Chapter 165: Night

"Isn't it good for us to keep living here?"

Ling Ziye said softly.

"I still have many things to do. I need to make a conclusion there. After I finish my business, I will come back to accompany you."

Meng Su said firmly.

Ling Ziye was helpless; she did not want to go against Meng Su's will. After settling her mood, the two embarked on the journey again.

When the two landed on the original grassland, they were stunned by the tragic scene on the grassland.

Originally, there were thousands of herdsmen living on the grassland, but at this moment, all of them were dead, and hundreds of wild wolves and vultures were gnawing on the corpses.

Meng Su fell into chaos again at this moment. Seeing the scene before her, Ye could not help but clench her fists tightly.

Ling Ziye buried all the corpses and then quietly accompanied Meng Su's side.

Meng Su sat blankly on a large rock, looking at the sky.

A day later, Meng Su suddenly turned his head to look north, while Ling Ziye looked south.

A figure walked slowly from the north, the figure carrying traces of mist. It was precisely Wuyue.

A young man walked slowly from the south. The young man was dressed in red, his face was flamboyant, and his mouth carried a rascally smile. His appearance could be considered handsome, the kind of rascally handsome.

Seeing the young man, Ling Ziye was shocked and couldn't help but take a step or two backward.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to invite me to sit?"

The young man raised his head and said provocatively, looking Ling Ziye up and down lecherously as he spoke.

During this period, Ling Ziye had been nourished by love, and the coldness on her body had faded. The whole person was glowing and looked even more radiant and exceptionally beautiful. Coupled with her height of over 1.7 meters and her well-proportioned figure, she was both charming and sexy.

"Ji Wudao, I have already left the Left and Right Sects, so please let me go," Ling Ziye said softly.

Ji Wudao, ranked fourth among the Seven Young Masters of the Demon Capital. It seemed he had inextricable ties with the Left and Right Sects.

"You bitch, I treated you so well usually, but you never gave me a good look. Aren't you noble? Aren't you pure? Why are you hiding here stealing a man? Where is this bastard better than me?"

Ji Wudao suddenly roared hysterically.

"He is better than you in every way; you aren't even fit to carry his shoes. I just like him and am willing to give up everything for him. What can you do about it?"

Ling Ziye had already let go of everything and said coldly.

"Haha, no one can take what I, Ji Wudao, have taken a fancy to. I want to kill your man in front of you. No, I want to ravage you in front of your man. Haha."

Ji Wudao transformed into a red shadow, appeared before Meng Su, and punched Meng Su on the cheek.

Meng Su continued to look blankly at Wuyue, who was approaching from afar, as if he had lost the ability to dodge.

A white shadow flashed in front of Meng Su, and Ling Ziye appeared before Meng Su, grabbing at Ji Wudao's fist with one palm. At the same time, two willow-leaf blade shadows appeared in her eyes. From the start, Ling Ziye had unleashed her strongest supernatural ability: the Soul Severing Blade.

Ji Wudao's fist was blocked by Ling Ziye, and his jealousy reached its peak. Facing Ling Ziye's Soul Severing Blade, willow-leaf blades also appeared in Ji Wudao's eyes. These blades were exactly the same as Ling Ziye's Soul Severing Blade.

What Ling Ziye knew, Ji Wudao also knew.

After a few rounds, Ji Wudao lost his patience, took a small clay figurine from his hand, and squeezed it hard.

Ling Ziye let out a miserable scream, clutched her head, and fell to the ground.

"Aren't you capable? Have you grown some skills? Dare to make a move on me?" Ji Wudao roared.

"How do you have my Soul Contract?" Ling Ziye said with difficulty.

"Haha, what's strange about that? As the Young Master of the Left and Right Sects, I have the authority to call upon all the Soul Contracts of you assassins."

Ji Wudao took a stride, arrived before Ling Ziye, grabbed Ling Ziye's hair, and tore at Ling Ziye's clothes.

Ling Ziye's snow-white chest was exposed, with only a thin layer of gauze inside.

Facing Ling Ziye's alluring body, Ji Wudao couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, letting out a lecherous, ferocious laugh.

Just as Ji Wudao was about to further humiliate Ling Ziye, a figure stood in front of Ling Ziye.

Meng Su stood blankly before Ling Ziye and stammered, "She is my wife. If you dare to touch her, I will grind you to dust."

"Eh, this idiot actually knows how to cherish beauty. After I'm done enjoying her, I can reward her to you."

Ji Wudao laughed ferociously.

"Brother Ji, be careful, this person is extremely dangerous," Wuyue in the distance reminded.

"Dangerous? Where is the danger? Just an idiot."

After saying this, Ji Wudao punched Meng Su in the chest.

Meng Su actually didn't know how to dodge and took the punch solidly, his body swaying.

"Look, I said he was an idiot. He doesn't even know how to fight back when hit. Haha, fun."

Ji Wudao seemed to have found another form of entertainment. He let go of Ling Ziye and began to beat Meng Su.

Ji Wudao punched Meng Su in the chest again. Meng Su was about to fight back when Wuyue on the side felt the aura of the Demon Gu. She tried to control Meng Su through the Demon Gu and was pleasantly surprised to find that although she couldn't order Meng Su to do anything, she could restrict Meng Su's actions.

Wuyue controlled Meng Su through the Demon Gu. Meng Su was unable to move and could only passively take the beating.

Ji Wudao became addicted to beating him, one punch after another. Meng Su only swayed; he neither retreated nor fought back. Of course, his actions were suppressed by Wuyue, making it impossible for him to fight back.

Ten punches, one hundred punches.

Ji Wudao beat Meng Su crazily like he was beating iron. After one hundred punches, Meng Su's body underwent a change. Meng Su's body turned black.

"Look, this idiot can even change color."

Ji Wudao mocked, then continued to beat Meng Su. There was nothing more satisfying in this world than beating up a love rival.

Wuyue, who was watching the battle from the side, also showed a happy smile.

After another hundred punches, the black on Meng Su suddenly began to vibrate violently, and a powerful, strange aura appeared on Meng Su's body. Golden light appeared on Meng Su, and his black body began to transform into gold.

"Not good, kill him quickly, I can't control him anymore," Wuyue roared at Ji Wudao.

Ji Wudao also felt the crisis. He drew a broad sword from his body. This sword body was more than three times wider than an ordinary sword and was clearly not a weapon of the Demon Realm. He stabbed at Meng Su's chest.

Ling Ziye, who was dying on the ground, felt Meng Su's crisis. She wrapped herself in a thin layer of gauze. The gauze wrapped Ling Ziye and transformed into white smoke, appearing before Meng Su. Ling Ziye was pierced through by Ji Wudao's sword.

Ling Ziye turned her head to look at Meng Su and revealed a difficult smile: "Although I cannot fight for my husband, I can protect my husband once with my flesh and blood. Goodbye, my husband, my true love. In the days without me, you must live well. You must remember that there was once a girl who loved you very, very much."