Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 166 In this life, I will only be with Lin Xin, one life, one love.
Mo Ziyuan reacted immediately, and without hesitation, he swung his longsword, slitting the throat of the person who had ambushed him.

As the man collapsed to the ground, the sword that had pierced Fu Jing's chest and protruded through his back was pulled out, leaving a bright red spray of blood.

Fu Jing groaned and was about to fall to the ground when Mo Ziyuan caught him with lightning speed, and he leaned weakly against him.

"Fu Jing!" Seeing this, Meng Yixuan, who was not far from them, shouted in grief and anger, and quickly swung his long sword wildly, carving a bloody path to Mo Ziyuan and the others.

"I'll put him on the carriage, and you clear the way for me." Mo Ziyuan casually chopped off the arm of the black-clad man who rushed over, and while supporting Fu Jing, he said to Meng Yixuan as they walked towards the carriage.

“Alright!” Meng Yixuan readily agreed, then transformed into a human drill, clearing a path for them among the densely packed men in black.

Gao Yong and his men also saw what was happening here. They rushed over in unison and formed a strong human wall between the carriage and the men in black, managing to stop the men in black with difficulty but successfully.

Mo Ziyuan led Fu Jing to the carriage, where Lin Xin was already waiting and helped him get on the carriage.

"Xin'er, give me the medicine!" Mo Ziyuan tore open Fu Jing's coat, which was almost soaked in blood, revealing the hideous wounds inside.

Lin Xin handed over the hemostatic powder she had prepared in advance. Without saying a word, Mo Ziyuan pulled out the stopper and poured it onto Fu Jing's wound. However, the sword had really stabbed in the wrong place, damaging a major blood vessel. As soon as the powder was poured on, it was washed away by the surging blood. After a whole bottle of powder, the bleeding did not stop at all.

"What should we do?" Mo Ziyuan's hands were trembling slightly. He had seen injured people before, but Fu Jing had gotten himself into this state to save him, and he couldn't quite accept it.

Lin Xin sighed inwardly, gathering wood-type power in her right hand, intending to stabilize Fu Jing's injuries first, at least to prevent him from dying now.

But Fu Jing opened her eyes first and grabbed Mo Ziyuan's wrist, "Ziyuan..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out again. He coughed and didn't finish his sentence.

"Don't worry, I will definitely save you. You should rest for a bit..." Mo Ziyuan said incoherently, while patting his chest to help him catch his breath.

Lin Xin turned her head away. The two little ones were huddled together in the corner of the carriage in fear. She gently patted their heads to comfort them, then reached out and took a cushion and placed it behind Fu Jing's back. She was afraid that if she let him lie flat again, he would choke on his own blood.

Fu Jing had caught his breath and leaned against the cushion in the carriage. Seeing Mo Ziyuan's anxious expression, a faint smile appeared on his lips. He stopped Mo Ziyuan from applying medicine to him again and said softly, "Ziyuan, don't waste the medicine. I know I'm not going to make it. You... could you please, for the sake of me taking this sword for you, marry... let my sister into your family?"

He originally wanted to ask if he could marry my sister, but after seeing Mo Ziyuan's suddenly cold expression, he changed his mind.

Faced with Fu Jing's pale and pleading face, Mo Ziyuan felt a surge of frustration filling his chest, but he couldn't release it. In the end, he actually picked up his longsword and stabbed it into his own chest.

Lin Xin quickly grabbed his wrist and forcefully snatched the sword from his hand, glaring at him angrily: "What do you want to do?"

"I..." Mo Ziyuan, afraid that the longsword would hurt her, quickly released the hilt and let her take the sword. Seeing her glare at him again, he said awkwardly, "I thought I would just give this life back to him. Anyway, I will never marry his sister." "Really not?" Lin Xin asked.

Mo Ziyuan immediately raised three fingers and declared, "I, Mo Ziyuan, hereby swear that in this life I will only be with Lin Xin, and will never have any connection with any other woman. If I break this oath, may I be struck by lightning and my entire clan be exterminated!"

"Alright, just say what you want to say. I believe you. Why are you making any oaths?"

Fu Jing, standing to the side, was utterly despondent. Couldn't he even give his own life to secure Mo Ziyuan's marriage proposal for his sister? What then was the point of his sacrifice?
But looking at Mo Ziyuan's expression, he felt relieved that he hadn't agreed. Otherwise, given his infatuation with Lin Xin, even if his sister did marry him as she wished, she would probably end up alone in an empty room.

"If you don't agree, what about the debt of gratitude you owed me for saving my life?" Lin Xin pointed at Fu Jing and asked Mo Ziyuan.

Mo Ziyuan gritted his teeth and replied, "Marrying his sister is absolutely out of the question. I can only repay him in another way."

Lin Xin was fairly satisfied with his answer. She decisively knocked Fu Jing unconscious with a chop to the neck, then rekindled her wood-type power in her right hand and channeled it into his body to stabilize his internal injuries. Soon, his complexion visibly improved, and he was no longer the lifeless, coffin-like figure he had been before.

Mo Ziyuan's heart finally settled down, and his gaze towards Lin Xin was so gentle it was almost dripping with tenderness.

"You stay and watch over him, I'm going out for a walk to clear my head," Lin Xin said, holding Mo Ziyuan's sword in her hand.

"Xin'er, you still have injuries!" Mo Ziyuan was helpless. Only his Xin'er could talk about going out to kill people in such a fresh and carefree way.

"I'm all better now, don't stop me. Quickly put some medicine on him and bandage his wound!" Lin Xin stretched her body, nimbly took Mo Ziyuan's sword, jumped off the carriage, and rushed into the crowd of people in black.

"Miss Lin, how is Fu Jing?" Meng Yixuan kicked away the black-clad man on his longsword and rushed to Lin Xin's side to ask.

"He should be fine, Mo Ziyuan is watching him!" Lin Xin replied calmly after severing the neck of a man in black.

For some reason, Meng Yixuan could detect a hint of viciousness in her calm tone.

The Third Prince had been watching the battle from the woods. As his men dwindled, Gao Yong and the others, though injured, were not seriously wounded and none of them were incapacitated. This darkened his eyes. At this point, he had given up hope of obtaining that position. However, he knew that these were people his elder brother valued, including his son. Even if he died, he would take a few of them down with him.

While fighting, Lin Xin suddenly felt extremely uneasy. She kept swinging her sword and used her movements to look around, trying to find the source of this unease.

During the apocalypse, it was this sudden unease that saved her life several times, and she never doubted that she might be experiencing perceptual errors.

Just as she dodged another sword thrust from behind by the man in black, she finally found her target. The Third Prince was holding a round, black object and gesturing toward them, seemingly wanting to throw it at them.

Alarm bells rang in her mind, and without thinking, she gathered all the remaining water-based abilities. A huge, invisible water sphere suddenly appeared around the Third Prince, completely enveloping him, including the black sphere in his hand.