4915

Chapter 4915: 5.0667 Reconciliation?

"Believe you, and let myself die without a burial place again?" She angrily flung her hand. "Let go!"

Of course, Young Master Qin Er wouldn't let her go. He stepped closer, gripping her arm tightly. "Qiaoqiao."

In those pitch-black eyes, starlight seemed to faintly spill out.

"Qiaoqiao," he called her softly, as if he had called her so gently many years ago.

"Heh, not a little good-for-nothing, a little slave?" Qiao Mu's eyes held a hint of provocation, staring coldly at him, her lips curling in a mocking sneer.

Those beautiful eyes were too cold, so cold that Young Master Qin Er couldn't help but shiver slightly, a faint sense of dread rising in his heart.

No, no!

Not a little good-for-nothing, nor a little slave. She was his Qiaoqiao.

He had never thought that in his heart, never, not once...

"Here on Lotus Pond Island, big brother had already set up a net long ago. You can't escape."

"You guys are really something!" Qiao Mu sneered, suddenly breaking free of his hand and glancing downwards.

The passage leading to the underground water, she saw, had been shattered by Young Master Qin Er's palm, making it temporarily impassable.

"I need to find a place to go into seclusion."

"Good!"

As long as you don't plan to escape, to leave my side, you can do whatever you want. Young Master Qin Er thought.

"Young Master! Young Master!" The fallen debris above was moved away by many hands.

Young Master Wu's slightly pale face appeared in the shifting light, his fawn-like eyes staring unblinkingly at Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu couldn't be bothered to pay attention to anyone else. She simply leaped upwards.

She then heard Dugu Ling say with a chuckle, "Oh, Qiaoqiao, are you hurt? Are you okay?"

Qiao Mu, with her perpetually cold, stoic face, said nothing, turning and walking a few steps.

Old Steward Luo was about to draw his sword, but was glared back into submission by the sharp gaze of Young Master Er.

Damn it! Are they going to let this troublemaker continue to stay on their ship again? Old Steward Luo put away his saber and glanced at Qiao Mu.

He quickly put on his previous smiling, Buddha-like face. "Second Young Master, do you have any instructions?"

Young Master Qin Er didn't bother speaking to him. He directly gave orders. "Take everyone back to the ship first."

...

Duo Shanmei and the others wanted to fight them to the end, but unfortunately, the other side had mobilized tens of thousands of Harpies. Seeing their formation, they knew they had no chance of winning, so they could only surrender.

The various aristocratic family disciples were trembling as they were escorted onto the ship by the Heavenly Fate disciples. They stood on the deck, looking at each other, not daring to utter a sound.

"Go!" As several low shouts came.

A whip heavily swung down. Mu Jia Teng raised his hand to shield Mu Wuzi, and a bloody mark appeared on the back of his hand.

Qiao Mu was walking to the door of the second-floor cabin. She turned and saw this scene, and anger flared in her eyes. "You captured people, isn't that enough?"

"Family Head!" The Mu family disciples, hearing Qiao Mu's voice, eagerly looked up.

They saw their little family head leaning over the railing, looking down at them.

So, the family head couldn't escape either. The hearts of the Mu family disciples sank slightly.

"Who told you to strike them?" Young Master Qin Er was still thinking of reconciling with the little stoic-faced girl, so he naturally didn't want anyone else to offend her.

These inconsiderate fools, of all people to hit, they chose the Mu family's people.