Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Could Her Highness the Princess be mad at Brother Fiance?

Throughout the entire ambush by this man, Xu Ming never once used lethal force.

Xu Ming wanted to capture him alive, to find out who exactly wanted his life.

When he learned that the man was Li Hui, Xu Ming felt as if luck was on his side.

Not even mentioning whether he was “the future son-in-law,” just with his identity as “Minister of Civil and Martial Affairs,” if the other party dared to kill him for no reason, it would be like slapping the Wu Kingdom’s face outright.

At that point, once he reported it, whether it was a powerful clan or anything else, none of them would have a good outcome.

Can’t touch the powerful clans? That’s because there’s no proper excuse, and one can’t break the rules.

But if there happens to be a legitimate excuse within the confines of the rules, the court would crush the powerful clans without mercy.

However, unexpectedly, Li Hui exploded into a mist of blood right before his eyes.

Xu Ming looked up and saw the girl walking towards him step by step.

The girl was wearing a short black dress, the hem barely reaching her knees, much like the fitted pleated skirts in Blue Ocean Star.

Short skirts are normal attire in Blue Ocean Star, but here, they’re considered scandalous.

Underneath the short skirt were a pair of long, well-proportioned legs that glowed faintly under the bright moonlight.

Even in the dim night, one could feel the whiteness of those legs, clearly an excellent bed partner.

Her feet seemed to be touching the ground but were actually about half an inch above it. The jade-like feet were spotless, each toe clearly defined.

Her hair was long, flowing down her shoulders, reaching just below her waist. Her bangs were neatly cut in a princess style, and her large, sparkling eyes blinked innocently, giving off a seductive charm.

This was a girl so beautiful it seemed almost excessive, but with just one glance, Xu Ming knew she was a temptress.

“Was it you who killed him?” Xu Ming asked.

“Eh?” The girl blinked her eyes, her white and tender fingers pressing against her lips, looking innocent and naive, “What is Brother Fiance talking about? Didn’t Brother Fiance kill him?”

Xu Ming furrowed his brows, knowing arguing with her was pointless; she was determined to frame him. He might as well try to extract some useful information: “Who are you?”

“The Black Lotus Sect of the Western Regions – Mo Zhu’er.” The corner of the girl’s mouth curved upwards, her alluring smile carrying a hint of promiscuity, mocking all worldly rules.

“Mo Zhu’er… I’ve heard of you, ranked tenth on the Red Beauty List?” Xu Ming said.

Mo Zhu’er pouted, her tone coquettish, akin to a绿茶 (green tea): “Seriously, with how good-looking I am, why am I only ranked tenth?”

She smiled brightly, like a night-blooming cereus under the moonlight: “In Brother Fiance’s eyes, am I really only worth the tenth rank?”

Xu Ming’s heart trembled slightly.

This wasn’t because Xu Ming was lustful, suddenly captivated.

It was a natural response for any man.

Xu Ming now understood why the top ten on the Red Beauty List were not ranked.

Just considering beauty alone, Mo Zhu’er was no worse than Wu Yanhan, ranked fourth.

But this temptress and Wu Yanhan were entirely different styles.

Mo Zhu’er had reached the pinnacle in the “temptress” category! And perhaps fewer people favored this style, hence her ranking at tenth.

Speaking of which, did the world prefer female monks? Why was Shixin ranked first?

“Really naughty, when someone talks to Brother, he zones out.”

The moment Xu Ming snapped back to reality, Mo Zhu’er was already in front of him, her delicate hands resting on Xu Ming’s chest.

“When did…”

Though Xu Ming was somewhat distracted, he still kept an eye on her every move, yet he didn’t know when she got so close!

“Bang!”

In the next instant, the Martial True Qi in Xu Ming’s chest collided with the girl’s Spiritual Energy.

Both were thrown back ten meters, Mo Zhu’er steadied herself, her skirt flaring slightly, while Xu Ming’s mouth dripped with a streak of blood.

Xu Ming’s shirt on his chest shattered, leaving behind a small black palm print.

“Wow~ Brother is truly amazing~~~ You managed to withstand my palm strike!” Mo Zhu’er exclaimed with admiration.

Xu Ming didn’t bother with her chatter, closing the distance, and threw a punch.

Xu Ming’s punch missed, and Mo Zhu’er appeared behind him, lightly patting his shoulder.

“Boom!”

Just a casual pat, and Xu Ming felt as if a mountain had pressed down on him, instantly creating a deep crater.

Xu Ming activated the Dao Pattern Eye again.

Because using the Dao Pattern Eye consumes a lot of energy, after defeating Li Hui earlier, Xu Ming had deactivated it. Now reactivating it, based on his current stamina and Spiritual Energy, he could maintain it for at most three minutes.

Through the Dao Pattern Eye, Xu Ming discovered he was under an illusion.

Whenever Mo Zhu’er attacked, the illusion would activate, and a shadow would attack him—this was what the Dao Pattern Eye revealed about her illusions.

Mo Zhu’er made him believe he was being attacked.

After each hit, Mo Zhu’er would cancel the illusion, trapping him completely in reality.

Xu Ming pretended to fall for the illusion several times.

And when she relaxed, thinking victory was hers, Xu Ming ignored the shadowy illusion.

Xu Ming passed through the illusion directly, appearing in front of Mo Zhu’er, punching her chest.

A soft sensation traveled through Xu Ming’s fist, but he only felt as if he’d struck a mass of fatty tissue, failing to touch any ribs.

Mo Zhu’er quickly distanced herself, her fair cheeks flushing red: “Brother Fiance is truly annoying, touching my chest like that. If Her Highness the Princess finds out, won’t she be mad at Brother Fiance?”

Xu Ming answered with his fists, having less than three minutes left. Once the time for the Dao Pattern Eye ran out, his stamina and Spiritual Energy would be depleted, leaving him at the mercy of this temptress.

While Mo Zhu’er’s face was smiling, her mind was frowning.

In the Western Regions, she had killed countless martial artists and monks, but none of them had physical strength comparable to Xu Ming!

Moreover, Xu Ming was also a Sword Cultivator!

Especially those eyes of his—her illusions had no effect on him.

“Brother is truly impatient. It’s late, I’ll go home first. We’ll play another day.”

Mo Zhu’er leapt up, evading Xu Ming’s punch like a butterfly, her white and tender toes tapping lightly on Xu Ming’s shoulder.

By the time Xu Ming looked up, Mo Zhu’er had disappeared into the night, her voice floating from the sky:

“Brother Xu, since you touched my chest, you must take responsibility for it oh~”

Xu Ming frowned, looking at his own fist.

His left hand, which had touched her chest, was already pitch black.