Chapter 27 - 25: Who Dares Touch Me?

"Who gave you the guts to touch me?" Yun Ran stood in front of Nangong Mo, her eyes cold as she looked at Lady Zhen. Nangong Mo looked at the girl in front of him, a clear ripple passing through his deep black eyes. He had never imagined that one day, he would be protected by a young woman?! This feeling... His four guards looked at each other, communicating with their eyes, their expressions somewhat peculiar: Heavens! Their master was actually being protected by a girl?! The key point is, why does it seem like their master is quite enjoying it?! Lady Zhen glared contemptuously at Yun Ran, who had rushed forward heroically to the rescue. Look at her frail arms and legs, she looked like she couldn’t withstand a puff of wind, she could fight ten of her! How dare she rush up looking for death? Just now, she had only succeeded in a lucky sneak attack because Lady Zhen was momentarily unprepared! "Your people? So what if I did? Being arrogant in front of me? You don’t know life from death!" As she spoke, Lady Zhen raised her right hand high and fiercely slapped at Yun Ran’s fair and beautiful face. "Slap!" The sound was crisp. Before Lady Zhen even realized what happened, her face was hit with a heavy, resounding slap, leaving her stunned. Looking at Yun Ran, her eyes were filled with disbelief, more so with anger! "You little wench! See if I don’t tear you apart!!" This time, Lady Zhen directly reached out with both hands to tear at Yun Ran’s clothes. But before her fingers touched the hem of Yun Ran’s clothes, Yun Ran raised her hand and harshly slapped her twice. The force was so great that Lady Zhen spun around and fell to the ground, not only did her ears ring, but even her eyes went black. In broad daylight, Lady Zhen felt utterly humiliated, both ashamed and angry! Regardless of the pain on her face, she struggled to get up from the ground and lunged at Yun Ran, "You little wench! I’ll kill you!" "Slap! Slap!" Lady Zhen’s face visibly swelled up, and a trace of red blood slowly trickled from the corner of her mouth. And with the blood, two teeth flowed out... The surrounding crowd couldn’t help but gasp, looking at those two teeth, feeling a twinge of toothache. Lady Zhen held the two teeth in her hand, not knowing if it was from pain or anger, all five of her fingers trembling. "Aaaaah! Curse you, little wench! I’ll fight you to the death!" With a roar, Lady Zhen pounced on Yun Ran like a mad dog. Then, she was slapped by Yun Ran and flew two or three meters away, heavily crashing to the ground. Lady Zhen opened her mouth, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, and in the blood lay three white teeth. Lady Zhen lay on the ground, seemingly knocked completely senseless, and for a moment fell silent. She slowly lifted her head, looking at the girl standing in the wind, her clothes fluttering. Her face was gentle and beautiful, like the radiant begonias of March, but her expression was cold as snow, her autumn-like eyes gleaming with icy fragments, a faint, almost imperceptible murderous aura making hearts tremble. She appeared to be a delicate flower that could be easily bullied, yet so dangerous, her entire being emanated an intimidating and unsettling aura, ghostly and enchanting. Lady Zhen instinctively clenched the handkerchief in her palm, a faint chill slowly creeping up her back, her heart trembling uncontrollably. Yun Ran lowered her gaze, looking at her with cold and disdainful eyes, as if she were looking at an ant. "Do you want to continue?" The girl’s voice was pleasant, her tone even gentle, yet Lady Zhen shivered all over, her entire body involuntarily shrinking backward, looking at Yun Ran as if she had seen a ghost. "Heh!" Yun Ran lightly curved her lips, a smile three parts cold, seven parts disdainful. Without sparing Lady Zhen another glance, Yun Ran turned, glanced at Zhen Fantong not far away, and walked toward him. During the walk, with a flick of her sleeve and a light turn of her wrist, the sound of a sword being drawn rang out dull, and the sword at a guard’s waist was already in her hand. Guard: "!!!" How did she do that?! Zhen Fantong, seeing the woman approaching with the sword, turned pale with fright. "What are you... what do you want?" Lady Zhen’s heart was about to stop out of fear, and for a moment she couldn’t care about much else, cried out, "No! Don’t kill him!" But just as she said this, Yun Ran’s fair hand raised lightly, her sleeve fluttering as cold light flashed, and in the next moment, Zhen Fantong’s screams echoed across the sky, so tragic that it sent shivers down one’s spine. The onlookers felt a momentary blankness in their heads, staring dumbly at Yun Ran: What happened? What did she do? However, Zhen Fantong’s wails didn’t last long, as he soon passed out from the pain. Yun Ran gave him a cold look, then tossed the sword back, as if it had eyes of its own, it flew back into its scabbard. Guard: "..." Miss! My dear lady! If you were off by just a tiny bit, I’d be gone, you know! However, didn’t this sword... just cut... um! over there. Shouldn’t it be wiped off before putting it back?