Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 537 - 536: Do you believe I can drug you?

Tonight, Ye Qingying was set to assassinate a man known as the living Yama King, the broadsword wielder Yan Batian.

In the martial world, there was no one who did not know his na.

This Yan Batian had previously, due to his high martial arts prowess, committed all manners of evil deeds, and it was unknown just how many atrocious acts he had carried out.

He murdered and set fires, and even kidnapped commoner girls.

Three months ago, among the girls he had taken, there was one nad Xiaodie, who was the fiancée of Young Master Wushuang.

Enraged, Young Master Wushuang hired countless assassins to take Yan Batian’s life, but none of those who went returned.

This showed just how formidable Yan Batian was.

Jian Wuying was Young Master Wushuang’s last hope.

The reward offered this ti was also exceptionally generous.

Yet, no one expected that, before he went to seek out Yan Batian, Jian Wuying had already sustained serious injuries.

The battle had lasted throughout the entire night.

Only when dawn was about to break did Ye Qingying, carrying Yan Batian’s head, find Young Master Wushuang and claim the hefty reward.

By the ti he returned to the inn, it was already 11 AM the next day.

Xiaoyao was very obedient and had been waiting in the inn the entire ti.

She just did not expect that the person who returned would be soone on the verge of fainting at any mont.

"Master, what on earth did you go to do?"

Xiaoyao followed him into the room.

Ye Qingying had wanted her to leave; he needed to rest. But before he could speak, he staggered and nearly fell.

"Master!"

Xiaoyao rushed over and caught him in her arms.

She hadn’t noticed outside, but upon entering, the sll of blood instantly invaded her nostrils!

"Master, you’re injured!"

Xiaoyao imdiately supported him to the bed and sat him down, ignoring Ye Qingying’s protests as she tore open his clothing.

On his chest, two gashes from a knife, deep and severe!

But the place Ye Qingying kept pressing was his abdon!

"Master, is your abdon also wounded?" Xiaoyao’s nose tingled, and tears nearly rolled down her face.

"Master, let see."

She reached out to undo his trousers.

Ye Qingying’s face turned red and he fumbled to grasp her wrist, pulling her gently away, "Go rest, I’ll be fine after sleeping for a while."

In matters of n and won, propriety must be observed, and this was getting sowhat indecent!

"No, I need to see Master’s wound!"

"There are no wounds here," Ye Qingying still resisted.

He wanted to pull his hand from his abdon, but as soon as he did, the pain intensified.

The pain turned his face an ashen blue and then pale, even his thin lips started to tremble.

No longer caring for anything else, Xiaoyao pushed his hand away and tore open the waistband of his trousers.

"Xiaoyao!"

"Do you believe I’ll administer a drug that will make you sleep forever?"

Xiaoyao, angered, glared sternly at his face, "Try ! And when you wake up, not only will I examine your abdon, but I’ll also strip you naked and post photos online!"

Ye Qingying was montarily taken aback. What nonsense was this girl spouting? He couldn’t understand a single word.

Xiaoyao herself paused, seemingly also unsure of what she had just said.

Nevertheless, she continued to threaten, "I’ll really make you taste so dicine, do you want to try?"

With no choice left, Ye Qingying conceded.

Xiaoyao imdiately tore open his waistband to inspect his abdon.

"This wound..." she furrowed her brows.

What a strange injury this was.

"A gunshot wound?" It seed like she was beginning to rember sothing, yet she couldn’t quite grasp it.

But one thing was certain—she recognized the injury and knew how to deal with it!

"Does it keep hurting inside?"

Ye Qingying hesitated and then nodded.

The injury, indeed, needed attention; otherwise, any movent would be excruciating.

Although Yan Batian’s martial arts were formidable tonight, if it had been any ordinary day for him, he could have secured victory within a few dozen moves.

But, that night, he almost lost his own life because of the injury.

What exactly was this wound?