beautiful and noble.As long as it reaches the Ghost-level martial soul, without external force destroying it, after the martial cultivator dies, its Ghost-level martial soul will not disappear. It wi...Yang Bushi was dumbfounded. He was completely lost, nowhere in sight. His wife was miles away. Was this a death sentence

Everyone chuckled and, smelling the aroma of deer meat, swallowed nervously.

This look scared Yang Shu back. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"Tonight, sleep far away. Whoever dares to appear in my sight will be killed by me!"

Fang Zhuang shook his head, "Your Majesty, I can only leave ten meters. No more."

Yang Bun stared at them. Of all these people, Fang Zhuang had drunk the most deer blood.

"This king will sleep in the tree tonight." Yang Shu threw the roasted venison to his secret guard.

Brotherly love can't stand up to gambling.

He is charming and always has been.

Yang Shu sighed, troubled and distressed.

The guards couldn't resonate with Yang Su, each taking large bites of venison.

In the north of the frontier, the food is mostly vegetarian. They have been on a vegan diet for so long that when they see a deer, they wouldn't let it run away.

As night deepened, Yang Shu tugged at his collar and rolled several times before dropping down from the tree.

He went to the riverbank for some air without disturbing anyone.

Fang Zhuang opened his eyes, sat up, and fanned himself with his sleeve.

In order not to disturb the king's sleep, he remained in one position without moving at all.

If he had known the king hadn't gone to sleep, he would have had some water.

Looking at the riverbank, Fang Zhuang opened his water bag and drank greedily.

Yang Shu washed his face and strolled along the riverbank, intending to dispel the heat.

After a short while, Yang Shu washed his face again. Compared to before, his alertness had significantly decreased; he didn't even notice the approaching shadow.

When Yang Shu realized something was wrong, the person had already gotten close to him.

Under the moonlight, Yang Shu saw clearly the other person's face. It was a girl in her twenties, with thick eyebrows and a high nose, with a hint of heroism.

Yang Shu drew his short knife without hesitation.

A young woman appearing in the wilderness at night, it's impossible for her to ask him for directions.

"Here comes someone!"

Yang Shuguang shouted loudly, and he did not underestimate the opponent just because she was a woman.

Fāng Zhuàng and others quickly got up and rushed to Yáng Shù.

But their actions were nothing compared to that girl's speed.

In a single move, the woman in green put Yang Shu unconscious.

"Your Majesty!"

Fang Zhudao roared, his eyes wide with fury. From afar, he couldn't see the details, only that Yang Shu had been harmed.

"I killed you!"

Fang Zhuang's eyes were bloodshot, like a dying beast.

The guards also clenched the knives in their hands, with murderous intent.

Just as they were about to approach the woman in blue, a group of men in black rushed forward and fought fiercely with the guards.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing them take Yang Shu away, Fang Zhuang went mad, hacking wildly and recklessly chasing after them, disregarding his own life.

But there were people in black who obstructed him, and Fang Zhuang's steps couldn't keep up.

The clash of swords rang out, startling birds into flight.

The man in black refused to fight the guards to the death, fighting and retreating as he went.

When the sound of horse hooves arose, the man in black threw his blade and jumped into the river.

Fang Zhuang sprinted after the horse with all his might, but on two legs, there was no way he could outrun four. Fang Zhuang could only watch as the horse disappeared from sight.

"Let's go!"

At this time, Mi Wei rode his horse over.

Fang Zhuang hurried to his feet, and the group of them chased after the woman in blue.

As the sky gradually brightened, on the mountain path, Fang Zhuang was fanning his face wildly. He was damned! He hadn't protected His Majesty well.

The guards' jaws were clenched tight. They had searched every path, scoured the woods, but those people, they just vanished.

"Look again!"

The watchdog growled low.

Fang Zhu wiped the blood from his lips and swung himself onto his horse.

As the sun rose higher, in the dilapidated courtyard, Xiao Yi pried open Yang Shu's mouth and poured an entire bowl of dark medicine down his throat.

Sitting by the bedside, Xiao Yi focused intently on the three-legged chair.

It wasn't until a man's pained groans echoed through the house that Xiao Yi turned her gaze.

With her hand reaching to her waist, Xiao Yi untied her outer robe.

She had intended to make her move at Frost Maple Ridge, but plans are often thwarted by unforeseen circumstances. Yang Shu arriving at the riverbank in the dead of night presented an unexpected opportunity.

The man's breathing grew heavier, he grabbed Xiao Yi and pulled her onto the bed.

Xiao Yi offered no resistance. In just a moment, all that remained on her body was the constricting breast binder.

The house had been unoccupied for a long time, with a musty smell. Fearing the bed frame might have rotted away, Xiao Yi had reinforced it beforehand.

But no matter how much it is reinforced, it can't be completely silent.

The man's breath was on her neck, Xiao Yi's brow furrowed, a hint of pain in her eyes.

With a vacant gaze fixed on the ceiling, she remained silent for what felt like an eternity. Finally, a single tear rolled down Xiao Yi's cheek.

It's truly pitiful, what an ordinary woman would be ashamed of, she eagerly seeks out.

Yang Shù knew no fatigue, like a wild beast, driven only by instinct.

The bed was in disarray.

The sound did not subside until nightfall.

Xiao Yi got up and put on her clothes. After a while, she took a step, and immediately clenched her fists.

Gritting her teeth, she did not stop.

When Yang Shu woke up, the sky was already bright. After a moment of daze, his eyes became sharp, and he immediately looked around.

He was too fast, he couldn't dodge at all.

Who is that woman

The imposing tree caught Yang Shu's eye, causing him to furrow his brow. Where was this Why wasn't there a single person in sight

Get him, it's not just for fun.

Yang rushed to stand up, but in the next moment, his pupils dilated. He, he wasn't wearing anything!

What the hell is going on!!!

Yang Shu's face darkened, he shook his head, trying to remember something.

"Creak, creak."

Yang Bushen raised his head and looked towards the source of the footsteps. Someone was coming, were they the ones who had come for him

Stand up, Yang Shu ran in the opposite direction.

He took only a few steps before his foot stumbled and he almost fell flat on his face.

What on earth did she do to him!

Yang's eyes darkened with a surge of emotion. He inwardly cursed the Qingyi girl's ancestors.

I've never heard that before!

Killing a man is possible, but humiliating him is not.

He is already married, shame on you for acting this way!!!

Unable to run, Yang Shu clenched the sharp wooden staff tightly. Her gaze calmed down, her eyes were filled with a cold killing intent.

Facing away from the approaching person, Yang struck with his wooden staff as footsteps came closer behind him.

He swept his face, Yang thrust out his hand and turned it, the wooden stick slashing across the man's neck, drawing blood.

"Your Majesty!"

Fang Zhuang knelt down, the burly man cried like a child.

Yang Shu threw the stick and turned to Fang Zhuang's back, stripping off his outer garment.

"Why are you crying I'm not dead yet!" Yang Shu was feeling agitated and roared.

The movement lured the search party to the secret guards.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing Yang Shu, the guards were overjoyed.

Yang Shu tightened his outer garment and strode away.

The guards quickly followed.

"Have you found anything" Yang Shu turned his head and asked coldly.

"The hilt is from the Industry Nation, the rest... still under investigation." The bodyguard knelt halfway down, "Please punish me, your Majesty."

"Has news of my abduction leaked"

"Only a secret letter was sent to the Queen," the guard replied in a low voice.

Yang Shu pursed her lips, "How to do it, don't I need to teach you"

Without any desire to speak, Yang Shu strode away.

He was always secretive about his whereabouts, confident in his martial arts prowess, and surrounded by so many people. As a result, with just one glance, he had them knocked unconscious.

If the other party came for his life, he would already be a cold corpse.

Too smooth sailing, his sense of crisis has obviously faded.

He didn't feel like he would be followed, nor did he think anyone could do anything to him.

Yang Shu only felt pain in his face after he rubbed his cheekbones.

He was very unlucky this time, he was robbed, but luckily he wasn't killed.

Don't let him expose you!ower, let alone escape from the black qi.A feeling of helplessness welled up inside him, and he vaguely saw the Soul Sword carrying the three people and flying into the teleportation portal. Only then...