There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Phoenix Dance...

Imitating the preparations he had made in the previous instance, Jiang Mo disregarded the risk of being seen through by Bai Yifei and was about to forcefully unleash this ultimate technique from the Hundred Birds.

Suddenly, a slight stinging sensation came from the fingertip.

It was the pain caused by the constantly tightening, constricting hair cutting through the skin stiffened by the frost.

This strand of hair is...

Dongjun?!

Jiang Mo knew perfectly well what was wrapped around his hands; it was his beautiful black hair, which he had prepared with witchcraft to prevent Dong Jun from harboring resentment and secretly taking revenge.

There's no way to curse Naihe Dongjun.

Yet it can sense the other person's presence like radar and detect their approach.

At this moment, this striking feedback reached its peak. And even before that mythically elegant and noble figure appeared, there was a warmth like the spring sunshine in March.

The frost that had previously made Jiang Mo's body stiff melted away in the sunlight.

Like a goddess descending from the heavens, Dongjun gracefully landed in front of Jiang Mo, and with a light flick of her jade hand, released the spell she had been preparing.

A dazzling, bright golden handprint blocked Bai Yifei's thrusting sword.

Even though the astonishing aura of bloodlust moved Dongjun, she still managed to repel the opponent's attack before the giant handprint was shattered.

She then placed her hands behind her back, slightly raised her jade-like neck, and looked at Bai Yifei with a haughty air, saying:

"No matter what grudges or grievances you have, you can't do anything to him today. I need to let you know that this guy belongs to me..."

Chapter 51 Where is the demeanor of a master?

Silently following behind Jiang Mo, she stepped in to save him in a moment of crisis, making a dashing entrance while delivering a domineering confession that seemed to declare her ownership.

This was certainly not the script Dongjun had envisioned.

The words spoken to Bai Yifei had a second, crucial second half: "This guy is my target, my arch-enemy whom I must defeat head-on to avenge my previous humiliation."

Save him first, then kill him yourself.

Moreover, it would have to be a direct and decisive defeat of Jiang Mo at his peak.

This was Dongjun's true thought, but unfortunately, she couldn't voice it. Before she could finish speaking, Yan Lingji suddenly rushed over and tackled her to the ground.

Dongjun, who had fallen to the ground, was completely dazed.

As the saying goes, a master should have the demeanor of a master. As a genius of the Yin-Yang School, a talent that appears only once in a century, Dongjun has always held himself in high regard. Even when he is no match for his opponent, he retreats with composure.

When have we ever seen someone in such a panicked, disheveled, and disorganized state?

Therefore, in her understanding, as a master of the Innate Realm, one should be able to deal with any situation calmly and composedly. Even if one cannot solve the problem with ease, one should not panic and lose one's composure when faced with difficulties, just like an ordinary person.

Bai Yifei's performance was very much in line with Dongjun's perception.

Even though he was surprised by the sudden appearance of the unfamiliar enemy who blocked his way, he did not lose his composure. Taking advantage of being knocked back by the giant handprint, he darted backward and regrouped.

Jiang Mo's performance was also very good.

Even in that life-or-death situation, he remained remarkably calm and rational, secretly devising a way to deal with that sword strike.

On the contrary, Yan Lingji, who was also a master of the Innate Realm, was the one who panicked the most.

Without launching an offensive or defensive attack, she forcefully shattered the blocking ice wall and then devoted all her power to acceleration.

Rather than coming to save people, it seemed more like they were rushing in to shield themselves from the knife without hesitation.

Even under those circumstances, it would have been difficult for her to react in time.

With her hair disheveled and her appearance crazed, Yan Lingji had clearly lost her rational judgment and was acting impulsively based entirely on her fluctuating emotions.

Where is even a trace of the demeanor a master should possess?

Dongjun, however, maintained a state of being observant and attentive to all directions. She initially thought that Yan Lingji, who was rushing straight at her, was preparing to launch a sneak attack on Bai Yifei from behind in order to relieve Jiang Mo's predicament by attacking Wei from Zhao.

At that moment, she silently made a judgment in her mind:

The idea was good, and you worked really hard, but unfortunately, you were a little too slow. As for saving Jiang Mo, hmph, you lost.

That's right, Dongjun is a woman who cares a lot about winning and losing.

Although she blamed most of the blame for her previous defeat on Jiang Mo, Dongjun still harbored resentment about Yan Lingji having swallowed her Sun True Flame.

Then naturally, I must defeat Yan Lingji once.

But Dongjun didn't expect that she had overestimated her opponent this time. Yan Lingji hadn't even considered the strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao." Even though Bai Yifei used the momentum to dodge, Yan Lingji still pounced straight at Jiang Mo.

This caught Dongjun completely off guard.

She was still reciting her entrance lines when Yan Lingji, accelerating at full speed, rushed straight towards her like a streak of fire from the sky. Caught off guard, she realized it was too late to dodge.

He only had time to cast a protective spell on himself.

Then, the woman who was blocking Jiang Mo's way was tackled to the ground by Yan Lingji, who had her arms outstretched. The three of them rolled away on the ground in a heap.

I'm not sure whether to describe it as "rolling like a donkey" or "rolling meat."

Even when she failed in a previous mission and was forced to retreat, Dongjun had never been so embarrassed. She immediately turned red with anger and shock.

What made Dongjun even more embarrassed and annoyed was that she was tightly sandwiched between the two of them.

The panic of almost losing her made Yan Lingji too emotional, so much so that she completely ignored the fact that Dong Jun was there as a barrier. After reaching Jiang Mo's waist with both hands, she hugged him tightly, wishing she could mash Jiang Mo into her own body.

This saved Dongjun from his predicament.

In front of her was Yan Lingji, whose hair was disheveled and clothes were in disarray after her forced outburst. Behind her was Jiang Mo, who was originally poised to unleash his full power. Sandwiched between them was Yan Lingji, who was not only inexperienced in such matters, but also had very little experience interacting with the opposite sex.

forward?

Oh, there's no need to move forward at all, because Yan Lingji is trying her best to get closer to Jiang Mo's arms. There's no need for Dong Jun to bravely climb and advance towards the mountain; the majestic peak will come uninvited.

They are still two fiery mountains about to erupt.

When Yan Lingji was using all her abilities, her body temperature soared to a level far beyond what ordinary people could bear. Even with magical protection, the heat still made Dongjun panic.

She nearly suffocated by the deep ravine, and in a panic, she tilted her head back and leaned back.

However, what lay behind him was not a safe zone. Jiang Mo had originally planned to forcefully unleash the Phoenix Dance Six Illusions to deal with Bai Yifei's attack, but since Dongjun had come to his aid, there was no need to make that risky attempt.

However, once the blood and qi are stirred up, they cannot be calmed down in a short time.

Under the control of the "Ten Thousand Gu Threads Technique", the muscles in his body, which were taut like bowstrings, still did not relax.

Wanting to escape the overwhelming pressure in front of him, Dong Jun leaned back slightly and rested against Jiang Mo's chest.

Under Yan Lingji's forceful pressure, her back inevitably pressed tightly against Jiang Mo's body. Even through their clothes, she could clearly feel the contours of Jiang Mo's muscles.

The pressure deformed her plump, fleshy buttocks.

An incredibly strong masculine aura, accompanied by the surge of blood and qi, burst forth from Jiang Mo's body, causing Dong Jun to stiffen involuntarily.

Her fair and delicate skin was instantly tinged with an alluring blush.

Moving forward, it's incredibly suffocating.

From now on, it will feel uncomfortable.

Caught between two attacks, Dongjun was truly in a dilemma, unsure of what to do. In his confusion, he was swept away by Yan Lingji and rolled a considerable distance on the ground.

Bai Yifei, standing beside him, couldn't help but stare in disbelief.

What is this? Aren't we in the middle of a life-or-death struggle? Can you guys be serious? I'm not here to add some fun to your lives!

First, a strange woman jumped out to assert her dominance, then two women and a man rolled around on the ground.

Even Bai Yifei, who was usually as indifferent as a dead man, couldn't help but twitch his lips twice before stepping out to swing his sword and end the absurdity before him.

As soon as they set off, a heavy, whistling sound of wind breaking came from behind them.

Wushuang Gui, who had just run to catch the coffin, finally returned to the battlefield. With the heavy coffin on his left hand and a broken tree trunk in his right, he launched a fierce attack on Bai Yifei.

This bought Jiang Mo and the others a chance.

"Alright, alright, I'm fine, you don't need to panic. Let's finish up the important business at hand and get out of here as soon as possible."

With a forced effort, Jiang Mo stopped the tumbling motion and gently comforted Yan Lingji, who had fallen in front of him.

At this moment, Jiang Mo also felt extremely strange. He was very skilled at dealing with Yan Lingji, but dealing with someone in the middle was a different story.

This is truly unprecedented.

Let alone wanting to gently pat Yan Lingji's back to comfort her, even if he wanted to say a word to her, he would have to tilt his head to the side to avoid Dongjun's head blocking his way.

Even as he spoke, the breath he exhaled still caused Dongjun's beautiful hair to sway and dance behind his head.

The subtle, almost imperceptible, teasing sensation as she brushed against Jiang Mo's cheek was truly irresistible. And feeling Jiang Mo's hot breath, Dong Jun couldn't help but shrink back slightly, her ears turning bright red, almost as if they were about to bleed.

A warm fragrance, like rays of sunlight, continuously seeped into Jiang Mo's heart.

It dispels the cold and malevolent energy within the body, making one feel more energetic.

Having a warm, soft woman in one's arms is enough.

With astonishing perseverance and willpower, Jiang Mo was still able to barely hold on. But to have such intimate contact with Dong Jun in front of Yan Lingji, even while talking to her, was truly remarkable.

The sentiment known as "a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a stolen one" then took hold.

Let alone Jiang Mo, even the Holy Monk couldn't suppress him.

Because of her position, Dongjun was forced to lie in Jiang Mo's arms, which made her heart flutter. The warm breath that brushed against her ear and neck when he spoke gave her a feeling of being intimately close to him.

A hazy light welled up in her eyes, and her delicate body, still weak from the rolling and squeezing, finally went limp.

But her remaining rationality told Dongjun that she could not succumb to this.

Stimulated by the strange sensation, she instinctively tensed her body, attempting to express her resistance. Little did she know that even adjusting her posture while pressed tightly together would bring a unique kind of stimulation.

Especially the feeling of pressure from tightening muscles...

"Hmm~"

Hearing the soft hum that Jiang Mo couldn't help but let out from his nose, Yan Lingji finally realized how rash her actions had been and quickly released her arms that were tightly holding Jiang Mo's waist.

And with a hint of resentment, he slapped Dongjun's buttocks, sending the annoying barrier between them away.

"Snapped!"