His body was on fire, and the old man rolled on the ground without caring about his image as the fire could not be put out by banging. He did not stand up until the mud and sand on the ground put out the fire on his body. However, he was already in a mess and gasping for breath. The pain from the kick on his back went straight to his chest, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He stepped back in horror, looking at the bearded man in black clothes approaching him step by step in horror: "What are you going to do?"
"Kill you." Xuanyuan Moze said this rarely, but as soon as the voice fell and the old man was shocked, a stream of air condensed in his hand had already passed through his dantian with a whoosh and destroyed the opponent's dantian with one blow.
"Um!"
Death came so quickly that he didn't even have the chance to beg for mercy or scream in fear. He just groaned, his figure swayed, and his knees softened and he knelt down, kneeling straight in front of Xuanyuan Moze, until his head dropped and he silently breathed his last.
Everyone in the Yu family watched this scene and couldn't help but swallow their saliva. They knew that the couple was very strong, but they didn't expect that the old man, who was so strong, could be killed in an instant by Master Ling.
Everyone was silent, as if they were holding their breath, not daring to breathe. Only the tiny sounds of the branches in the fire and the rustling of leaves in the night wind could be heard...
The next morning, everyone was on the road again, but they had no choice but to turn their eyes to the couple, and almost no one dared to be presumptuous in front of them.
Mrs. Yu in the carriage held her little son who had already woken up, and said to her husband happily: "Master, Mrs. Ling's medicine is really effective. Xiaowu's fever subsided last night, and he is the same as usual when he woke up today."
"That's good. I must thank them later." Yu Chengde said, leaning outside the carriage, looking ahead, as if thinking about something.
Because Fengjiu felt a little sleepy, Xuanyuan Moze asked her to ride a horse with him, let her sit in front of him, and fall asleep in his arms. His cloak wrapped her tightly, so that no one could see her sleeping face.
Fengjiu slept all the way in his arms, until something seemed to be pressing against her. She moved her hips uncomfortably, but she didn't want to lie on his arms. She heard a suppressed gasp.
She was so sleepy that she didn't even open her eyes. She just murmured, "What's wrong?" She moved her body again, trying to find a more comfortable place in his arms, but something was always poking her.
"Nothing, just continue sleeping!" Xuanyuan Moze lowered his voice, but his voice obviously became a little hoarse.
The two of them rode on the same horse all the way, and as the horse's hooves moved forward, the two people on the horse arched their backs. Even if he had great self-control, he still responded to this kind of subtle intimacy.
Besides, they had only been married for a few days, and he, who had just tasted the intoxicating pleasure, couldn't help but feel a little distracted.
However, he still forced himself to suppress the rising heat. Just as he was thinking about moving back a little to create some distance between him and her, his body suddenly froze.
Fengjiu muttered, "Take this thing away from me, it always hurts me and makes me uncomfortable." As she spoke, Fengjiu was still buried in his arms, but her hand instinctively reached down, wanting to tear the thing away, but unexpectedly, it made Xuanyuan Moze gasp.