Chapter 131: He is mine!

She didn't hear the sound just now; her ears were already ringing, and her eyes, like her clothes, were stained with blood.

A sheet of crimson!

It's been too long; she must get past!

Yue Yue is still waiting for her, and Ning Hanmo is still waiting for her to come home.

Her children are waiting for her—one waiting for her to save, the other waiting for her to come home!

No, she cannot sleep, cannot faint, cannot give up.

The woman who had been swaying, possibly about to collapse, suddenly straightened her body, her gaze fixed on Chen Ying.

"Come on!" another angry shout.

"But..."

"Kill him, leave no survivors." Ning Chengyan watched the scene, watched the person in all‑blood clothing, and a strange emotion welled up in his heart.

His heart ached!

The Wang Fu army's soldiers—against that breach's great blade, yet with a swing of the sword, how could those ordinary mountain bandits withstand the trained army?

"Who are you?"

If just now Jiang Yunchu's eyes had turned red, but now Chen Ying watched his brothers fall one by one, unable even to cry out before collapsing, his face ashen, his vision filled with red.

"The one who wants your life!" Ning Chengyan drew his sword and rushed forward.

It's this person—because of him, Jiang Yunchu is covered in blood and has entered this desperate situation.

Those who moved against him—then…

Just leave your lives.

But at the instant the Gentleman's Sword thrust out, a Soft Sword attacked from the side; her gaze was cold, killing intent unhidden.

"He is mine!" Jiang Yunchu bit her tongue tip, blood flowing faster from the corner of her mouth.

However, she remained unaware.

She only wanted to stay awake, to be able to focus.

Indeed, the immense fatigue, fighting one person after another, her brain had begun to shut down, everything before her blurred.

Ning Chengyan watched her, the persistence in her eyes.

"Good!"

He withdrew his sword.

But that single thrust made Yin Ling narrow her eyes.

"Gentleman's Sword!" She wouldn't mistake it, it's the Gentleman's Sword.

One of the Four Heavenly Swords, the Gentleman's Sword.

Isn't it in Ning Chengyan's hand? Isn't Ning Chengyan dead?

How could it appear here?

Then…

"Ning Chengyan!" At the moment Yin Ling shouted, she immediately stepped back.

But she ran too late; no, even if earlier, Ning Chengyan had no intention of letting anyone present go.

"Want to run? Too late!"

The Gentleman's Sword left its sheath again, a silvery‑white light slicing a silver arc across the dark night, like a shooting star sliding down from the horizon.

"Hehe~" Yin Ling laughed seductively, her slender waist twisting like a snake.

"Ning Chengyan, let's keep to our own waters, okay?" Her voice carried a hint of panting, endless allure in this night.

But Ning Chengyan watched coldly, the Gentleman's Sword thrusting repeatedly, each time leaving no reserve.

"Man, am I not attractive?"

"I don't need a title; just let me serve you."

Yin Ling's words, as if they needed no thought, amplified her aura endlessly in this night.

Plus the sound of the bell, ringing with each step.

Whether her appearance or that sound, they seemed like a feast.

But…

"Serve? I only want to drain your blood to compensate my Young Princess Consort."

"Want to run?"

"Disturb my mind?"

Ning Chengyan didn't smile, but his eyes held danger, like an abyss.

"Why move her?"

Then the Gentleman's Sword pierced Yin Ling's right shoulder, "Are you really bullying her like that?"

"Your hidden weapon, just this one strike, a sneak attack on her?"

Each question, like a Yama's summons, constantly reminded her that her life should end.

"Ning Chengyan, if you release me, I will be yours—all my power, all my information channels, will be yours."

Yin Ling slowly untied the clothing before her chest; the red gauze skirt, as if finally freed from its restraint, slipped to the ground.

But when she lifted her head, she discovered Ning Chengyan had, at some point, blindfolded his own eyes.

That black cloth blindfolded his eyes securely.

Not to mention her current pose—even if she were naked and standing before him, he couldn't see!

"Die!"

Ning Chengyan this time held nothing back; besides dealing with Yin Ling, he kept one eye on Jiang Yunchu's battlefield.

He wanted to help, but thinking of Jiang Yunchu's gaze, if he made a move, she would not distinguish friend from foe, and would unhesitatingly strike at him.

But...

This person can die.

Although his eyes were covered, a sword pierced the other shoulder of Yin Ling; Yin Ling's resentful gaze fell on Ning Chengyan.

For a heartless man, her allure had no effect.

In the fight against Jiang Yunchu, he had already used eighty percent of his hidden weapons; just now, the remaining twenty percent had also been expended.

After laying it out for so long, he still hadn't managed to lay out an escape route.

"Ah!" While she was distracted, a sword pierced her right leg.

Subsequently, the raised sword fell again, directly stabbing into her left leg.

"I will make you repay a thousand, ten thousand times everything you have done to her." Ning Chengyan's voice was cold, as if he were facing a corpse.

Afterwards, his sword swept directly across Yin Ling's face.

On her face, it left a deep scar.

"Ah! Ning Chengyan, you deserve to die. You deserve to die!" Yin Ling roared; even when her limbs were pierced by swords just now, she had never felt such emotion.

Her face was her greatest weapon, her foundation.

It was also what she cared about most.

Ning Chengyan, you actually want to destroy my face—then I…

But she was holding poison in her hand, hadn't yet crawled to Jiang Yunchu's side, and hadn't had a chance to scatter it…

This time, the Gentleman's Sword gave her a swift end, piercing straight from her back through her heart.

That filthy heart!

Ning Chengyan pulled down the tied black strap, then flung it backward; the black strap unfurled into a black cloth, directly covering Yin Ling's body.

Such a filthy thing—he didn't even want to glance at it.

Ruthless?

To strike at those he cares about, he has already been quite magnanimous.

"Jiang Yunchu."

Ning Chengyan's eyes turned dark as he looked at Jiang Yunchu, bloodied all over; he didn't know when, but her hand gripped the Triple Ring Blade.

The Triple Ring Blade was planted upright in the ground, and she leaned her weight on it; her right hand held the Soft Sword, scanning the surroundings.

"Come over!"

Her expression now resembled a trapped beast, also like a fragile child.

He slowly approached, his voice very soft, as if he were frightening her.