[Hetu][Heavenly Demon][Episode 10 Chapter 6]

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Chapter Six: Zhao Qinyun's Apology

Damn it, I'm in a hurry to save people, who cares about anything else? This time, because of his anxiety, facing the

immensely powerful Nine-Tailed Monkey King, Yang Cun felt no fear for no reason, only shouting in a deep voice, "Get out of the way."

The Nine-Tailed Monkey King looked even more agitated, as if it might pounce at any moment.

"I have no time to play with you. Say it again, get out of the way. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite." As he spoke

, holding An Qiao in one arm, Yang Cun had already conjured a ball of light in his other hand. He hadn't had a chance to properly show off his abilities

since , so now he'd test it on this one.

The Nine-Tailed Monkey King was troublesome, and it seemed to be in a bad mood today. Who knew if it would keep

him outside for an hour or two? Yang could wait, but An Qiao couldn't.

Whether it was truly startled by the light Yang Cun unleashed, or frightened by his red eyes, the Nine-Tailed

Monkey King paused for a moment, then obediently retreated.

Even spirit creatures are afraid of evil people.

Yang Cun withdrew his attack and strode into the courtyard.

Gao Lianxin was drying herbs in the yard when she saw someone enter. She was startled and shouted sharply, "Who's there?"

Because Yang Cun was running so fast, she didn't see his face clearly at first.

"Lianxin, boil some hot water and bring it to the backyard. We need to save someone." After hurriedly saying this, Yang Cun didn't

stop and rushed straight to Long Chi's room.

Gao Lianxin was stunned for a moment, then her face was filled with joy, followed by confusion.

"Alright, hurry up. What are you daydreaming about, silly girl? The woman in the master's arms

is dying ." Granny Liu's old voice rang out, and the next moment, she appeared at the door.

"Oh." Gao Lianxin replied and went to the kitchen to boil water, but recalling Granny Liu's

words about "the woman in Yang Cun's arms," she still felt uneasy.

Who knew if he had taken a fancy to another beauty?

With a loud "thud," Long Chi's door was kicked open. Regardless of the force,

the door was now wide open.

"Who? I'll fuck your grandma, see if I don't poison you to death..." Startled by the loud noise, Long

Chi, who was carefully pounding something, spilled some liquid on the ground, causing a wisp of smoke and

a shallow pit to be corroded in the ground. A look of heartache and annoyance flashed across his face as Long Chi grabbed a handful of powder from the table and

threw it at the other man's face.

Yang Cun reacted quickly, dodging the attack. As the powder spread, the room was filled with an indescribable,

strange smell.

"Long Chi, it's me. Put your claws away."

Seeing his attack miss, Long Chi struck with lightning speed, grabbing at the newcomer. With a shout, his fingers barely stopped just before

touching An Qiao in Yang Cun's arms.

"My lord?"

"Enough nonsense, hurry up and save her." Yang Cun said as he entered, carrying An Qiao to the bed and removing

the hood from her face.

This disgusting air—if it weren't for saving An Qiao, he would never have come in, not even for money.

Of course, if the money was substantial enough, he might consider it.

"Hiss..." With Yang Cun's movement, a small face, completely blackened, was exposed to the air. Long Chi

—seeing this, immediately gasped and said in a deep voice, "Another drug-infused corpse?"

Yang Cun didn't answer him. After seeing An Qiao's face, he was completely stunned and asked, "

It wasn't like this when we came in, how could it be?" Was he not fast enough?

"An Qiao?" Gao Lianxin's exclamation came from the doorway. Holding a basin of water, she obviously didn't expect that

the one who had been injured was An Qiao, whom she considered an acquaintance.

"Junior Sister Gao, bring in the hot water." Long Chi's expression immediately became serious, and he rolled up his sleeves and rushed

over . At this time, action was more important than words.

However, he stopped abruptly just before his fingers touched An Qiao's chest, looking troubled.

"This...this..."

Long Chi and Yang Cun didn't care about worldly opinions, but that didn't mean these women didn't care.

In an era where one's clothes are displayed to one's father and undress to one's husband, if Longchi were to treat Anqiao, her reputation for innocence

would be enough to drive her to suicide again, even after she successfully recovered from the poison.

"Uh..." Yang Cun hadn't considered this either.

To be honest, he felt a little uncomfortable about having Anqiao's body seen by a man other than himself. But at this critical juncture, was life more important or reputation?

Even if he chose the former for Anqiao, he didn't know if it would leave a shadow in her heart for the rest of her life.

"Longchi, why don't you have some tea with the Duke and also detoxify the poison you accidentally put on him?

Lianxin and I will take care of this young lady."

When the old voice rang out at the door, not only Yang Cun felt a sense of relief, but also Longchi.

Grandma , you are my grandma, my dear grandma.

"But, Grandma, I..." Gao Lianxin was clearly unsure, her face full of hesitation.

"What are you afraid of, child? With your medical skills now, I have confidence in you. What else is there to

worry ? Besides, isn't there an old woman like me here?" Half-scolding, half-doting, Grandma Liu

entered the room.

Yang Cun, however, had doubts. Did she mean Gao Lianxin should treat An Qiao? And Grandma Liu

would just be helping out? How could that be? Lianxin's medical training was limited. Yang Cun's face immediately

showed unease.

"Grandma, your experience is far superior. Perhaps you could…"

"What? Does the young master not trust the apprentice I personally trained?" The old woman's face remained kind,

but her eyes held a hint of displeasure, while Gao Lianxin's expression clearly showed hurt.

"Oh… what are you saying? I just…" No one understood this awkwardness

better . You come to ask for help and you're still being picky? But… that person is An Qiao! Yang Cun really didn't dare take the risk.

"My lord, come, let me help you detoxify. Let's not disturb Master and the others' treatment; this little one

doesn't have much time left." Long Chi, noticing Yang Cun's predicament, disregarded propriety and simply grabbed Yang Cun's

neck and led him out.

The door slowly closed. Gao Lianxin's eyes were filled with grievance. Just as Yang Cun was about to say something, her figure disappeared

behind the door.

Not long after, the person inside came out. Seeing Gao Lianxin's resentful face, Yang Cun,

disregarding the others present, went over and took her hand.

"Lianxin, it's not that I want to doubt you, but I was too hasty..."

"Master, please don't say anymore, Lianxin understands." Gao Lianxin replied softly, "Anqiao is alright now, she just

needs more rest, but it will take a few more days before she's fully awake, her body is too weak."

Knowing and understanding is one thing, but she still couldn't help feeling jealous. Women are inherently a complex of contradictions

.

"Then... can she move now?"

"Hmm? What do you mean, Master?" Gao Lianxin asked, puzzled.

"I must take her down the mountain and back." Yang Cun spoke the truth. At this time, Zhao Qinyun's gaze would only

be fixed on her, staying would only expose Long Chi's whereabouts and harm everyone, so he had to leave.

"This... alright, then I'll prescribe some medicine for Anqiao." Although reluctant, she knew that Yang Cun

must have his reasons for doing so, so Gao Lianxin didn't ask any more questions and went to prescribe the medicine.

The twilight light wasn't very bright. But it was enough to illuminate the person lying on the bed, and the man sitting

beside her with his eyes closed.

A pale, beautiful face, the light falling on her long eyelashes, casting a faint

shadow , then trembled slightly, her eyes struggling to open a crack.

"My lord..." Looking at the man beside her, An Qiao, who had just woken up, moved her lips, her voice as soft as

a whisper. Being personally cared for by Yang Cun moved her to the point that she fainted again.

Always somewhat tired, Yang Cun didn't hear An Qiao's voice immediately, only opening his eyes when he

felt .

Under the pressure of this period, coupled with his significantly improved cultivation, Yang Cun's alertness was now

considerable. The next moment, he saw the beautiful An Qiao smiling weakly at him, and his wariness was instantly replaced by overwhelming joy.

"Qiao Qiao, you're awake? Are you thirsty? Hungry? What would you like to eat?" His woman, of course, needed

his care and protection. This thought had been deeply ingrained in Yang Cun's mind ever since An Qiao followed him

.

Having lived for so long in this patriarchal society, Yang Cun was thankful that his thinking hadn't been corrupted to the point of

casually regarding women as his possessions.

Moreover, An Qiao meant something different to him; he had given her his virginity…

Faced with Yang Cun's overly attentive questioning, An Qiao shook her head, tears streaming down her face. She

trembled as she raised her hand, saying, "Master… I… don't want anything…"

Her small hand was weak and powerless; how could she possibly do what she wanted? Seeing this, Yang Cun quickly took her hand and placed it on

his cheek, wiping away her tears with one hand, pretending to be displeased, "Why are you crying? Crying at this time

is bad for your health. Take good care of yourself, and if you've suffered any grievances, just tell me, and I'll get justice for you."

"No," An Qiao's voice sounded hoarse and weak because of her long period of unconsciousness, but she

obviously didn't notice it herself, and continued, "I'm awake now, Master, go and rest. Look, you

look so pale."

Yang Cun noticed An Qiao's dry lips, went over to pour her a glass of water, and seeing that she had difficulty getting up

, he simply took a big gulp himself, and then fed her mouth-to-mouth until she felt less uncomfortable. Just as

he looked up, he saw An Ning with red eyes standing at the door with medicine in her hands.

"Silly girl, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and bring the medicine in, your sister has woken up." Yang Cun

smiled and waved to her.

"Really?" Anning's eyes lit up instantly. She quickened her pace and came over. Seeing

the person on the bed who had already opened their eyes, tears streamed down her face.

"Sister, you really scared me to death."

It turned out that the lively and active Anning could also cry like this. Yang Cun felt a pang of pity for her and reached out to

wipe away her tears, pretending to scold her, "Why are you crying? It's a good thing that Qiaoqiao is awake. Hurry up and give her her medicine!"

Anning then seemed to wake up from a dream and quickly went forward. Yang Cun had already put his arm under Anqiao's waist and

lifted her up with a strong movement. Just as he was about to take the medicine bowl from Anning's hand, Anqiao continued to shake her head.

"Master, Anning can handle these things. You... go back and rest first. I'm fine..."

Still too weak, Anqiao was panting heavily after only saying one sentence, but her eyes were very stubborn as she looked at Yang Cun.

Yang Cun knew he couldn't persuade her otherwise, and besides, he was really tired, so he smiled and coaxed, "Okay, I'll go rest,

but you have to drink your medicine first."

"Master... um." Looking at Yang Cun's deliberately fierce gaze, An Qiao had no choice but to timidly agree.

After carefully feeding An Qiao the medicine and knowing that she was temporarily alright,

Yang Cun carefully instructed An Ning to take good care of her before returning to his room to catch up on sleep.

He said he was catching up on sleep, but actually he was entering a meditative state. Yang Cun had recently discovered that it was no wonder those monks always liked

to do this ; apparently, meditation was more effective than sleeping.

The weather was fine and sunny. Waking up, he immediately felt much more refreshed. Yang Cun opened the window

and looked at the sky, sighing deeply. In the world of skyscrapers and bustling traffic of later generations, it would be difficult to see

such a view. This scene truly evoked the feeling of "strolling in the autumn breeze, the sun shining brightly and the clouds sparse," the ancients were right.

Living in this era for so many years, it felt as if he had already integrated into this world, without any sense of alienation. On the contrary

, everything from his past life became increasingly unimportant.

Damn, why am I suddenly so melancholic? This isn't like me at all.

Could it be because of An Qiao? After guarding her for several days, she finally woke up safely. Thankfully, she was alright,

otherwise… Even so, Yang Cun was prepared to settle accounts with Zhao Qinyun.

Daring to let his subordinates touch his beloved, they should be prepared to bear the consequences. For several days, looking at

An Qiao's pale face, the frustrated Yang Cun wanted to do something extremely destructive to vent

his resentment.

But now there was still plenty of time. In a rare moment of good spirits, watching the clouds drift across the sky, he saw them as

Zhao Qinyun's elegant face. Just thinking about stepping on them made Yang Cun feel much better.

Unfortunately, good moods are always temporary; life always seems to play tricks on you when you're happiest.

A voice, completely out of place in the situation, rang out, "Your Highness, Your Highness, it's getting late, are you up

yet?"

Before the words were even finished, Yang San, the newly recruited lackey, rushed into the courtyard, sweat beading on his forehead,

as if he'd just come running.

Seeing the fellow's flustered appearance, Yang Cun found it amusing, but still maintained a displeased expression,

asking sternly, "What's the rush? Is a dog chasing you?"

"My lord, no dog, it's the young master!" Yang San said

shamelessly, completely unaware of what he'd just said. "What nonsense!" Yang Cun snapped, almost slapping him.

Yang San seemed to realize his mistake and quickly corrected himself, "No, no, not the young master, it's 'turkey'."

"Turkey"? Did they have American turkeys here? Upon closer inspection, it was probably Yang San's accent that was the problem.

"Straighten your tongue before you speak!" This time, the voice was stern, lest he appear carefree and frivolous

, emboldening Yang San.

To be fair, when Yang Cun wasn't serious, he was the epitome of a rogue duke,

but when he put on a serious act, he was quite intimidating. Yang Tongbao and Wang Dong were both afraid of him.

Yang San was no exception; seeing Yang Cun's expression, he immediately put on a mournful face and said, "Master, it really is 'Turkey,'

he's in the outer hall. You should go see for yourself."

Yang Cun shook his head, deciding to go see for himself, but inwardly he regretted it.

Why would he take in a servant who couldn't even speak clearly?

Waiting in the South Garden reception hall of Yipinlou was not only the "Turkey" Yang San had mentioned, but also Zhao Qinyun, dressed in an elegant scholar's

attire. Seeing him approaching from afar, she rose from her chair and

prepared . The so-called "turkey" was just a Hu woman with red hair and blue eyes. Upon seeing Yang Cun approach, she gave a standard curtsy

. Unfortunately, her eyes were somewhat evasive, as if she were quite frightened.

Although Zhao Qinyun was stationed in the Northeast, she still roamed the border regions, so

it wasn't impossible for her to bring over these exotic women.

"You, Zhao Qinyun, you injured my people, and before I even came looking for you, you've delivered yourself to me?

Are these witches planning to compensate me for An Qiao's injury?"

"This junior greets Your Excellency. I heard Your Excellency has been unwell recently, so I came to visit." Facing

Yang Cun's clearly unfriendly expression, Zhao Qinyun ignored him, revealing a harmless smile, and bowed deeply.

"Oh? I wonder where the young master heard this nonsense? Do I look unwell

?" Without his usual politeness, Yang Cun sneered, unceremoniously taking the seat of honor and picking up a teacup

to drink.

"Pah, it's cold."

Even if the poisoned corpse did harm people, that was already an unforgivable crime. What's worse, it even injured An

Qiao! Doesn't the hell know that the obedient An Qiao almost died? If anything had happened to her,

no amount of women could compensate for it.

However, regarding the poisoned corpse, although everyone was aware of the situation, it hadn't been brought up openly. Given

Zhao Qinyun's character, he would never be foolish enough to come forward and say, "I was the one who poisoned

your maid with the poisoned corpse, and it was one of the poisoned corpses I sent out that bit her."

If he did that, his brain would be completely blank, and he wouldn't be trying to rebel. He should just

stay out of the way.

Let's see how he tries to explain himself today.

Yang Cun's uncompromising attitude truly stunned Zhao Qinyun. It was just a maid!

It was wrong to hurt her, but was it really necessary to be so confrontational? This

was . Having dealt with him for so long, Zhao Qinyun thought herself incredibly shrewd, but to her surprise

, she couldn't see through this Duke Jingguo at all.

Fortunately, Zhao Qinyun was no ordinary person; an awkward expression flashed across her face, and she quickly found a way to back down, saying,

"Yes, it was my foolishness that led me to believe the servants. They said that a doctor was coming and going from here, so I naturally

assumed that the Duke was unwell. I will go back and teach those who spread such rumors a lesson."

"Hmm, they should be taught a lesson," Yang Cun echoed, staring intently into Zhao Qinyun's eyes, "The doctor's coming and going is because someone here did indeed have an accident. A maidservant went out a few days ago and was bitten by

a suddenly appearing medicinal corpse." 　　"A medicinal corpse?" Zhao Qinyun's eyes were filled with shock, without a trace of pretense, and she hurriedly asked, "Then the Duke should be alright, right?" 　　This acting... tsk tsk, if this were in modern times, that Oscar would definitely be his. Yang Cun replied with a half-smile , "I'm naturally fine, and thankfully the maid has been successfully rescued." 　　Zhao Qinyun's eyes flickered, her surprise deepening. She said, "It's alright that only the maid was injured, but I've heard that the poisonous corpse is extremely potent. I didn't expect that you, my lord, could find a master to cure it. I should certainly pay him and ask him to come out and do his part for the innocent people of Hangzhou who were injured by the poisonous corpse." 　　Find someone to help? You probably didn't expect who cured the poisonous corpse, did you? 　　"Hehe, I did mention this to him, but the master refused, saying it was just a coincidence and he didn't want to get involved in worldly affairs." What a joke, ask him to come out? Ask Longchi to come out and get torn to pieces? 　　"Uh... I see." The disappointment on Zhao Qinyun's face didn't seem fake. Then, as if remembering something she said, "Since your maid is injured, someone happened to give me a Hu woman. If you don't mind, I'll give her to you." 　　This really hit the nail on the head. As someone from the 21st century, he had always dreamed of marrying a Persian cat. Since arriving in this world, he'd achieved everything except for this one Persian cat, which he'd never seen before. Now, he could fulfill his long-cherished wish. Unfortunately, he was in a bad mood, a very bad mood, so he had no idea how he would handle the grand gift Zhao Qinyun presented. 　　He smiled, accepting the offer, and gestured for Yang San to take Hu Ji out. Then, Yang Cun suddenly spoke up, "The poisonous corpse's harm has been shrouded in mystery, and I'm truly worried. However, the young master is more capable than me; he should stop them from continuing to commit such harmful acts." 　　"What does Your Excellency mean?" Zhao Qinyun's pupils suddenly contracted, staring intently at Yang Cun, a flash of murderous intent crossing her . 　　What? This posture meant that if she dared to publicly reveal the relationship between the poisonous corpse and him, he would...

"Are you going to kill me to silence me? Wow, I'm so scared..."

Yang Cun forced a smile, his expression unusually innocent, and said, "Didn't the young master send troops from the Governor-General of Guangdong and Guangxi

a few days ago ? I thought it was to hunt down the drug-using corpses. Could it be that I

misunderstood?"

At that moment, Zhao Qinyun's expression was priceless. She chuckled and said, "So

that's what you mean, sir." "Otherwise? What do you think I mean, young master?"

They were both the same, asking questions they already knew the answer to.

After seeing Zhao Qinyun off, Yang Cun looked up at the sky, thinking with a smug grin: Such a good time is really suitable for doing

some beastly things. Although he knew it was a bit unmanly to pin a false accusation on a woman, and that the

Hu woman Zhao Qinyun sent was innocent, his wickedness had still been stirred up by Zhao Qinyun. If he didn't vent his

anger, how could he face An Qiao, who had struggled between life and death?

Unmanly? Fine, unmanly then. As long as he had that function, that would be good enough. His intentions in tormenting the Hu woman might

not be entirely pure, nor was it merely to vent his anger for An Qiao, but he simply couldn't suppress the inexplicable restlessness within him.

He wouldn't make excuses or justifications; he'd just consider it pure womanizing. He'd settle the score with Zhao Qinyun for An Qiao's actions another

day .

Her rose-colored hair cascaded over her shoulders, a gold pendant adorned her forehead, and her azure eyes

shone like jewels. Unlike before, she reeked of alcohol. Had Yang San given her alcohol? Was he trying to

get her drunk? But seeing no trace of haziness in her eyes, Yang Cun knew this Hu woman was a heavy drinker.

That Yang San was clueless when it came to serious matters, but when it came to things like this, he'd definitely arrange everything perfectly.

As soon as Yang Cun stepped into the room, he smelled an unusual fragrance, and the Hu woman was already waiting for him.

Upon seeing Yang Cun, she didn't speak, only bowed slightly.

Her high, straight nose, delicate lips, and trembling, bright red cherry lips aroused lust.

Coupled with her gorgeous exotic dancer's attire, the exposed skin made Yang Cun want to devour her immediately.

"Master, hehe, do you need me to find something to liven things up?"

Yang San's fawning smile and knowing look were clearly directed at him. Although he felt a connection with this young man

, that disgusting expression… just thinking about how it had once appeared on his own face sent a chill down Yang Cun's spine

. Without a second thought, he kicked Yang San out of the room.

"You brat, are you tired of having a good time? Go find Uncle Dong to arrange some work for you, and get out of here

..."

Yang San was kicked out by Yang Cun in a face-first manner, but the fawning smile on his face hadn't faded yet. Standing at the door,

rubbing his buttocks, he smiled at Yang Cun and said, "Master, I've put a rope in the room. You can tie up that turkey, it'll be

fun..."

Damn it, do I need you to teach me how to play with women? Seeing that Yang San's eyes were getting increasingly displeased, Yang Cun raised

his arm .

At this sight, Yang San immediately ran away in a panic. Yang Cun's skill still made him shudder; he could

n't handle it.

"What? I'm just closing the door, what are you afraid of?" Yang Cun placed his hand on the door, smiling wickedly.

After closing the door, he turned and walked towards Hu Ji.

After Yang Cun chased away the man who had been staring at her with ill intent, Hu Ji's heart,

still , faltered as the tall Yang Cun approached. She seemed unwilling

to accept the reality of the situation.

Seeing this, a playful smile appeared on Yang Cun's lips. Did Zhao Qinyun not train herself

before ? Compared to Lan Yue, who had been drugged, this Hu Ji was far inferior. Although her looks and

rabbit-like eyes could certainly arouse a man's criminal desires.

Or was it all fake? Women were inherently difficult to understand, and

after , Yang Cun was even more unable to fathom them. Giving away women to him three times in a row, merely to curry favor, with no

other intentions? Between this Hu Ji and Lan Yue, who was more suspicious?

Finally, Yang Cun cornered Hu Ji against the wall, with nowhere to retreat, her hands helplessly covering her chest,

a hint of fear in her eyes.

Yang Cun reached out and lifted her chin. He'd recently taken a liking to this gesture, finding it wickedly

suggestive of a woman being taken advantage of. "What a beauty, I wonder if she understands Mandarin?" Yang Cun gently stroked

her face with his other hand, the smooth, silky touch intoxicating him. A beautiful woman's face was like fine jade, its

flawless perfection always stirring desire within.

Perhaps out of fear, the Hu woman's breathing grew increasingly rapid, her delicate body trembling.

This only confirmed Yang Cun's suspicions. A Hu woman offered as tribute was born to serve

men; how could she be so shy? But the more suspicious the situation, the happier Yang Cun became. Life was too dull, filled with

the same troubles every day; something interesting was needed to spice things up, otherwise, he'd suffocate.

And this feeling of having everything under his control was even more appealing to him.

Yang Cun withdrew one hand, while the other pinched and gently shook the Hu woman's face, her baby-soft

skin subjected to his caresses, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

"You really can't understand what I'm saying?" Yang Cun smiled, but his right hand produced a

small knife from somewhere, its sharp blade gleaming coldly as he waved it in front of Hu Ji's eyes.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and the knife swiftly pressed against Hu Ji's face.

The skin , and a line of blood immediately seeped out.

Hu Ji was finally terrified, bursting into tears, covering her face and kneeling on the ground, muttering

repeatedly , "Demon, demon..."

"So you can speak Chinese," Yang Cun said with a smile. "Stand up." Serves her right, she's like a walnut, you can't

crack her open without me having to make her see blood before I'll feel satisfied. But this woman is really good at pretending.

Hu Ji just cried, kneeling there and rubbing the knife wound on her face.

"Stand up." Yang Cun's voice was cold.

Hu Ji finally reacted, slowly starting to stand up, but her body was trembling violently. Yang Cun's

ruthless cruelty truly terrified her. The moment the blade sliced across her face, she felt as if this Duke was

not human.

However, Hu Ji had no idea that this was only the beginning of her nightmare.

Looking at the trembling exotic beauty before him, Yang Cun felt a fire burning in his lower abdomen. His knife

twitched , his eyes scanning the woman's entire body, seemingly deciding where to strike next. The woman, however, thought Yang

Cun intended to kill her; her eyes flashed with terror as she stared at the sharp blade, her breathing rapid as if

she were about to collapse.

Ignoring all that, whether it was truth or illusion, Yang Cun felt intensely agitated, and his

lower body was aroused by the woman's seemingly genuine yet feigned teasing. He was determined to have his

way with her.

His final gaze settled on the woman's chest, and he stopped moving the knife, slowly bringing it closer.

The woman immediately cried out, "No!" She then pressed down on Yang Cun's knife-wielding hand,

looking at . The shallow cut on her face had stopped bleeding, and the remaining traces of blood only added to her alluring beauty.

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