Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
There were a few n in black chasing after two fine young won. The two won were protected by a few guards and an old woman. Even so, they suffered quite a lot of injuries and their clothes were torn by the branches on the ground while running away. Their pale skin could be seen through their torn clothes.
Upon seeing the exposed skin of the two won, there was a gleam of light in Song Ming’s eyes, but he said with a straight face to Duan Ye: “We’ve co across soone in trouble, should we help them out?”
Duan Ye glanced at him and replied with indifference: “I don’t even know them, I’m not going to bother saving them.”
Having said that, he turned on his heels to walk away when Ning Lang grabbed his hand: “Don’t go! What if they are two helpless won, how can we call ourselves n if we don’t help them? Co, co co.”
Before Duan Ye could respond, he was dragged forwards and he heard him shout out: “Let go of the two won!”
It seed that the guards had abandoned the two won and the old woman seeing that they were unable to fend off the n in black and were wounded by them instead. Just as the n in black had captured the two n, Song Ming jumped out pulling Ning Lang along.
Duan Ye with his somber baby-face was dragged into a fight he didn’t want to get involved in. However, when he saw the n in black charge towards them with their swords, he glanced at Ning Lang and with reluctance, he drew his sword to attack the n in black.
The few n in black were Foundation stage cultivators, if it were one against one, Duan Ye was not afraid. However, he was a little overwheld as there were a few of them attacking them at the sa ti. He had let his guard down slightly and was wounded.
He backed away in embarrassnt and looked around for Song Ming. He was so angered by what he saw that he nearly vomited blood.
“Ladies, are you okay? Don’t worry, those n won’t be able to hurt you with around. Oh look, your hand is bleeding.”
Song Ming held on to one of the won as he talked about her wounds, but his gaze was on her chest.
“Thank you mister for coming to our rescue.” The voice of the won he held onto was soft and gentle and timid. Her beautiful face was pale with shock and there were tears in her eyes. It made one feel pitiful for her.
“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, nothing will happen with around.” He patted the woman’s back lightly and held her in his arms, taking advantage of the opportunity.
The woman was either shy or scared as she didn’t pull away from his embrace. Even the other woman didn’t seem bothered by what she saw, and the old woman looked at Song Ming gratefully.
“Song Ming you pervert! Co over and help !”
A furious Duan Ye shouted angrily at him as he swung away a sword from one of the Foundation cultivators and stepped back to avoid the next blow. His voice full of anger was so loud that Feng Jiu and Ning Lang in their tents on the other side of the mountain road could hear him.
“Don’t you worry, I will go and help him. Nothing will happen. As long as I am around, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
He seed to have transford into another person after eting the beautiful won. He only had those two won in his eyes, even his voice had beco tender and affectionate. Duan Ye was so angry he could die.
“Song! Ming!”
“I’m coming!”
Song Ming responded eagerly. After he had appeased the two won, he drew his sword from his waist and put on a chic swordsman look as he attacked the n in black.
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