Chapter 72: Mo Qingyan's Capture

Now Mo Qingyan firmly believes those rumors outside are true; Yang Jun, such a shameless scoundrel, is nothing but a spoiled aristocrat, his behavior disgusting!

Seeing Yang Jun lying in her arms taking advantage, Mo Qingyan secretly felt relieved.

But soon Mo Qingyan could no longer feel happy.

She had wounds on her body; wanting to deal with Yang Jun in front of her, how could that be easy?

Not to mention whether she could win in a direct clash, if she attracted the attention of those Fifth Prince's people outside, she would only be in more trouble.

She had planned to use the Air Pavilion Divine Skill to assume Yun Xiyue's appearance, then snatch the Holy Sword from Yang Jun's hands, but she never expected others wouldn't even give her a chance to look.

It seems now she can only endure the humiliation, wait for the right moment, and take the Holy Sword from Yang Jun's hands.

Mo Qingyan felt unwilling and aggrieved; at that moment Yang Jun moved again.

At that moment he grabbed her with both hands and pulled her toward himself.

"How is it? Do you like it? You said before my figure is good."

"Mm, good, I like it."

Mo Qingyan was speechless, also utterly at a loss.

Originally in the Sect, these female disciples were high and mighty.

Although the master had mentioned, they were prepared to pave the way for Zhou Tian.

Yet they had never come into contact with men; after all, in their view such things were extremely disgusting.

But at this moment Mo Qingyan shockingly discovered that, for some reason, she now lacked the usual aversion and repulsion she had expected!

Moreover, there were even some extremely strange feelings.

"Since you like it, don't overthink it—let's continue!"

Yang Jun wore an evil grin again, hehe.

While speaking, he became even less restrained, continuing to kiss.

"No, don't."

"Don't?"

"I, I mean, you, you're the one taking the initiative."

Mo Qingyan was both shy and anxious, unable to refuse.

"Haha, it seems you're still shy; then let me do it."

Yang Jun appeared wanton and arrogant, even more full of self-satisfaction.

Mo Qingyan endured shame and anger, straining to stretch her hand forward, intending to grip the Holy Sword's hilt.

Clearly the Holy Sword was just placed nearby, within easy reach.

But the detestable Yang Jun pressed his body down tightly; no matter how far she stretched her hand forward, she couldn't grasp it.

Yang Jun's body was dead heavy, pressing tightly against her, preventing her from getting close.

"Yang Jun, can you please loosen your grip on me first?"

Mo Qingyan took a deep breath and pleaded.

"Sure."

Yang Jun agreed quickly, so quickly that Mo Qingyan felt it somewhat unreal.

But now Mo Qingyan couldn't worry about anything else; as soon as Yang Jun loosened his hold, she immediately stretched her hand forward—so close to the Holy Sword that grabbing it would solve everything.

As for that bastard Yang Jun, daring to treat her this way, she would certainly stab several holes into him.

Mo Qingyan's hand trembled slightly; she could see she was about to grab the Holy Sword.

A flash of light passed through her eyes; all her humiliation could be washed away.

But just then, her waist tightened; Yang Jun suddenly scooped her up in a bear hug, then with a thud slammed her back onto the bed.

At the same time, that bastard Yang Jun seized the opportunity to move closer.

"What, what are you doing?"

Mo Qingyan wanted to cry, just a little bit, as she could see she was about to obtain all of this.

But now things have turned out like this.

"What are you doing? Isn't this our habit? Besides, you used to like it a lot too."

Yang Jun showed a look of surprise; Mo Qingyan clenched her silver teeth, her whole mouth almost breaking them.

"This bastard, does he really have to force people?"

"Honey, since this is between us, just bear with it a moment; I'll show you the Holy Sword—us two, who's with whom, even if I gave you the Holy Sword, it would be fine."

Yang Jun gave a slight smile and slapped Mo Qingyan's buttocks.

Mo Qingyan's body trembled, and she let out a soft gasp from her mouth.

Faced with such things, Mo Qingyan again chose to endure.

Yang Jun looked at Mo Qingyan, whose buttocks he had just smacked, and hehe-laughed.

【With these tricks, you still want to deceive people?】

【Since you've come knocking, who wouldn't enjoy freeloading?】

【Zhou Tian, you think having the Mandate of Heaven means you can truly conquer heaven? Both Holy Swords will be mine!】

【And your senior sister will also be mine!】

Yang Jun was full of self-satisfaction; damn the Mandate of Heaven, damn the kingly-way protagonist—none of it meant anything.

No matter what, I will now enjoy all of this; I am the true protagonist, everything under my control!

Yang Jun was very satisfied, looking at Mo Qingyan disguised as Yun Xiyue beneath him, about to pull down his own pants.

Who would have expected that at this moment Yun Xiyue vanished, and the face appearing before him was still Mo Qingyan's.

Immediately after, she threw a punch, blasting toward Yang Jun.

"I—crack!"

Yang Jun let out a startled cry, quickly raising both hands to block.

Although he managed to block that punch, he still had to hastily retreat, narrowly avoiding it.

Mo Qingyan glared angrily at Yang Jun, her eyes blazing with fury, as if she wanted to devour him alive.

Shameless, bastard!

Just now that playboy took advantage of me, kissing and groping—it's completely over the top!

Mo Qingyan was both ashamed and angry, even more wishing to kill Yang Jun right before her eyes.

"Shameless rascal, you clearly noticed me long ago!"

Mo Qingyan shouted in anger, "If I couldn't hear Yang Jun's thoughts, then I would truly have been completely taken advantage of by this bastard, letting him have his way with me for free."

Perhaps, I wouldn't really let Yang Jun go that final step with me.

But Mo Qingyan still believed that being touched by a man like Yang Jun was the ultimate humiliation, unacceptable!

"No, you want to pretend to be my wife, so of course I'll help you keep up the act; besides, with such a beautiful wife, why would I expose it?"

Yang Jun gave a slight smile and shrugged.

"What a pity, just missing that final step."

As Yang Jun shook his head and sighed, Mo Qingyan gritted her teeth and stomped her feet hard on the ground.

She leapt forward, charging straight ahead, about to seize the holy sword by force.

"What a good senior sister, even at this time she hasn't forgotten her mission."

Yang Jun spoke with a smile, also shaking his head lightly.

He didn't stop her, just watched as Mo Qingyan reached out to grasp the holy sword.

Mo Qingyan was overjoyed, but at the moment she gripped the crimson holy sword, the sword emitted an eerie crimson light, sword qi spilling like blood, enveloping the guest room.

Mo Qingyan was shocked, no longer daring to seize it, she could only desperately retreat.

Just a pity, Mo Qingyan, while retreating, was already too late.

The crimson blood-sword's blade light fiercely pierced her eyes, and amid her cries of pain, two streams of blood tears flowed.