The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1525 - 740 God of War Makes a Move_2

"Jiaojiao?"

Xiaojiu felt her presence but remembered Gu Jiao’s words, not to look back.

Gu Jiao stared intently at the figure of Feng Lao San ahead of her, raised her hand to wipe the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth, and said softly, "Count the stars."

"Alright!" Xiaojiu sat cross-legged on the cloak, gazing into the vast, misty starry sky, "One, two, three..."

His tender, soft voice was the tranquility she was sworn to protect.

Gu Jiao stood up straight, holding the Red-Tasseled Spear, and walked step by step, bloodied, towards Feng Lao San.

Feng Lao San was bewildered.

What’s happening?

After getting kicked by him, she could still stand up, still walk towards him!

"Good, if you’re looking for death, then don’t blame this old man for being merciless!"

Feng Lao San swung his long saber, aiming a blow at Gu Jiao’s neck!

The expected severed head of Gu Jiao vanished in a flash!

Feng Lao San was startled.

Gu Jiao’s Red-Tasseled Spear still stuck in the ground, but where was she?

The next second, Gu Jiao appeared behind Feng Lao San.

A chill ran down Feng Lao San’s spine as he realized something and just as he was about to turn around, Gu Jiao grabbed the hair at the back of his head.

Gu Jiao held him with one hand and with the other, clenched a dagger, slicing open his throat.

This was not the Xuanyuan Family’s Spear Technique but a lethal move from her past life, long unused, but she remembered.

Feng Lao San fell to the ground, eyes wide and mouth agape.

The air filled with a thick scent of blood; Gu Jiao’s internal savage instincts stirred but she remained in control for now.

She held the bloody dagger and looked indifferently at the remaining four.

There was no fierceness in her eyes, nor any trace of pride or satisfaction from defeating an opponent—she was utterly calm.

But that was precisely what made her the most terrifying.

Kid, did you just kill an important figure or what? It’s not like you’re chopping up a load of Chinese cabbage!

Gu Jiao raised her dagger, "I’m tired of this, all of you come at once."

...

Elsewhere, Mu Qingchen and a close-in guard had also entered the forest.

The guard looked up and said, "Young Master, look, that eagle is flying so high."

Mu Qingchen raised his eyes and glanced.

He had been observing that eagle for a while now, constantly circling in a certain area.

Mu Qingchen shifted his gaze, "Forget the eagle, finding the person is what’s important."

The guard acknowledged, "Yes, Young Master."

After walking a distance, the guard whispered, "It’s gotten dark, if we still haven’t found the Little Princess, chances are that things might not be looking too good for her."

Mu Qingchen frowned but didn’t respond.

He didn’t want to see such a thing happen, yet he had to admit, the longer it took, the slimmer the Little Princess’s chances of survival became.

They had entered the forest from another direction and didn’t come across the peddler’s corpse; therefore, they didn’t know the Little Princess had already been found and taken away.

The guard spoke again, "Young Master, why didn’t you let Mu Chuan come along?"

Mu Qingchen replied, "He wouldn’t have been of any help."

He’s still a child himself.

As they talked, suddenly, a hawk’s cry pierced the sky, and the Hai Dongqing that had been circling above the forest dove down swiftly as if it had spotted prey.

Then, from deep within the forest, a series of piercing screams followed, "Ahh—"

The guard said alertly, "Young Master! There’s someone!"

Mu Qingchen looked at the map in the moonlight, "It’s in the direction of the stream, let’s go and have a look!"

The horses of the two could no longer proceed halfway because the road conditions were too bad, travelling on foot was faster than on horseback.

At this moment, both of them were walking.

The two used their light body skills to hurry over.

A chaotic battle was taking place by the stream.

All the family heads and scions present were martial artists; otherwise, how could they have personally ventured into the forest?

Only the head of the Yang Family was watching the battle alone. He was the oldest person there, over fifty, and he relied on his guards to help him with even climbing up and down trees.

After catching one of Gu Jiao’s spears, the head of the Dong Family turned his head and gritted his teeth, "Enough, Old Yang, stop pretending! If you keep playing weak, none of us will be able to escape!"

Out of these people, Old Yang, who was feigning weakness, had the highest martial arts skills.

The head of the Dong Family, Lord Chen, and Lord Du joined forces and could only manage a draw against Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao was too difficult to deal with.

This was beyond all expectations.

But Old Yang wasn’t just spectating idly the whole time; he had been observing Gu Jiao’s martial arts moves, trying to find Gu Jiao’s weaknesses.

The young man indeed had weaknesses, but those three had even more, no wonder they were being beaten so badly.

He leaped out saying, "Fine, I’ll help you."

After the head of the Yang Family joined the fight, Gu Jiao noticeably felt the pressure increase.

This inconspicuous little old man was a real master!

While several of them were entangled in the fight, several guards burst out from the other side of the forest.

They were shrewd, not joining the duel between masters, but heading straight for the stream to capture Little Jingspace and the Little Princesses. freeweɓnøvel.com

It was mainly because it was dark, and the two of them were dressed the same, their hairstyles were the same, and their faces were too dirty to make out.

Unable to distinguish which one was the Little Princess, they decided to capture both for the time being.

Gu Jiao: "Xiaojiu!"

Xiaojiu swooped down and pecked out the eyes of the guard leading the charge.

The dreadful scream that Mu Qingchen and the guard heard came from his mouth.

At this moment, Xiaojiu was no longer just an ordinary Hai Dongqing; it was Gu Jiao’s war hawk!

Xiaojiu had also begun its own battle!

One guard, feigning injury, fell into the stream but was actually eyeing the two little ones on the bank.

Little Jingspace watched the guard crawling towards him.

Well, Jiaojiao only said not to look back, she didn’t say not to move.

The guard pounced ferociously at Little Jingspace.

Little Jingspace leapt up, his little iron hand reaching forward: "Monkey Steals Peach!"

The guard: "...!!"

The guard knelt on the ground, his features distorted with pain.

Mu Qingchen, having arrived at the scene and witnessed the spectacle, clenched his legs together and drew a sharp breath.

Gu Jiao wasn’t much better; she stumbled and nearly fell over!

What Monkey Steals Peach?

Where did he learn such indecent techniques?

Don’t tell her it was taught by that so-called Chicken Monkey again!

Her innocent Little Jingspace was being led astray!

When she returned to Zhan Country, she would beat him! Beat him! Beat him!

Gu Jiao was mistaken; this move was not taught by the Marquis of Xuanping but came from the strongest little brat, the leader of the Guozijian’s ’three scoundrels’, Xu Zhuzhu.