lent."Liu Yan'er, what else do you want Can't you just stop""Naughty Ha... Annanlin, you've really grown your wings now, daring to say I'm being unreasonable Fine, I'll go home. I'll have my father ju...An Xuetang was shocked. She was always vigilant, why hadn't she felt anyone nearby

She immediately used her own skills, listening to the sounds within a radius of fifty meters. However, besides the wind and the sound of soldiers moving outside the camp, she didn't find anything unusual.

Just then, a magnetic voice suddenly came from above their tent, "War God Fifth Prince is truly worthy of being the number one expert in Tianba Kingdom. This seat admires you with all my might."

Mò Yúnjǐng and An Xuětáng immediately stood up, the two of them walked out. The soldiers outside the tent also heard the sound, they became alert, looking for someone!

Finally, the person was found above Mengyun Jing and An Xuetang's tent.

When Mo Yunjing and An Xuetang came out, the two looked up. Mo Yunjing instinctively wanted to fly up, but for An Xuetang's safety, he did not leave her side.

An Xuetang was somewhat taken aback. When she looked up, she saw the man standing in white, his clothes billowing in the wind like silk. He had a head of dark, thick hair and a pair of slender peach blossom eyes beneath his sword brows. He looked very much like a romantic, but people like that are often the most devoted.

An Xuetang didn't know how, she just felt this person gave her a very familiar feeling, but she couldn't tell exactly where the familiarity came from.

I have to admit, this man is extremely handsome. His beauty is different from Ajing's; he possesses a kind of enchanting allure that even she finds herself inadequate in comparison.

Feng Ming's eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked at An Xue Tang, a hint of recklessness in his voice. "Little beauty," he said, "it seems we meet again."

Mo Yunjing's pupils contracted slightly, emitting a faint chill.

Anshe Tang narrowed her eyes, "You're the old woman from last night"

Feng Ming burst into laughter, "To call me 'old woman' with such a handsome appearance of mine How unfitting!"

An Xuetang let out a cold snort, "I have something to ask you. Won't you come down first Since you're already here, are you afraid to sit down with us and have a cup of tea"

Feng Ming looked at Mo Yunjing with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "King of Bei Jiang, what do you think about your queen inviting me to try this"

Moyun Jing had a blank expression, no one knew what he was thinking. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Since the King's Queen has spoken, you should grace us with your presence"

Feng Ming suddenly burst into laughter, then threw a tiger thorn plum down.

Mo Yunjing's eyes darkened. He wanted to smash the flower with a palm, but An Xuetang suddenly reached out, forcing him to stop.

Logically, this Tiger's Claw Plum has thorns, but the one Fengming threw down had its thorns removed, leaving only her favorite little red flower!

"Little beauty, do you like it"

If this had been any other time, if someone had spoken to An Xue Tang with such a “flippant” tone, Mo Yun Jing would have likely taken action. However, at this very moment, he merely tilted his head and looked at An Xue Tang.

He could sense that An Xue Tang seemed to have a special feeling for this flower, and an indescribable feeling about this phoenix call.

A slight pang of bitterness rose in his heart.

An Xue Tang's inquisitive gaze locked onto Feng Ming, "You...who exactly are you"

"One's name and occupation remain unchanged, even if one is a phoenix!"

"Why did you help us yesterday You were the one who dismembered him, and those experts sent by Lan Chu Rong, you dealt with them too, right"

Feng Ming let out an evil smile. "How is it Already moved But this will only make the Northern Frontier King harbor even greater hostility towards me, oh. I don't want to end up as a soul beneath his blade, beauty... We have plenty of time ahead of us!"

Having said that, Feng Ming immediately flew away. His light kung fu was definitely first-rate; ordinary people couldn't catch up to him. Besides, the people in the camp were only looking at Mo Yun Jing; he didn't give an order to pursue him, so no one dared to act rashly.

An Xuetang lowered her head to look at the thornless tiger plum in her hand. This flower is also known as iron begonia.

This iron begonia is the smallest flower. Unlike azaleas, which are brilliant and colorful, or daffodils, which are pure and elegant, it's not as magnificent as peonies. Yet, it lives a fulfilling life nonetheless. On its branches, there are still small pink buds that are cute and adorable. Even in winter when all other flowers have withered away, the iron begonia remains resilient to the cold. A few bright red blossoms bloom amidst the bare branches, making them even more graceful and charming.

I have to admit, An Xuetang in her past life loved this kind of flower the most. An Xuetang had heard people say that the flower's meaning is—stubborn yet steadfast, gentle yet loyal, brave yet refined.

Someone once told her that her personality was just like the flower's description, so whenever she returned to the organization after completing a mission, that person would give her a red hibiscus flower. And the red hibiscus delivered to her hand was just like today's, with all the thorns removed.

An Xuetang has deliberately tried to forget about that person ever since she crossed over here, because she couldn't get over the scene of being pushed off a cliff.

She thought they were each other's only 'best friend', but she pushed her into the abyss at that crucial moment, shattering her to pieces!

An Xuetang didn't know how she got into the camp later, she only knew that when she woke up again, she was lying on the bed, Mo Yunjing was guarding by her bedside.

She blinked, "Ajing, I fainted again"

"Uh-huh."

Mo Yunjing reached out and touched her forehead, confirming she didn't have a fever before letting her get up and eat something. She had slept for a long time, the whole day and night. An's 1st time really reached a point of no control. For the sake of the common people, Mo Yun Jing might even be willing to kill his own flesh and blood.So all he could say was, whether An An could l...