Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 142 - Why don't you look back at me?
Along the way, Wen Cheng Lu Xue kept holding Si Kong Que's left palm and did not let go.

But Sikong Que's right palm was tightly clasped with Li Qingmei's.

The three of them maintained this extremely weird and awkward posture, and marched unimpededly towards the false forest.

It wasn't until she completely left Yanjing and landed firmly on the boundary of Wuji College that Wencheng Lu Xue let go of Sikong Que's hand with a look of reluctance.

Li Qingmei didn't know what kind of complicated state of mind she was walking along the way.

Wencheng Lu Xue finally revealed her special feelings for Sikong Que.

Along the way, she only looked down at the hands tightly held by the two of them, thoughtfully.

As a wife, she really wanted to separate their entangled hands with all her strength.

But for the sake of the overall situation, she could only bear with the grievance in her heart, and awkwardly followed the pace of the two of them.

"Emperor Wencheng! Don't thank you for your kindness! My husband and I owe you a huge favor! If there is any need for us in the future! Just ask!"

Li Qingmei blessed Fushen, and said to Wencheng Lu Xue with tears of gratitude in his eyes.

"You're welcome, it's just a matter of raising your hands!"

"and also……"

Wencheng Lu Xue's eye sockets were reddish, and there were uncontrollable tears flowing in her eyes.

"I... I am already a pariah who has been expelled from the country, don't call me Di Ji anymore! I... I have a family and can't go back... Can you guys do me a favor and let me live in your house temporarily? I... ...I'm afraid alone! I dare not live alone on the street, please!"

She didn't look at Li Qingmei, but shook Sikong Que's arm pitifully, with tears in her eyes.

Sikong Que retreated to Li Qingmei's side to avoid suspicion, and neither refused nor agreed to Wen Cheng's request.

"Ding ~"

Just when Li Qingmei saw the embarrassment in Sikong Que's eyes and was about to reject Wencheng Lu Xue, several clusters of hidden weapons sprang out from among the branches, roaring towards the faces of the four of them.

"Be careful! There is an ambush here!"

Sikong Que yelled, and habitually hid Li Qingmei behind him.

Before the words were finished, more than a dozen masked men in black came flying from the dense forest.

These masked people don't know where they came from, they are all masters with unfathomable internal strength.

Wencheng Lu Xue's maid was the weakest, and she soon failed and lost her combat effectiveness.

The four of them gradually lost the wind and had no choice but to walk and retreat, fleeing to the direction of the Promise Academy.

Those men in black struck fiercely and made deadly moves. Sikong Que and Li Qingmei and his wife looked at each other with bitter eyes.

They just left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den. It seems that they are really doomed today.

Suddenly, several ghostly white shadows appeared in front of him, and after a while, several magic soldiers in white clothes and armor descended from the sky and quickly joined the battle.

"Miss Mei!"

"Light brow!"

Several concerned voices came from all directions.

Zhanying in red armor and Jananfeng with two knives moved towards Li Qingmei while facing the enemy.

And behind Li Qingmei is Qin Yin in a blue broad robe. It has been a long time since I saw him, but he has gone through a lot of vicissitudes, his face is full of stubble, and he looks haggard.

The one who was fighting with the enemy not far away from her turned out to be Xingye Nan who was supposed to be getting married. When she was slightly surprised, she suddenly heard a cry of exclamation in front of her.

"Sikong Que be careful!"

Wencheng Lu Xue's moans of pain came immediately.

"Wen Cheng!"

With an anxious expression on his face, Sikong Que rushed towards Wencheng Lu Xue who was lying in a pool of blood.

"Que..."

Following Li Qingmei's muffled snort, immediately behind Sikong Que was the corpse of a man in black whose throat had been cut with a lancet.

"Qin Jiaoxi! Please help me see how Wen Cheng's injury is!"

Sikong Que hugged Wencheng Lu Xue's shoulders in his arms, with a painful expression on his face.

At this time, the few men in black left in the field saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly flung out a red pill and fled.

Qin Yin didn't move, just snapped his fingers, and a woman in white came over.

"Little Lord!"

"Look at her injury!"

"promise!"

The woman responded and walked towards Wencheng Lu Xue.

Wencheng and Lu Xue's injuries were not as serious as they seemed, but Sikong Que's concern was messed up.

Soon, under the signal of the woman, Sikong Que carried Wencheng Lu Xue into the carriage not far away for treatment.

"Actually, I was hurt too, why don't you look back at me?"

Li Qingmei murmured in frustration, her right hand, which had been hiding behind her all this time, could no longer move.

The blood stained her stubborn and thin back, and behind her, a sad river of blood had already flowed out.

(End of this chapter)