Yun Shuihan’s expression beca rigid, gradually showing signs of cracking. Yun Long had already climbed up from the ground. Despite being still shaken by "the old nun", he was more furious at her crudeness: "You vulgar old lady, co and face death!"
Yun Long had suffered a great loss earlier and still couldn’t figure out how Dong Huiying had poisoned him. His Longsword unsheathed, he pounced at Dong Huiying like a swift leopard. Dong Huiying was about to poison him again when clang, Yun Long’s Longsword was blocked by Su Lang who wielded a long knife.
At that mont, Su Lang seed like a different person, full of steely resolve and endless murderous intent.
Yun Long frowned deeply, and these two fought fiercely on the spot. Yun Shuihan did not intervene; she turned around, sat back in a rattan chair, and slowly poured herself a cup of hot tea.
Dong Huiying frowned, gazing intently at the battle. This Yun Long indeed had so skills. This kind of mastery... she recalled, seed to be even more formidable than Hong Fei and the others?
Could he actually match Su Lang?
The incident at the southern courtyard reached Prince ng’s ears, making him sowhat suspicious. Yun Shuihan belonged to the Eighth Princess, and she ca to the Prince Mansion not for Prince ng, but as a spy, buried by the Eighth Princess in Prince ng’s residence. As for "Senior Master Huixin", Prince ng initially doubted whether she was also sent by the Eighth Princess, but now "Senior Master Huixin" had a conflict with the Poison Doctor over a retinue.
Upon hearing the news, Prince ng headed towards the southern courtyard. At this mont, Su Lang and Yun Long were locked in an intense battle.
Dong Huiying was watching the fight from the sidelines and suddenly spoke, "Ah Su, attack his underarm!"
"Aim for his right arm!"
"Kick his right leg!"
"Monkey steals the peach!"
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Su Lang didn’t get it—Monkey steals the peach, what’s that? "You plaything, grab it! Right between his legs, grab it hard, yank that two ounces of flesh off him!!"
Yun Long’s face turned green; taking advantage of Su Lang’s distraction, he lunged with his sword, "You shaless old nun!"
Dong Huiying’s face darkened, "Tsk," clicking her tongue impatiently, she flicked her hand, releasing a black mist that imdiately enveloped Yun Long.
On the adjacent rattan chair, Yun Shuihan had been quite composed, but upon seeing the black mist, her brows furrowed, showing a solemn expression for the first ti.
In a snap, a silver needle flew towards Dong Huiying. Her face contorted with anger, "Damn it!" She cursed out loud, being utterly repulsed by this person, especially since the person was a poison player acting like a white lotus, pretending to be all fairy-like?
Even a fairy is a fake fairy; none can compare to her second master’s genuine fairy aura!
With sharp reflexes, she quickly kicked over a table, and the kick made her old leg ache—gritting her teeth in pain, she crouched behind the table as the clattering sound continued, with the silver needles all blocked by the wooden table.
"Playing needles with , playing hidden weapons with ? I’m your ancestor!!" After the silver needles fell, Dong Huiying stood up with a black face and flicked her hands again, releasing a rain of Golden Needles. The needle tips were all poisoned.
Yun Shuihan dodged, but the number of launched Golden Needles was too overwhelming; she avoided most, but her arm, shoulder, knee, and abdon got hit by several needles.
Suddenly, she let out a muffled groan; her originally fair skin swiftly turned green, which then revealed a venomous purple color.
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