Chapter 69

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Chen Mo hurriedly chuckled and ran over to pick up Little Eight, who was pretending to be dead, while retreating and saying, "Heh, heh. Well, let me say one more thing, I really didn't mean to take it from you... Alright, alright, goodbye, no, wait... don't say goodbye."

After retreating about seven or eight meters, he dared to take a closer look. The woman, with her cold and stern aura, even with her eyes slightly closed, still exuded a chilling killing intent. The black veil covering her face hid most of her fair skin, but the snow-white neck extending downward was hard to ignore, making it difficult to look away.

Ming Youlian was clearly severely injured; the fire poison had already deeply harmed her. Seeing her forehead drenched in sweat, mixed with the fire poison, and the white mist rising from her body, he believed her face under the black veil was filled with pain.

Suddenly, a wave of fiery energy spread throughout Ming Youlian's body. Unable to suppress it, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing her in such a state, a sense of guilt flashed through Chen Mo's heart. After all, he had eaten all the medicinal herbs she had found.

At this moment, a commotion came from a distance.

"Brother, the noise is coming from this direction."

"Let's go check it out. It might be that guy."

A voice echoed from the cliff, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, interrupting Chen Mo.

"Oh no."

Chen Mo's heart sank. It must be the pursuers, who were following the noise from the earlier fight and were now closing in.

"Bad luck. I just managed to escape from Ming Youlian, and now those guys are back." Chen Mo muttered to himself, these people were like maggots clinging to a bone.

Just as he was about to flee, Ming Youlian's body trembled, and she spat out another mouthful of blood. Her tightly closed eyes and furrowed brows showed her intense pain, and her body swayed, about to faint.

If she wasn't treated in time, her life would be in grave danger. And with the pursuers closing in, even if he managed to escape, Ming Youlian would surely be implicated. Under the heavy reward offered by the Red Flame King, they would surely take advantage of the situation and tear her apart.

Chen Mo had noticed that she had shown mercy earlier. Otherwise, with her strength, he and Little Eight would have been dead many times over. Moreover, he had consumed the thousand-year-old spirit essence, which was meant to save her life, so he felt some guilt.

After a brief hesitation, Chen Mo made up his mind. Whatever the case, this situation was his fault. He couldn't just watch her be torn apart. He felt that Ming Youlian was not the demon the Red Flame King described.

Especially during the battle, he heard Ming Youlian say that the Red Flame King deserved to die.

Approaching cautiously, a cold aura hit him, making Chen Mo shiver. He whispered, "Ming Fairy, it's not that I, Chen Mo, want to take advantage of you, but I can't bear to see you fall into the hands of those evil people. I apologize."

"Brother, that guy is here." A shout came from not far away.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth and steeled his resolve. He supported her shoulder with one hand and lifted her waist with the other.

"Hisss," a strong burning sensation came from Ming Youlian's body, as if her thin clothes were about to burn through. The fire poison had clearly invaded her meridians.

Without hesitation, he turned her over and carried her on his back. A fragrance, like that of a hidden orchid, filled his senses.

The scent of this woman was truly intoxicating. Chen Mo's heart wavered, but now was not the time to savor it.

Using the Willow Fluff technique, his body moved like a light breeze. The wind brushed past his ears, and he moved up and down, gradually distancing himself.

As for Little Eight, when it came to escaping, there was no need to worry. Indeed, its head was stretched out, and it ran with all four limbs, its speed even faster than Chen Mo's.

The movement caused Ming Youlian, who was on his back, to let out a soft, delicate moan.

The enchanting and seductive sound was completely different from her usual cold and stern demeanor. It was like a beautiful melody that reached his heart, making his bones tingle.

It felt like a fine current, rapidly spreading through his body, quickly taking control of his nerves. A moment of inattention almost caused him to lose his balance, but fortunately, his extraordinary composure helped him maintain control.

After a moment, a fragrance of spirit grass wafted over. As he leaped again, the embarrassing bulge between them jiggled. The heat from the fire poison made their clothes stick together, and Chen Mo could clearly feel the softness and firmness, the subtle and mysterious sensations of the collisions and pressures.

Poor Chen Mo, a young man, could hardly bear such temptation. He clenched his teeth and focused on escaping.

The three pursuers, seeing Chen Mo carrying someone on his back, saw it as the perfect opportunity to capture him.

"Chen Mo, surrender quickly, and we'll leave you a complete corpse."

"Kid, if you keep running, you're dead."

Amid the chaotic shouts, three high-level Spirit Masters pursued him.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth, and with both hands, he swept over Ming Youlian's round and firm buttocks, landing on her slender legs. The smooth skin felt like congealed fat, and the subtle sensations filled his hands. His heart trembled, but at such a critical moment, he couldn't afford to hesitate.

Although Ming Youlian was extremely weak, she was still conscious and could sense the pursuers. She let out another soft moan, a sound she had never made for any man. Now, it was far more than just a touch. Her whole body felt light, and she felt his strong grip. Her lips parted slightly, and her body instantly went limp.

Her initial anger towards him was quickly overshadowed by the unfamiliar sensation. Under the black veil, her fair face turned red, but the raging fire poison quickly brought her back to reality.

Ten meters, five meters... the distance closed in. Seeing a cave not far ahead, the pursuers knew it would be hard to find Chen Mo once he turned the corner. They looked at each other, exchanging signals. Suddenly, the three of them increased their speed, forming a line.

A powerful aura rushed towards Chen Mo's back.

Instantly, the surrounding rocks and leaves were swept up, and dust flew everywhere, the momentum was fierce.

Chen Mo immediately sensed the aura coming and knew it was bad. At that moment, Little Eight transformed into a green light, its large shell blocking the front, and it spat out a stream of water, like a gushing spring, to counter the incoming aura.

With a "bang," Little Eight was unable to resist the aura and rolled into the cave, giving Chen Mo time to dodge. The aura broke through the barrier and struck the top of the cave, shattering the supporting rocks and causing a massive boulder to fall.

Rocks flew, and just as they were about to hit Ming Youlian on his back, Chen Mo spun in mid-air, changing their positions.

"Thud, thud." Chen Mo's chest was hit by several rocks, and he and Ming Youlian rolled down a slope into the cave.

"Boom," the massive boulder fell, sealing the cave entrance.

The cave was a long, steep slope, seemingly bottomless, and pitch black. A strong sense of control filled Chen Mo's heart.

Chen Mo's hands tightly held Ming Youlian's back and waist. Her slender waist, which could be held with one hand, was much softer than her appearance suggested. Her shoulders were delicate, and her chest was proud and firm. The jolts and bumps made it hard for Chen Mo to breathe.

Chen Mo struggled to avoid the rocks hitting her, but the situation was dire, and the sound of tearing clothes was frequent.

Fortunately, a sliver of light soon appeared in the distance. Before long, the two of them tumbled out of the cave and stopped, their backs colliding with Little Eight's shell, which sent it flying and caused a pile of rocks to scatter.

The surrounding cliffs were steep, and looking up, it was like a dry well. The ground, bathed in sunlight, lacked the eerie feeling of the cave at the bottom of the cliff.

Ming Youlian's eyes were slightly closed, her clothes tattered, and her veil long gone, revealing a face of unparalleled beauty, as if a celestial being had descended. Now, without her usual coldness, she appeared delicate and weak.

Her clothes, torn into strips, barely covered her fair and tender skin, exuding a seductive charm. Ming Youlian, lying on Chen Mo, left him at a loss.

Her slightly closed eyes, with their curved lashes, and the orchid-like fragrance made Chen Mo's heart tingle, sending ripples through his mind. Her delicate nose, with its gentle breath, and her slightly dry lips, which opened and closed, revealing her white, translucent teeth, added to the allure.

The black palace dress, already thin, now barely covered her body, revealing her exquisite figure. Her white, tender skin was visible, and a mole below her collarbone, moving with her breathing, was particularly alluring.

Chen Mo's mouth was dry, his breathing rapid, and his heart was filled with agitation.

At that moment,

"Thud, thud," the sound of rocks rolling brought Chen Mo back to his senses. He saw Little Eight, having dug itself out of the pile of rocks, rolling towards him.

"Ming Youlian's fire poison began to rage again, visible on her exposed skin.

Chen Mo tried to stay clear-headed, not to be swayed by her beauty. Seeing her furrowed brows and the painful sweat, he knew she was in grave danger.

He stood up and supported Ming Youlian. Her body was like water, soft and boneless, making it hard to believe that such a delicate woman could emit such a powerful and cold aura. However, from her actions, she didn't seem as evil as the Red Flame King described.

"Alright, alright. You don't seem like a demon queen. Saving you once will be compensation for the thousand-year-old spirit essence." Chen Mo muttered, "I hope this isn't a story of the farmer and the snake."

Chen Mo, lost in thought, didn't notice Ming Youlian's long lashes tremble slightly. The strength in his fingers gradually dissipated.

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