Strongest Guard

However, in front of the black dragon, even if he was as tall as Yang Xiao, what could he do?    

Yang Xiao was such an awesome person. Wasn't he also in front of that young dragon on the peninsula? Wasn't he the one who was pushed down and brutally ravaged on the ground?    

What's more, the Black Dragon was an existence that was countless times more powerful than the young dragon.    

Killing Hua Yeshen was too easy.    

It would be best if the Ten Thousand Year Freezing Water could be brought back to the Dragon-hiding Stream and slowly admired as a specimen — The more the Black Dragon thought about it, the more she felt that this was the right thing to do.    

Thus, it laughed once again, indicating that it was very angry. At the same time, it also declared to the mysterious power that it could finally bid farewell to the bitter and bitter life of a single person.    

The truth proved that regardless of whether one was a human or a demon, one must never forget his image when feeling proud.    

Otherwise, there would be an accident.    

The Black Dragon was no longer laughing. Hua Yeshen was definitely dead.    

When it smiled, Yue Zitong suddenly understood something. She decisively kneeled on the ground and begged for its forgiveness.    

Helan Xiaoxin and the others also knelt down in unison. Their delicate bodies were shivering, and their frail bodies looked like they couldn't withstand the wind. This made the Black Dragon's ludicrous monarch of his previous life feel pity for them even if he saw them.    

"Please, God of the Night. All the punishments have been inflicted on me. "    

Yue Zitong heard nothing for a while and became even more flustered. She kept kowtowing and begging with a trembling voice.    

There was no movement.    

The wind suddenly died down.    

If this group of ladies were to raise their heads, they would discover that the layer of demonic light surrounding the moon was gradually fading.    

After an unknown period of time, the cold sweat that dripped down along Yue Zitong's smooth and round chin was just like a drop of dew. When it dripped onto the grass, it didn't make any sound at all.    

"A thousand faults, a thousand wrongs, they were all my fault. Please, master, put the god of the night. I … I can apologize on her behalf! "    

Yue Zitong gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. When she raised her head, she picked up a triangular stone from the ground and threw it at her right temple.    

"Tongtong!"    

"Director Yue!"    

"Zitong, don't —"    

Helan Xiaoxin and the others happened to raise their heads, and when they saw that she was about to commit suicide, they shrieked in unison.    

When the sharp corner of the stone was about to ruthlessly pierce through the snow on Yue Zitong's right temple, it was as if an invisible hand had grabbed her wrist, preventing her from moving even the slightest bit.    

Sweat trickled down his forehead, falling onto his long eyelashes.    

Yue Zitong's black butterfly eyelashes fluttered slightly. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a slim black shadow slowly walking down the small hill while stepping on the weeds that were covered with thorns.    

Hua Yeshen.    

Under the moonlight, Yue Zitong could clearly see that this slim figure was the Hua Yeshen who had been ordered to kill someone on the hill more than twenty minutes ago.    

She had returned alive.    

The Black Dragon finally let her go.    

With a smack, the stone in Yue Zitong's hand fell to the ground.    

Her delicate body swayed, and when she fell backwards, Helan Xiaoxin and the others immediately reached out and hugged her.    

"It's still reminiscing about old friendships."    

As if she was completely drained of energy, Yue Zitong leaned into Helan Xiaoxin's arms and laughed softly. She said softly, "All of you are, after all, the six paper men that he took with him when he was in business — what are you waiting for? Kowtow and thank you. "    

The six women that followed Yue Zitong here tonight were exactly the six paper men that Yang Guang accompanied him when he was in Monarch Valley business.    

Just as Yue Zitong had said, no matter how tyrannical Yang Guang was, he was still an emperor after all. He was a man--no matter how vicious he was, he couldn't bear to be merciless when Yue Zitong, who represented Empress Xiao, begged for mercy.    

Helan Xiaoxin and the others immediately kowtowed again.    

No matter what profession they are currently engaged in and what modern education they have received since childhood, it must be admitted that in the world we live in, there are still many phenomena that science cannot explain.    

These phenomena were a reminder of reality. There were many things that science could not explain.    

"Big Sis, what … what are you doing?"    

Seeing Yue Zitong and the others kneel on the ground and bow to her, Hua Yeshen jumped in fright and quickly dodged to the side.    

Yue Zitong raised her head and whispered, "Night God, kneel. "Thank, thank you for not killing me."    

Hua Yeshen's delicate eyebrows creased. She didn't understand what was going on at all, but she didn't refute him and obediently knelt down, facing the southwest.    

After three kowtows and nine kowtows, the seven women supported each other and stood up.    

Hua Yeshen was the only one who seemed to be at a loss. The other women's faces were as pale as paper and their sweat soaked their long black robes.    

"Night God, what did you see?"    

Yue Zitong glanced at the hill with lingering fear in her eyes. Unable to hold it in any longer, she asked in a low voice.    

"I didn't see anything--"    

As Hua Yeshen spoke to here, her eyebrows shot up as she raised her head to look at the bright moon.    

What was so terrifying about Brightmoon?    

If Brightmoon wasn't terrifying, then why would her beautiful face instantly lose all color?    

She saw the mists.    

The moon was so bright that when one looked around, they could see the road lights in the distance. How could there be any fog?    

However, like the night elf, Hua Yeshen could see the mist after she jumped into the forest as fast as she could.    

Fog drifted about. It moved about even though there was no wind.    

Hua Yeshen lost her direction the instant she landed on the ground. She didn't know where she was, couldn't see anything, and couldn't hear any sounds, as if she had fallen into some terrifying nightmare. At any moment, a terrifying monster would jump out from the mist, open its bloody mouth and tear her into pieces.    

The sudden feeling of helplessness made all the nerves in Hua Yeshen's body tense up. Her heart was beating so hard that she wanted to escape the fog as fast as possible.    

However, no matter how she tried to flee, she couldn't break free from the fog. She couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything, but she could feel the danger of despair getting closer and closer.    

She was scared.    

He had never felt fear before.    

She screamed and punched the tree trunk — but no matter what she did, it was silent.    

Just like what the people said, no matter how Hua Yeshen shouted and struggled, she couldn't wake up.    

Hua Yeshen was in despair.    

She could no longer control the intense trembling of her delicate body.    

She could clearly feel that behind her back, there was a pair of red eyes that were filled with lust, slowly approaching her.    

She wanted to look back — didn't dare.    

Just as Hua Yeshen realized that those evil eyes had appeared from behind her back, the fog suddenly dissipated.    

The insects' cries, the night wind blowing through the leaves, the moon shining through the branches of the trees, and the smell of fresh grass — all of a sudden, she was back in the world she was familiar with.    

Hua Yeshen didn't dare to stay any longer after struggling free from the terrifying nightmare. She turned around and left.    

Use the fastest speed possible!    

However, even though she clearly had a terrifying martial arts ability, she could only slowly move forward when she escaped the dense forest of hills with the fastest speed she could muster.    

Because of the previous struggle within the fog, she had exhausted all of her strength.    

Fortunately, she could still walk.    

After walking down the mountain, Yue Zitong and the rest of the group saw Yue Zitong kneeling in her direction, not caring about the snow-white feet which were covered in thorns and were dripping with blood, and even the bottom of her black robe had been cut into strips.    

After listening to Hua Yeshen's explanation, Yue Zitong and the rest looked at each other in dismay and fear.    

Fortunately, Yue Zitong reacted quickly enough.    

Otherwise, Hua Yeshen was dead for sure!    

After Hua Yeshen heard Loong Chengcheng's brief explanation, cold sweat broke out from her body. She knelt down once again and touched her forehead to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.    

"Tongtong, we … we're still …"    

Helan Xiaoxin asked softly as she forcefully pursed her lips.    

"Let's go."    

Yue Zitong looked in the direction of Dragon-hiding Stream and dreamily said: "We, must go, for Nanfang."