Chapter 1241 - Taking Everyone’s Breaths Away
Lu Yeming did not appreciate her help at all.
Even so, Jun Xiqing wasn’t bothered at all, her eyes crinkling into a smile. “West Duke, as long as you’re happy.”
When he saw her beautiful smile, Lu Yeming only sneered back at her.
“Hurry up, go inside and search the place, we must find the assassin!” Murong Fu’s voice could be heard.
“Master, what should we do now?” Fan Men asked.
A handsome figure appeared. “Follow me.”
Lu Yeming and Jun Xiqing turned back to look, it was Murong Ling!
…
But he hadn’t managed to.
Jun Xiqing pushed him away, getting up and she moved backward. She continued moving backward, shouting loudly as she did, “Hey, General Murong, I’m here!”
Her voice echoed through the forest.
“There! I hear some sounds, hurry!”
The army rushed over in her direction.
Jun Xiqing took one last glance of Lu Yeming and she gave him a smile before whistling.
Howl~
It was the sound of a wolf.
“Wolf! The wolf has come!”
Someone gasped before shouting out loudly.
Lu Yeming lifted his head, a wolf had come. The wolf was as tall as a human, with a full body of fur and its eyes were murderous, making one fear it instinctively.
“Oh god!” Murong Ling staggered backward.
Everyone assumed that the wolf would attack them, but the next moment, they were all stupefied.
The wolf walked over to Jun Xiqing, settling down beside her. Howl~
It was unbelievable. In her presence, the ferocious wolf behaved like an obedient pet in Jun Xiqing’s presence. Within moments, Jun Xiqing got on the wolf’s back, the moonlight shining on her and she was gorgeous in her white dress.
“West Duke, Third Prince, let’s hope… we don’t meet each other ever again!”
Howl~
Jun Xiqing rode on the wolf’s back, leaving the place.
“There! The assassin is there, chase after the assassin!” Murong Fu ordered and the army chased after Jun Xiqing.
…
It was quiet.
At least, it was finally quiet. It seemed Jun Xiqing had managed to draw the army away.
“Master.” Fan Men looked at Lu Yeming carefully.
Lu Yeming clenched his fists tightly, with furrowed brows, no one could fathom his thoughts. He was surrounded in a dark, menacing aura.
Let’s hope we don’t meet each other ever again.
She really was cool, leaving just like that, without giving a damn.
Ha.
The corners of Lu Yeming’s lips curved into a sardonic smile. She really thought… she would be able to leave?
…
The army was still chasing after Jun Xiqing as she rode the wolf, escaping in the forest at night.
She didn’t feel cold at all. As she had grown up in the grasslands, she absolutely loved the feeling of being able to run around freely.
Soon, they reached a cliff.
There wasn’t anywhere else to go.
“Stop running, you can’t escape!”
The army stopped and Murong Fu walked over.
Once Murong Fu saw it was Jun Xiqing instead, his expression changed. “Why is it you? Who are you? Where’s West Duke?”
Jun Xiqing was riding on the wolf’s back. “General Murong, it doesn’t matter who I am. This was to draw you away from West Duke, you’ve fallen into a trap.”
“F*ck! How could we let West Duke escape!” Murong Fu cursed, “I’m going to bring you back first! Someone take her away!”
Hearing Murong Fu’s orders, the army stepped forward, pulling out their guns.
They weren’t afraid of just a mere wolf.
Oh? Jun Xiqing sneered. Taking a flute out, she blew on it with astounding grace. Melodic tunes echoed throughout the forest, the most alluring sounds drifting through the darkness of the night.
Howl~
Hundreds of wolves appeared from the darkness, shaking their tails and revealing sharp, dangerous teeth. They stood in front of Jun Xiqing, protecting her.
Hiss.
Everyone gasped. T-This was… really unimaginable, it really was too shocking! Murong Fu’s face was stiff. This was an ancient skill. Impossible… She was a wolf whisperer!
A gust of cold wind blew over and the veil covering Jun Xiqing’s face fell, revealing her face. As she stood by the cliff, wearing a white dress and her hair flowing behind her, she really was an ethereal beauty.
Everyone looked at her in a faded stupor, she had taken everyone’s breaths away.
[1] Refers to public display of affection.