Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1297 – Chapter 1297 Chapter 1284 Life–and
Chapter 1297: Chapter 1284: Life-and-Death Battle, Risking Our Lives Together_1 Chapter 1297: Chapter 1284: Life-and-Death Battle, Risking Our Lives Together_1 “No, I won't leave.”
Qing Yuan stubbornly shook his head, stuffing the fragments back into his palm: “I can't leave you alone to escape. We live and die together, either we leave together, or we die together.”
“Why bother with this?”
Mu Fan's breath hitched, his heartbeat suddenly skipping a beat.
At the moment the young man spoke of living and dying together, a never-before-felt thought lingered at the tip of his heart.
Life and death friends, huh!
Their acquaintance was no more than fleeting, their time together only two short days. How could there be such deep friendship?
“Senior Brother Mu has saved me from danger several times. Qing Yuan is not someone who forgets favors and betrays righteousness.”
As if to discern his doubts, Qing Yuan chuckled with a hint of heroism: “To live and die with Senior Brother Mu and fight a desperate battle, Qing Yuan's life is enough.”
“Alright.”
Time was running out, and Mu Fan no longer hesitated. He gripped his sword tightly, his heroic spirit rising: “Since you insist on not leaving, let's break out, seize the initiative, and catch them off guard.”
“Alright, let Qing Yuan give them a big gift first.”
Qing Yuan's eyes light up, and with a flash, he was several meters away.
“Boom!”
A loud explosion resounded in the bloody fog-filled depths of the mountain, and the shouts of the eight pursuers were heard.
Two of them couldn't dodge in time, and their flesh and blood flew as they fell dead.
The other six people's hearts were chilled with shock, and they fled in all directions.
“Cut them off, don't let them get away!”
Mu Fan followed suit, his sword unsheathed, and the sharp sword light surged like a raging tide, howling as it went.
“Ah!”
Two people were pierced through their hearts and died on the spot.
“They won't get away.”
Qing Yuan's gaze was icy, like a god of death descending. The short sword in his hand danced up and down, seizing lives.
“Ah!”
Another person's right arm was severed by the sharp sword light, and they screamed in agony before falling to the ground.
“Be careful of the back!”
As the remaining three circled behind him, Mu Fan's quick reflexes allowed him to intercept them with a horizontal slash of his sword, entangling them in combat.
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Under the dark night, murderous intent lurked everywhere. The two fought with all their might, attacking relentlessly at the cost of their lives, and eventually, just before they were utterly exhausted, they severed all eight pursuers beneath their swords.
“Cough cough.”
Qing Yuan's face was pale and his breath weak.
Forcing his mana to increase, overexerting his true essence, he still suffered a backlash from the secret art.
“Qing Yuan.”
Mu Fan quickly rushed forward, supporting his crumbling body.
“Hehe, two not-so-big kids, ruthless and decisive in their actions, quite interesting.”
In the bloody fog-filled shadows, a hoarse voice suddenly resounded.
“Who is it?”
Mu Fan's heart jolted, and he swiftly turned around, his sharp gaze locking onto the shadow hidden behind the strange rocks.
“Hehe, this young one has a very keen sense, able to detect this old man's presence.”
From behind the strange rocks, a white-haired old man emerged with a kind-looking face, but a disdainful tone.
A Nascent Soul Cultivator!
Mu Fan's pupils shrank, and upon seeing the newcomer's cultivation level, he couldn't help but feel shocked. He instinctively supported Qing Yuan as they retreated a few steps.
“Senior Brother Mu, just stall for a moment. Qing Yuan will quickly finish drawing the teleportation array.”
Qing Yuan's eyes flickered as a fragile thread of sound drifted into Mu Fan's ear.
“Alright.”
Mu Fan understood, and immediately released his hand, stepping forward to shield Qing Yuan, solemnly facing the old man with a bow.
“Tranquil Sect disciple Mu Fan greets senior, may I ask the senior's esteemed name?”
“You're a disciple of the Tranquil Sect?”
The old man's footsteps halted, a hidden light in his eyes: “This old man is just a rogue cultivator, with no notable name. It doesn't matter.”
Chapter end
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