaction.

Xu Ming also understood at this time why the top ten on the Red Beauty List were not ranked.

In terms of looks alone, Mo Zhu'er was no worse than Wu Yanhan, who was ranked fourth.

But this kind of seductress was completely different in style from Wu Yanhan and the others.

Mo Zhu'er had taken the "seductress" category to the extreme! And the world probably likes women of the "seductress" style relatively less, so she was ranked tenth.

Speaking of which, could it be that the world likes female monks the most? Why is that Shi Xin ranked first?

"You're so bad, I'm talking to you, but you're spacing out."

The moment Xu Ming came back to his senses, Mo Zhu'er had already arrived in front of Xu Ming, her slender hand placed on Xu Ming's chest.

"When?"

Although Xu Ming was a little distracted, he was still paying attention to her every move, but when did she come in front of him!

"Bang!"

In the next moment, the martial artist's true energy in Xu Ming's chest collided with the girl's spiritual power.

The two flew back ten meters, Mo Zhu'er stopped steadily, her skirt gently fluttering, and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of Xu Ming's mouth.

The clothes on Xu Ming's chest were torn, leaving a small black handprint.

"Oh ~ Brother is really amazing ~ ~ ~ He even took this palm of mine ~" Mo Zhu'er's face was full of worship.

Xu Ming didn't waste words with her, closing the distance and throwing a punch.

Xu Ming punched the air, Mo Zhu'er appeared behind Xu Ming, gently patting Xu Ming's shoulder.

"Boom!"

It was just a greeting-like pat, but Xu Ming felt like he was being pressed down by a mountain, and a large pit instantly appeared.

Xu Ming activated his Dao Pattern Eyes again.

Because the Dao Pattern Eyes consume a lot of energy, Xu Ming put them away when the outcome was decided after fighting Li Hui earlier.

Now activating them again, according to his current physical strength and spiritual power, he can only last for a maximum of three minutes.

Through the Dao Pattern Eyes, seeing through the illusion, Xu Ming found that he was actually caught in an illusion.

When Mo Zhu'er launches an attack, the illusion will be activated, and a phantom will attack him. This is the content of the other party's illusion that the Dao Pattern Eyes saw.

Mo Zhu'er makes him believe that he has been attacked.

After one strike, Mo Zhu'er will release the illusion, letting him completely fall into it in reality.

Xu Ming pretended to be caught in the illusion, falling for her tricks several times.

And just when she was a little relaxed, thinking she had the upper hand, Xu Ming no longer cared about that illusory phantom.

Xu Ming directly passed through that phantom, came in front of Mo Zhu'er, and punched her chest.

The soft touch came through Xu Ming's fist, but Xu Ming only felt like he had hit a ball of chest fat, but didn't touch the ribs.

Mo Zhu'er quickly distanced herself, a blush flying across her pretty face: "驸马爷 (Imperial Son-in-Law) is really annoying, actually touching people's chest, if the Princess Consort knows, shouldn't the Princess Consort be angry with you, Brother?"

Xu Ming used his fist to replace his answer. He had less than three minutes left. Once the Dao Pattern Eye's time was up, his physical strength and spiritual power would also be exhausted, and he would only be at the mercy of this seductress.

And although Mo Zhu'er had a smile on her face, her heart was already frowning.

In the Western Regions, she had killed many martial artists and slaughtered many monks, but the physical strength of each person was not as good as this Xu Ming!

Even Xu Ming is still a swordsman!

Especially those eyes of his, her illusion was useless to him.

"Brother is really impatient. The night is deep. I'll go back first. I'll play with you another day."

Mo Zhu'er leapt up, dodging Xu Ming's punch like a butterfly, her fair toes touching Xu Ming's shoulder.

When Xu Ming raised his head, Mo Zhu'er had already disappeared into the night, her voice floating from the night sky:

"Brother Xu, you touched my chest, so you have to take responsibility for me ~"

Xu Ming frowned, looking at his fist.

His left hand, which had touched her chest just now, was already a patch of blue-black.