Yang Shu Mei Ying

Chapter 8 Part 1

Jun Shuying stabbed his sword towards the monster's chest. Before the tip of the sword touched the monster's skin, it was slammed out of the way by a ball of Qi.

"Who is it?" Jun Shuying yelled in anger. He looked around. The person's internal strength was very high. His weak physical strength was not enough to cope. He could only think of one person who would meddle in others' business. It was the man who insisted on taking his life: Chu Feiyang.

Jun Shuying was scared, but he tried to keep his face calm. He angrily asked, "What kind of rat are you? Since you're here, you don't dare to reveal yourself?!"

A cold and clear laugh sounded. A slender, green figure flashed. "How are you, Left Deputy Jun? Or should I call you Sect Master Jun?"

Looking at that person handsome man with a faint smile on his face, Jun Shuying was secretly surprised. "Qing Lang!"

Qing Lang waved his hand. "Don't be nervous. I have no interest in the sect master's position. I just came here to take him away." Qing Lang nudged the man lying on the ground.

His contemptuous tone made Jun Shuying furious, but he also knew that he wasn't his opponent right now.

Jun Shuying coldly snorted. "What if I say no?!"

Qing Lang lightly smiled. "You think that would make a difference?"

Jun Shuying clenched his fists and released them. He lowered his voice. "I can let you take him away. But he stole something from the sect and hid it on his body. Find it and return it to me."

Qing Lang looked at the person on the ground in amusement. "Hid it on his body? He's half-naked. Unless, you want me to take off his pants in front of everyone?"

"If you're not willing, I can only kill him and split his body to find the item! You know you can't stop me." Jun Shuying slowly approached the man on the ground. The man's struggles were fading. The original mournful roars turned into choking moans.

Qing Lang waved his hand and helplessly said, "Okay, okay. I will look for it."

Qing Lang squatted down next to the man. His hands reached in the man's pockets. His back and the back of his head were exposed to Jun Shuying. Jun Shuying's eyes flashed. A few silver needles appeared in his hand. He raised his hand to shoot them at the top of Qing Lang's head.

Something snapped. Jun Shuying had not yet reacted and could only look at the mocking smile on Qing Lang's face. After a while, he felt the gut-wrenching pain in his wrists. Qing Lang had broken his wrists.

He was bathed in a cold sweat due to the pain. The color in his face faded, but he stubbornly refused to make a sound.