Chapter 80: I'm really not a good person

Mo Qingyan saw this and furrowed her brows.

Why Yang Jun was being hunted, she didn't know and had no interest in knowing.

But now, Yang Jun actually stopped here to watch the commotion—this guy really has issues.

"If you don't value your life, keep watching—we'll never meet again!"

Mo Qingyan wore a dark face, speaking as she turned to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Yang Jun reached out and grabbed Mo Qingyan's hand in one swift motion.

"What are you doing?"

"Can't you stay with me a little longer?"

"Get lost!"

Yang Jun's words made Mo Qingyan flare up with anger again.

"Not cutting you down with one sword is already the utmost tolerance—don't push me further!"

Yang Jun was furious, shouting repeatedly.

Yang Jun understood, this woman's temperament was tough and aloof.

He wasn't in a hurry, instead smiling, he looked at Mo Qingyan and said: "Those killers are surely still looking for us; you're now my accomplice—if they set their sights on you alone, what do you think will happen?"

"Hmm, with this figure and looks, they'll definitely like it."

As he spoke, he again sized up Mo Qingyan before him, his eyes full of amusement.

Such a situation truly satisfied him.

"You, you shameless, you bastard, you lowly, you rascal..."

Mo Qingyan, overcome with rage, shouted loudly.

Amid Mo Qingyan's shouting, Yang Jun gave a slight smile and nodded.

"Exactly, I've never said I'm a good person."

"Since I'm a bad person, dealing with a bad person, you should understand my style."

Yang Jun gave another hehe laugh; Mo Qingyan had no choice but to clench her teeth, face full of indignation.

As for the current situation, to him there really was no other way to cope.

In short, having come to this point, no matter how angry or dissatisfied Mo Qingyan became, no matter how fiercely she cursed, she still had no choice but to leave.

Although Yang Jun was annoying and hateful, he had also said that he himself was being hunted; thus, if the two of them split up, danger would increase.

The best option was still to go together, which would be more secure.

Seeing Mo Qingyan not leaving, Yang Jun gave a slight smile and continued gazing toward Heiming.

Upon reflection, the original story also had a Heiming plotline.

This should be the Elder Princess Yun Fengyue ordering him to undertake a major task.

Because the mission demanded high secrecy, Heiming brought no attendants.

Later, Heiming was captured by a demon of the Heaven Sacrifice Sect; this incident caused Yun Fengyue, in her fury, to mobilize her forces and utterly eradicate the Heaven Sacrifice Sect.

Now, calculating the time, it seems exactly suited to the present situation.

This Heiming should be genuine.

Thinking this through, Yang Jun had another idea.

"Hey, help me out."

"Saving this person brings benefits."

Yang Jun tugged at Mo Qingyan's sleeve, speaking to her.

"Why should I listen to you?"

Mo Qingyan snorted coldly, a flash of anger crossing her eyes.

"You're so capable—go save yourself."

Hearing Mo Qingyan's words, Yang Jun wasn't annoyed.

"Madam, think it over—are you wanting to break up with me? Fine, go ahead; those masked assassins are waiting to play with you."

Yang Jun's single sentence made Mo Qingyan's chest ache with anger.

"You're truly despicable—just this once!"

Mo Qingyan also had no choice—who asked her to provoke such a petty man as Yang Jun?

Most importantly, this petty person never denies it, never even considers denying his petty nature.

This point alone is what truly matters.

Wanting to deal with it—where is it easy?

By contrast, Mo Qingyan would rather take action, directly teaching these Heaven Sacrifice Sect people a lesson—it would be more satisfying than dealing with Yang Jun.

Mo Qingyan brandished her long sword, leapt forward, and lunged ahead.

Yang Jun hurriedly followed behind, wielding the Holy Sword, while also staying alert in all directions.

If anything goes wrong with this situation, retreat quickly; as for Mo Qingyan, I can't save her.

As a direct disciple of the Vast Heaven Sect's Sect Leader, handling ordinary martial factions is certainly no problem.

Moreover, she just needs to escape—shouldn't that be simple?

While Yang Jun was thinking about these things, Mo Qingyan had already charged over.

No need for much fuss—after a few moves, this group was scattered.

So-called martial folk often rely on their influence to bully others.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is their nature; upon encountering anything, they first flee as a sign of respect.

Seeing these people run away, the matter seemed to have no problem.

At that moment, Yang Jun rushed out and stood in front of Hei Ming.

Hei Ming naturally saw clearly that the two people before him were not with those earlier people.

"Thank you both for saving my life!"

Hei Ming clasped his hands in salute, his face full of gratitude.

"I am Yang Jun, a servant of the Elder Princess."

Yang Jun was direct, waving his hand.

Hearing Yang Jun's words, Hei Ming was startled.

"What? A person of the Elder Princess? I don't understand what Young Master Yang means."

What sort of person is Hei Ming? He naturally understands that, although he is Yun Fengyue's confidant, there are things he can know and things he cannot know.

He quickly waved his hands and kept speaking.

Yang Jun looked at Hei Ming's wary expression and smiled slightly.

"Did the Elder Princess order you to buy warhorses and grain?"

Yang Jun lowered his voice, and that one sentence shocked Hei Ming even more.

Such news, I only learned through a secret order.

I haven't even done it yet—how does Yang Jun know?

Hei Ming couldn't help but size up Yang Jun, wondering if this matter was true.

If he weren't the Elder Princess's confidant, how could he possibly know about such a major affair?

You should know, this kind of matter could literally cost one's head!

"Could it be that the Elder Princess and the Heir..."

Hei Ming's face showed doubt, but also shock, and a hint of realization.

He immediately spoke up, saying repeatedly.

"Alright, if you know something, just keep it to yourself; no need to talk more."

Yang Jun smiled and lightly waved his hand at Hei Ming.

Since Hei Ming has his own thoughts on this matter, let him think as he wishes.

So there's really no need to say more.

"Yes, I understand."

Hei Ming now believed it, and his attitude became more respectful.

Since things have come to this, let them be as they will.

However, Hei Ming still harbored a hint of doubt.

Just how many people did the Elder Princess send for this matter?

Wasn't the person who previously delivered the secret order the Elder Princess's confidant?

Thinking of this, Hei Ming was startled again.

Could it be that the Heir of Prince Pingxi before us is truly the Elder Princess's confidant, sent to monitor me?

Such a thing is certainly possible.

Hei Ming felt even more uneasy.

Yang Jun leaned in, lowering his voice further: "The Elder Princess entrusted you with this matter; you handle it yourself—I am merely secretly protecting you."

With Yang Jun's single sentence, Hei Ming's doubts were dispelled.