Mystery's Living Hell. Not Jealous of the Flower in the World (Part 2)

While looking at the night sky covered by the snow, Ming Feizhen let out a sigh after a long look: "…… I will eventually find you."

He then looked at the others. The assassins were terrified while the warriors of the imperial court were overjoyed.

The emperor was extremely grateful to Ming Feizhen from the moment he saw that he had rescued Princess Hongzhuang. He wanted to tell him to be careful when he saw the assassins rush at him, but then was focused on lamenting how incredible his skills were. His skills were on an unheard of level. When he saw him strike again, his shock gradually surpassed his worries and was now speechless.

Long Zaitian got more and more shocked the more he witnessed: Motherfucker! Where the fuck did this guy come from? How is he so skilled? His kick that burst Nan Junfei's lungs was so fast I didn't even see him throw it and he was even carrying someone!! Don't tell me he's an incarnate of a deity!

Tang Ye was getting more and more puzzled: Is that… big bro? That's the hair that a true internal styles expert has. His physique is different to big bro's too. What's going on? But if it's not him… where did someone so powerful come from?

The other warriors: Mamma mia! A powerful ally has come! We're saved!

Those were what Ming Feizhen derived from their expressions. He couldn't help but feel like laughing. He deliberately altered his appearance with bone manipulation techniques to avoid being recognised so he was much shorter than usual. He had changed the length of his limbs as well. Seeing that he wasn't recognised, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It takes time to manipulate bones and he had indeed spent a fair bit of time. He never expected the situation here to become so dire during that time though. Not one imperial guard escaped death.

Jia Yunfeng stood opposite Ming Feizhen looking lost and down. It seemed that he recognised Ming Feizhen from his white hair and aura.

Just as Ming Feizhen was about to speak to Jia Yunfeng who looked lost and sad, he suddenly noticed radiant and beautiful pair of eyes looking at him without batting an eye. He looked down at her eyes and saw her snow-white skin and the flower petal design on her forehead.

Looking further down was an elegant face that's beautiful whether its owner is angry or happy.

What captivating beauty. God bless the man who came up with that adjective. She wasn't just captivating but also elegant and refined. She wasn't just gorgeous but also had a proud and bright radiance to her beauty. Combined, they provided Ming Feizhen with the best interpretation.

It seemed like he met lots of beauties after coming to Nan Jing, each with their own uniqueness. Shen Yiren was fiery. Bai Ling was coquettish. Princess Hongzhuang was gorgeous, radiant and refined.

And Su Xiao…. Umm…

Ming Feizhen suddenly felt a headache come on.

He shook his head before looking toward the princess. As soon as he looked, he saw the heroic and suave princess acting obedient like a little kid. Her warm body was still and she obediently stayed in Ming Feizhen's arms. She timidly lowered her head when he looked at her.

Ming Feizhen found it funny that she was now acting so shy when she was violently chasing him around before.

He smiled at her and said: "Hello, princess."

"H-Hello."

His voice… sounds so nice.

Princess Hongzhuang fantasised about him but that made her feel shy.

"I shall unseal your meridian."

Ming Feizhen doesn't know how Hua Shan sect's meridian sealing techniques work. Moreover, Jia Yunfeng's knowledge has already reached beyond the sect's teachings itself, so his method of sealing meridians was special. Additionally, Jia Yunfeng had ruined half of Princess Hongzhuang's clothes. She was left with just a single shirt so it wasn't appropriate for him to touch her anywhere. As such, he picked up her slender wrist and transferred some of his qi into her.

His qi caused her to feel a hot sensation allowing her to move her limbs afterwards. As soon as her limbs regained their freedom, she could move freely. However, due to her suffering physical wounds and mental stress after having her meridian sealed, she now felt powerless so she leaned onto Ming Feizhen's body powerlessly. Usually she's bashful. The style she trains in is similar to Buddhism so she considered herself a half-Buddhism disciple. As a result, she minded formalities and was always against physical contact with men.

But it was as though she took the initiative to lean on him just now. Her red cheeks made it look like she was drunk.

Ming Feizhen was aware that her limbs were most likely sore and weak so he didn't think too much of it. He instead held her tighter. The only issue was that Princess Hongzhuang's legs were frankly too long. Ming Feizhen held her with his arms positioned as he usually would despite having manipulated his bones. He didn't think about it too much when he grabbed her. He had one of his hands on her gorgeous back and the other underneath her limp thighs. However, half of her body was hanging in mid-air.

Ming Feizhen's perverted gaze politely zoned in on her voluptuous mountains of bliss and slender