The Chi family head was watching... the girl who had offended Young Master Song, Ming Zheng?
That little girl was indeed beautiful and eye-catching, captivating and alluring.
However, if the person standing here now wasn't the Chi family head, one might still suspect that such a blatant gaze was perhaps directed at Ming Zheng.
But this person was the Chi family head!
That man, like a bright moon, noble as a deity.
How could he be like those ordinary, vulgar men.
Who would be attracted to Ming Zheng's face?
The A-class martial artist thought for a moment and continued to guess the deity's thoughts: "That girl is the one who broke Young Master Song's arm. We have gathered here to avenge Young Master Song."
"I didn't expect Young Master Song to invite you, Chi family head. It was worth my trip."
He chattered on, spewing compliments like a barrage of fireworks.
As the A-class martial artist spoke, he also glanced in Song Zhekun's direction.
Song Zhekun, supported by other martial artists, was now lying flat on the ground, spitting blood with a whoosh.
His eyes were wide open.
Towards their direction, his mouth opened and closed, as if trying to say something.
Unfortunately, he was spitting too much blood.
His face was too contorted to tell what he intended to express.
Ming Zhirou, on the other hand, the moment she saw Chi Xian, her mind subconsciously recalled the scene at Imperial Capital Academy when Chi Xian stood up for Ming Zheng.
Although...
Later, the Ming family parents explained that Chi Xian had only reluctantly intervened out of respect for Mo Qiyu.
But now, with Chi Xian's appearance, his gaze was entirely fixed on Ming Zheng, not Mo Qiyu!
Moreover, who was that handsome man in the blue suit, with his extraordinary demeanor?
Ming Zhirou harbored a vague sense of unease.
Song Zhekun was unable to speak.
Everyone also assumed that Chi Xian was the trump card specifically invited by Song Zhekun.
Seeing Chi Xian continuously watching Ming Zheng with a somber expression,
The A-class martial artist chimed in again: "Chi family head, that woman is promiscuous, finding so many men to stand up for her. She won't leave this back mountain today! You don't need to worry. With me and this innate powerhouse here, you don't need to make a move."
He spoke with great confidence.
The innate powerhouse beside him turned green and took a big step to the side.
If you want to court death, do it yourself.
Don't drag him into it!
He didn't want to die!
"Bang!"
At the same moment, the cold and indifferent man suddenly raised his foot.
Before the A-class martial artist could react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily against a tree trunk.
The thick tree, under the force of this powerful impact, collapsed with a rumble, crushing the A-class martial artist beneath it, rendering him immobile.
Then, the tall and elegant man strode with his long legs towards Ming Zheng.
The innate powerhouse, watching Chi Xian also walk towards the girl, was utterly stunned.
It was over!
This was the end!
People from the Mo Sect, the Chi family head, were actually here for... Ming Zheng!
Who said that girl was just a discarded piece of trash by the Ming family?
Who said that girl was alone, an ant that could be crushed easily and casually?
Where in the hell was she a waste?
Where was she alone, an ant that could be easily crushed?
To know people from the Mo Sect and have such a good relationship.
Could she be an ant?
To have the Chi family head so concerned, and clearly so jealous.
Could she be an ant?
Couldn't Song Zhekun have investigated the other party's background before teaching them a lesson?
The innate powerhouse was covered in cold sweat, his mind racing to figure out how to extricate himself from this farce.
No matter what, he couldn't offend the Mo Sect!
"Fifth Senior Brother!"
At this moment, Ming Zheng's smiling eyes, like a vast starry sky, flickered with brilliant streams of light.
Her nose felt a slight sting.
She thought that seeing her Fifth Senior Brother in the "Mo Space" was already the greatest boon she had received after making a wrong choice.
She never imagined she would see her Senior Brother so soon.
She wasn't ready... psychologically.
And Senior Brother... had traveled thousands of miles, across mountains and rivers, to arrive in Xia Country.
Just for... her.
Ming Zheng's eyes turned slightly red.
This was a hint of vulnerability she only showed to her Senior Brothers.
She opened her arms, wanting to throw herself into her Fifth Senior Brother's embrace.
To feel that warmth, which for her, felt like it had been a lifetime, two lifetimes, since she had last enjoyed it.
Before she could reach her Senior Brother's embrace,
Her wrist was gripped tightly.
A tremendous force pulled her body forward.
Her face crashed into a firm yet incredibly soft chest.
Hot, scorching breath wafted over her face.
Her nostrils filled with a familiar scent of sandalwood.
Ming Zheng: "???"
Ming Zheng suddenly looked up.
Indeed, she saw that face that perfectly matched her aesthetic, a face that could overturn cities and states!
Chi Xian!
"What are you doing here?"
Ming Zheng's raven-like eyelashes blinked, her astonishment boundless.
Her chin rested on the man's chest.
Looking up, her gaze fell upon the sexy Adam's apple, held in place by a button.
Under her gaze.
The Adam's apple bobbed.
Exquisitely alluring.
Ming Zheng inexplicably felt a little thirsty.
She felt like opening her mouth and taking a bite...
Cough!
Ming Zheng shook her head, rubbing her face against the man's chest.
At what time, in what situation was this?
She was thinking about such things!
Beauty is deceptive, beauty is deceptive.
Looking at the little head nestled against his chest, Chi Xian's earlier brooding anger seemed to be smoothed away in that instant.
That warm, soft touch.
Felt as if it was caressing his heart.
Filling the void in his heart.
His entire displeasure and coldness vanished in that moment.
Leaving only a faint tenderness in his eyes.
"Did you forget something?" the man's low, magnetic voice seemed to question.
But in Ming Zheng's ears, it sounded like a spoiled... complaint?
The thought sent a shiver down Ming Zheng's spine.
The hand that held her slender waist tightened its grip, pulling her closer into his embrace, and the low, magnetic voice sounded again: "He and I... appeared at the same time, so why did you see him and not me?"
Ming Zheng: "?"
When her Fifth Senior Brother arrived, he came directly to her.
She hadn't seen her Senior Brother for a combined total of four years in her two lifetimes.
Naturally, her attention was focused on her Senior Brother!
What was there to be angry about?
Ming Zheng reached out to pry away the hand resting on her waist.
Did this man's habit of sticking close when he spoke truly never change?
It was fortunate he had such a face.
If he were even slightly less attractive.
He would have probably been sent to a sewing machine factory by now!
As she moved.
The man, as if anticipating her actions, grasped her hand first.
The man's palm was broad and warm.
A slight enclosement could completely envelop Ming Zheng's hand.
Ming Zheng: "..."
Don't be angry, don't be angry.
A simple shoulder throw would calm him down.
Maintain a smile.