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

Despite a sigh of disappointment, Jiang Mo never stopped moving forward.

With his amazing agility, he traversed mountains and forests and soon found a clear stream.

Just as Jiang Mo was washing away the filth from his body, the girl's exclamation reached his ears:

"You, you stay away! Do you know who I am?! If you dare to harm me in the slightest, I will lead my army to raze this place to the ground tomorrow!"

Chapter 26 Why is the white-haired zombie's bangs white?

The stream is crystal clear and has never been polluted.

Jiang Mo squatted by the stream, staring at his reflection in the water. He felt slightly dazed, and only one thought swirled in his mind:

Who is this handsome guy?

me?

Does your corpse puppet refining ritual come with a beauty and skin-enhancing effect?

For straight men who might not look in the mirror twice in three days, their own image and appearance are actually quite vague, and even if they try to recall them, they often find it difficult to clearly remember them.

The image of the past has long since become blurred in my mind.

However, Jiang Mo was certain that he had never been this wicked and cold before.

If I had to say, in the [Baiyue Fire Rain] dungeon, his image as Mo Shi is only somewhat comparable to his reflection in the water.

However, the former has the advantage of the unique exotic charm of mixed-race people.

And the handsome guy reflected in the water...

Her hair was originally long, black, and freely flowing, but a strand of white hair fell across her forehead, adding to her eerie appearance.

Her eyebrows were like sword blades, her eyes like phoenix eyes, and her features were exquisite and otherworldly.

What's most striking is his indifferent and cold expression. His already pale face, which gives off a chilling feeling, combined with this expression, makes him look like a cold-blooded and ruthless killer, enough to make anyone keep their distance.

Even her tightly pursed lips were devoid of any color.

Only his eyes did not have that pale look.

The pupils were an unusually pure black, so deep and mysterious that they were astonishing.

After staring for a long time, Jiang Mo raised his hand and rubbed his face, trying to force a kind smile, but he only felt that his face looked like a piece of pork that had been frozen for a month.

So stiff that there was almost no sensation.

He sighed, stood up again, and took a good look at himself as a whole.

The reflection in the water revealed a tall and well-proportioned figure. The body hidden under the cloak was clearly full of explosive power, the kind that looked slim in clothes but muscular when undressed.

His back was straight and upright, like a pine tree, as if nothing in the world could make him bend.

With his devilishly handsome and cold face, and his strong and upright figure, he was just like the villainous male lead in a period romance drama, easily able to steal the hearts of countless young girls.

"What is this? A white-haired zombie?"

After a long silence, Jiang Mo finally couldn't resist his strong urge to complain. He stared at his reflection in the water and tried to force a smile, wanting to show a look of being both amused and exasperated.

But his face remained motionless, as if the peripheral nerves had died.

"Which zombie's white hair is just a stray white hair in its bangs? And the so-called blank and wooden expression doesn't seem to be going towards the direction of a cool and handsome guy!"

Jiang Mo was trying to complain, but his tone remained indifferent.

He wasn't being hypocritical; he just felt that even in the Qin Dynasty world, where handsome men and beautiful women were everywhere, his appearance was truly eye-catching.

If someone discovers that I am a half-corpse puppet, then I'll be in big trouble.

Just as I was pondering how to keep a low profile with such a face, a spoiled exclamation suddenly came from not far away:

"You, you stay away!"

"Do you even know who I am?! If you dare to harm me in the slightest, I will lead my army to raze this place to the ground tomorrow!"

Ok?

That familiar tone of voice.

And you even specifically emphasized the title of "Princess," could it be that you are Honglian?

Jiang Mo, who had been admiring his reflection by the stream, suddenly looked up and gazed in the direction from which the girl's exclamation had come. Before he knew it, he had taken a step.

The fact that his body had become a puppet due to the ritual was indeed somewhat beyond Jiang Mo's expectations.

However, he had to admit that although his body had many inconveniences, its combat power was quite remarkable, far surpassing that of ordinary martial artists.

Numbness, in particular, can be quite inconvenient in daily life.

However, when used in battle, it can free Jiang Mo from physical pain, allowing him to unleash 100% of his combat power as long as he has a breath left.

For example, at this moment, he acted immediately upon hearing the news and rushed towards the mountains and forests.

As he moved at high speed, the tree branches lashed at him like whips, but they did not slow Jiang Mo's pace in the slightest.

In an unreasonable manner, it forcefully broke the branches and thorns of the dense forest.

They arrived at the scene as quickly as possible.

In the woods, a bright pink-clad girl, as beautiful as a peach blossom, was wary of a wild wolf. She held a branch she had picked up from who-knows-where in her hand, and her slightly trembling eyes revealed obvious panic.

She, however, feigned composure, stubbornly staring at the hungry wolf before her:

"I, I'm not afraid of you at all! Let me tell you, this princess has also studied swordsmanship. Even if I didn't bring my sword with me today, I'm still more than capable of dealing with you!"

I don't know if he was trying to embolden himself or if he thought he could scare the other party away.

Despite facing a wild wolf that couldn't understand human speech, Honglian kept muttering to herself, her beautiful face still carrying a touch of innocence.

She wasn't simply putting on a brave face.

When Han Fei returned, this restless princess boasted that she had been taught by a master, which shows that her desire to roam the martial world did not come later.

Rather, it was premeditated.

She might have been planning to sneak out of South Korea to find her brother, Han Fei, for a long time.

Compared to Zi Nu and others, their strength is definitely not enough.

However, dealing with a lone wolf is more than enough for her, as long as she can overcome her fear.

But just as Honglian was confronting the wolf, a strange sound suddenly reached her ears. The hurried footsteps carried a powerful, unstoppable momentum, which brought a smile to Honglian's face.

"Finally, you've arrived to protect me, Your Highness..."

Instinctively assuming it was the accompanying soldiers or generals arriving, Honglian turned her head and looked in the direction of the sound.

What you see are not fully armed soldiers.

Instead, it was a cold-looking man wearing a cloak. His figure was light and graceful, as if he were riding the wind and flying through the void.

A wisp of free-spirited white hair fell across his forehead.

The legendary chivalrous heroes of the martial arts world couldn't be more impressive than this, could they?

Honglian couldn't help but think about it absentmindedly.

The moment her eyes met those dark, phoenix-shaped eyes, she couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

They completely forgot that they were in danger.

She forgot, but the hungry wolf with its eyes glowing green did not. Seeing that its prey had finally revealed a weakness, it immediately pounced on it.

Only when she felt the overwhelming stench and fishy smell did Honglian finally come to her senses.

A gasp escaped from her delicate lips.

Panicked, she lost her composure, instinctively closing her eyes and staggering backward.

He even tripped over himself by accident.

The expected pain did not occur. Not only did the ferocious wolf fail to pounce on Honglian, but she also did not fall to the ground.

A cold, bony hand wrapped around her waist.

Dark eyes came into view.

Chapter 27 Warm Jade and Fragrance in My Arms

Azure waves and snowy billows surge like the sea, while warm jade and fragrance fill my embrace.

Jiang Mo stared blankly at Hong Lian, who was so close to him. He couldn't understand what this little girl was thinking. How could she be distracted when there was a hungry wolf right in front of her?

Is his face really that lethal?

That would truly be a sin!

However, Jiang Mo would certainly not make a similar mistake. He shifted his cold gaze slightly to the hungry wolf that was biting his right arm.

In the urgency of the situation, he didn't have time to think and immediately bent his arm to shield Honglian.

However, even though his arm was being torn apart by the hungry wolf, he didn't feel much pain. Instead, the wolf, affected by the cold and malevolent energy, began to tremble uncontrollably.

It instinctively tried to tear, but failed to bite off any flesh.

Instead, she felt increasingly that her teeth were being held in place by the taut muscles on Jiang Mo's arm, and she couldn't break free for a while.

When those dark, deep eyes stared at me again, I felt an instinctive fear.

It tucked its tail between its legs, instinctively wanting to escape.

Without changing his expression, Jiang Mo raised his foot and delivered a whip kick, striking the hungry wolf squarely in the side of its abdomen, sending it flying backward.

It suddenly crashed into a thick tree trunk several meters away.

When it fell again, it only twitched twice, but couldn't even whimper.

A head of copper, bones of iron, and waist of tofu.

After such a severe blow, he must have died.

After withdrawing his gaze and eliminating any threats around him, Jiang Mo finally had the leisure to observe Princess Honglian in his arms.

She was still in the same position as when she was about to fall. She leaned back and leaned on Jiang Mo's arm around her waist to steady herself. She looked like a startled fawn, her innocent eyes blinking.