1864 Wanna Run?
The senior gazed at the little fellow aggrievedly and then quickly cupped his hands toward Crown Prince Mo. "Your Highness, this old man has come to clean up the aftermath by His Majesty's decree."
The senior was very skilled at selling out his teammate when it counted.
There was no other choice. His Highness the Crown Prince was still angry, and it was the emperor who forced this thankless job on him!
He could only make a clean break from it…
Just as expected, His Highness's handsome face immediately clouded upon hearing his old man's title.
"He sent assassins after my Qiaoqiao?"
The senior quickly shook his head like a rattle-drum. "No, he didn't, he didn't! Your Highness, this is a total misunderstanding!"
"How could it be a misunderstanding?" Qiao Mu turned to beckon toward the white snakelet and the other beasts. "Carry those corpses over!"
The senior twitched his mouth and stretched his hand out weakly. "Wait, wait a minute."
Soon, however, the white snakelet slithered speedily to its master from the open area nearby. It lifted its snake head and reported angrily with large, watery eyes, "Masta, Masta. Those corpses got hauled away!"
They had all gathered over where Qiao Mu was after they finished killing the enemy, yet who knew that someone would secretly haul them away.
Qiao Mu was enraged upon hearing this, and she whacked that bearded elder's head with a swipe of her ferule. She roared angrily at the brandy-nosed senior, "These people brought more than two hundred assassins dressed in black and also numerous archers to encircle me! If I let them off today! I'll let you write my name backwards!"
After saying this, she waved her hand. Subsequently, several thousand black poison-tailed butterflies appeared around her and flew off in all directions.
"Go chase down those corpses! Kill whoever dares to obstruct you!" Qiao Mu ordered coldly as she turned to look toward the little fat squirrel and the other beasts.
The beasts all understood and quickly chased after the poison-tailed butterfly swarm.
Don't think it's over just because they're dead! Qiao Mu swept the senior with an icy look.
The brandy-nosed senior shrank his head and looked toward Mo Lian for help.
Yet Crown Prince Mo merely scoffed at him before sucking the bearded elder to his side. He then ruthlessly pressed his hand on the back of the elder's head.
"No, don't, don't search my soul!!" The bearded elder shivered in fear and kept screaming, "I-I'll talk, I'll talk. I am Pun-Pundit Qiu from the Aurora Desert's Jing Family. I-I am Princess Jing's subordinate."
Mo Lian's eyes abruptly turned ice-cold. It was as if his phoenix eyes had been coated in a thousand years of frost. He gripped that Pundit Qiu's neck, producing soft cracks from the other party's throat.
Pundit Qiu stared at the young man in front of him in terror.
He, he was clearly one step away from ascending into the divine realm, yet wh-why could he sen-sense the terrible aura of death from this young man?
*Rrrrumble!* The sound of galloping beasts came from beyond the forest.
Soon, the little fat squirrel, the snow leopard, the giant ape, and the other beasts ran over while pulling several four-wheeled carts.
The giant ape had even captured ten living people who had gotten knocked out.
Mo Lian's face darkened when he saw so many corpses.
The Jing Family had actually sent so many assassins after his Qiaoqiao. They really were sick of living!
Aurora Desert? Jing Family? Princess Jing?
Every single one of these names were extremely unfamiliar to Qiao Mu.
Qiaoqiao turned to look at Mo Lian with a frown. "What the hell is he talking about."
Was he trying to hoodwink her with a random place name?
