The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 45 Offense
  "Nonsense! Xiaojiu, don't believe him, he bullied me, he really bullied me! He even touched me just now, touched my waist..."

As soon as Feng Ling's words came out, Ying Xiaojiu's attacks immediately became more violent, and her eyes became colder and colder.

If it weren't for the injuries on his body, he would really have broken both of the opponent's hands today!

He didn't even dare to touch the young lady's waist. This bastard actually dared to offend her!

Ying Xiaojiu was furious.

Mo Lingqiu over there was confused. When did this guy become so unreasonable?

I had never seen him deal with such a heavy hand when performing tasks in the Killer Building before.

Even if he becomes Fourth Miss's personal guard, he shouldn't be so ruthless. He is obviously here to protect Fourth Miss. What's going on now?

"Ying Xiaojiu, are you crazy?"

"I've said it before, this was a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to offend Miss Fourth. She just jumped on her..."

Hearing this, Ying Xiaojiu became even more furious.

"Do you dare to say it again?"

Ying Xiaojiu suddenly raised his voice. Mo Lingqiu also became popular,
  "It's the same thing several times! I didn't offend her."

"Then why didn't you push her away?"

"Why should I push her away? I'm here just to take the Fourth Miss back. Ying Xiaojiu, you won't forget your identity, right? The Fourth Miss is the master. If you are so nervous about her, do you have anything against the Master? An attempt?"

These words were like a thorn, piercing Ying Xiaojiu's heart.

The weapon in his hand was tightened, and the attack became more fierce.

Mo Lingqiu was scratched several times, and the small ruined temple was almost collapsed by them.

When the two were finally exhausted and had to stop fighting, both Mo Lingqiu and Ying Xiaojiu were seriously injured.

Despite this, they still glared at each other fiercely, their eyes full of hostility.

Mo Lingqiu carefully guarded against Ying Xiaojiu's attack. He was originally here to protect the Fourth Miss, but this task became extremely difficult.

After a brief silence, Mo Lingqiu seemed to understand something, and his eyes looked back and forth on Ying Xiaojiu.

Suddenly he laughed mockingly, his voice full of contempt,

"Ying Xiaojiu, have you fallen in love with Miss Fourth?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Ying Xiaojiu's eyes, but he immediately denied it.

"no!"

"I'm not guilty of any of the following."

Ying Xiaojiu said these words categorically, raising the long sword high again, his eyes as cold as ice, piercing the opponent's heart.

Mo Lingqiu obviously didn't believe it, a deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his tone was contemptuous,
  "Oh? Ying Xiaojiu, if you could put away the killing intent in your eyes, I might believe you more. And, if you really don't have any wrong thoughts about Miss Fourth, why are you so excited?"

Ying Xiaojiu stared at him closely, and tightened her grip on the weapon in her hand.

"Because you are bullying her, as the lady's killer, I naturally have to protect her."

Hearing this, Mo Lingqiu frowned and defended subconsciously,
  "I've already said that I'm here to take Miss Fourth back. This was originally a misunderstanding. You picked up your sword and slashed me as soon as you came up. What does this mean?"

Ying Xiaojiu was not moved at all, and of course he did not express his truest thoughts.

He was venting his anger. He was furious when he thought about this bastard hugging his master, tearing off her clothes, and touching her waist. He just wanted to teach him a lesson.

"Then it was you who offended me first!"

Ying Xiaojiu pursed her lips, and the coldness in her eyes became even worse.
  "Didn't you hear that she was crying? Why did you force her?" Mo Lingqiu was really speechless now. He stared at the other party for a long time, and finally put away his weapon, not wanting to explain to him.

He couldn't make sense with this one-minded man.

Mo Lingqiu thought helplessly, how many times had she told him, it was really not an offense, it was not an offense!

Why doesn't this guy understand? Is his head made of stone?
  Why are you so stubborn!

When the two were in a stalemate, Feng Ling finally came over from the ruined temple.

She quickly ran to Ying Xiaojiu and saw water drops on Ying Xiaojiu's forehead. She couldn't help but pick up her sleeve and gently wipe it away for him. Her eyes were full of concern and nervousness.
  "Xiaojiu, how are you? Are you injured? Let me see if the wound has opened again."

With that said, Feng Ling went straight to untie his collar, completely unaware of the melon-eating crowd standing next to him.

Ying Xiaojiu's originally cold face instantly became embarrassed.

He shyly avoided her hand, fearing that he would have some embarrassing reaction.

"I'm fine, the wound hasn't opened."

Ying Xiaojiu looked away depressedly, not daring to look at Feng Ling.

The original cold and hard aura disappeared instantly, just like a seemingly ferocious big dog that completely surrendered as soon as it saw its owner and had no deterrent effect.

Feng Ling watched Ying Xiaojiu avoid him, her expression showing some dissatisfaction.

But she didn't care too much here.

Ying Xiaojiu has always been so dull, and it is not easy for him to understand.

Feng Ling moved forward a little further, showing her closeness without reservation.

"It's okay."

Feng Ling breathed a sigh of relief, then reached out to help Ying Xiaojiu wipe the sweat from her forehead.
  "But why are you sweating so much? Your clothes are soaked."

Feng Ling got closer and found something was wrong.
  "Hey, this doesn't seem to be sweat. Xiaojiu, did you fall into the river? Why is even the ends of your hair dripping?"

When this was mentioned, Ying Xiaojiu's expression obviously became a little subtle.

He glanced at Feng Ling secretly, his lips moved, and a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

Just now, in order to relieve my physical discomfort, I jumped directly into the river to recover.

It was hard to suppress the hot emotions.

However, somehow, as she got closer, that inexplicable urge started again.

Ying Xiaojiu took several steps back and did not stop until Feng Ling's hand could no longer touch him.

Then he took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice,
  "I'm really fine, don't worry, Miss."

He really didn't know how to explain it,

It's better to just avoid her question.

Perhaps Feng Ling was annoyed by the other party's repeated avoidance. She stared at him displeased and spoke in a low tone.

"If you're fine, then why are you hiding from me?"

"You hugged me so tightly just now, why are you starting to dislike me now? Did someone say something bad to you again?"

Feng Ling said, glancing in Mo Lingqiu's direction dissatisfiedly, as if she had something to point out.

Feng Ling's expression became even more unhappy, and she looked at Ying Xiaojiu with resentment in her eyes.
  "Xiaojiu, didn't I tell you? You are my only killer, and you only need to listen to my words. You don't have to care about what others say or what others do, you just need to care That's enough for me. Why can't you remember?"

(End of this chapter)