Chapter 1642: The Lantern Dies

but act coquettishly. She stretched out her hands, "Hug me."Such a soft and slightly pitiful voice immediately reminded Mo Yunjing of the first time they met, her pretense of fainting being exposed, a...Despite Shuangshuang's pleas, Mingdeng remained unmoved. He was determined not to go with him.

Having his arm severed, he had used the poison on his body to fend off those people. Even if he could escape back today, he wouldn't live past tonight.

If that's the case, why not drag a few accomplices to their deaths before he dies, dying together with Fengming

Shuangshuang watched Ming Deng's departing figure, her heart gradually sinking. There weren't many people in this world who truly treated her well. If something happened to Ming Deng again, how could she bear it

Thinking of the fact that even her most beloved Ming Deng would be lost, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She collapsed and shouted at Ming Deng in despair: "Ming Deng, I order you, I command you as the master of the Xili evil clan, come back...come back to me!"

Ke Ming looked at his severed arm, and despite the pleading of his companions, his heart was as still as water.

He looked once more at his men, his voice now cold and emotionless. "Aren't you leaving Do you want to stay and die here"This time, the men didn't dare hesitate. With regret and sorrow, they cast one last glance at the beacon of light, then forcefully pulled on Shuangshuang, dragging her away.

Not until Shuangshuang and the others had put some distance between them did Ming Deng turn his head, fixing An Xuetang with a piercing glare. His dark eyes bore into her, "Get up."

Then, he and the people around him almost put all their strength into it, and rushed towards An Xuetang and the others.

Although Ming Deng charged forward with incredible speed, and he saw the arrow in An Xue Tang's hand aimed directly at him, An Xue Tang's expression remained unchanged. She had already been prepared for this.

Now, in order to make An Xue Tang unable to find the exact location, he deliberately rushed over like eighteen bends of a mountain road.

But he clearly underestimated An Xuetang's abilities. He really thought that with his zigzagging escape route, An Xuetang wouldn't be able to hit him with her arrows.

Only to see An Xue Tang's lips curl into a sneer, the arrow in her hand shot out with a whoosh.

The moment she released the arrow, Ning'er and the others held their breath, eagerly watching its trajectory.

In the next instant, the arrow flew true and plunged into Ming Deng's head.

The lantern came to an abrupt halt.

Shuangshuang, who hadn't left yet, widened her eyes in disbelief, staring at the scene before her with a pale and bloodless face.

Her eyes betrayed an overwhelming despair, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, she instantly felt all her strength drain away, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

Those who were with her quickly helped her up, tears welling up in her eyes uncontrollably. She stared at the dimming lantern as it slowly went out, feeling a void in her mind.

His lips, cracked and white, murmured silently, unable to utter a single word, as if his voice had been stolen. Watching the fate of the Ming Deng, the rest of the Xili Evil Clan clenched their fists tightly, their eyes wide with bloodshot pupils, their teeth grinding together in a rattling sound, their pale lips trembling uncontrollably.

Until they were certain the beacon had sunk and would never rise again, their chests heaved violently, unable to accept it, choked sobs escaping their throats.

They had truly never thought that Ming Deng would die, never thought he would die so easily right at the gate of Bei Jiang Wangfu. After Ming Deng fell, An Xue Tang's emotionless eyes swept over Shuangshuang who was hiding in the corner.

Everyone present knew that without her consent, the evil clan from the Western Regions wouldn't have been able to take Shuangshuang away so easily.

But her purpose today was not Shuangshuang, but Ming Deng and Zhi'er.

The Ming Deng has always been the leader of the remaining Western Regions Evil Clan. Now that he is dead, the Western Regions Evil Clan will surely be in chaos.

As long as Zhi'er dies again, these people will lose their backbone and naturally won't think of such a ridiculous thing as reviving their clan.

Nor will they go to any lengths to do other things that are harmful in order to achieve this.

What she desired was for the Xiyu Demonic Clan to never again stir up even a ripple.

Upon being swept by An Xuetang's gaze, the subordinates of the Western Regions Evil Clan came to their senses. They were afraid that the Princess of Beijiang would regret it, so despite the pain in their hearts, they endured and didn't allow Shuangshuang's strong resistance, directly carrying her away.

Shuangshuang's roars came echoing, tearing and heart-wrenching. Nier and Shou'er exchanged a glance, their eyes thoughtfully fixed on their Madam. They had thought that hearing Shuangshuang's agonizing cries, their Madam would have some reaction. But at this moment, they couldn't see any change in her expression.

An Xuetang merely glanced at the fallen Ming Deng, her tone as flat as ever, “He has a deadly poison on him. Everyone hold your breath when handling him, and do not touch him directly.”

Yun Si bowed, "Yes, I understand."

Having accomplished today's objective, An Xuetang handed the bow in her hand to Shou'er and glanced at Fengming beside her, "Brother, are you injured"

Feng Ming shook his head slightly, "No, don't worry, he can't hurt me."

This time, there was almost no loss in the Bei Jiang Royal Manor.

An Xuetang nodded, then glanced at everyone before turning and returning to Jingtang Garden.

She didn't know if it was because she had just pulled back the bow, but An Xue Tang felt even more tired after washing up in Jingtang Garden.

She took a glance at Pingping and An'an, seeing that the two children were sleeping soundly. She then went back to bed and lay down, slowly closing her eyes to rest.

Looking at her like this, both Mo Junyi and Kang'er in the room showed worry in their eyes. They exchanged glances, then Mo Junyi pursed his lips and lowered his voice, "I'll go out for a bit."

Anyway, Pingping and An'an were peacefully sleeping in their cribs at this time. With Kang'er watching over them, there should be no problem. After giving Kang'er instructions, he went out.

He went straight to the gate of the Prince's Mansion, looking at the mess outside the mansion. His gaze finally fell on Feng Ming, and he spoke with disapproval, "How could Uncle let Mother take action"

After all, his mother hasn't recovered from childbirth yet, and these days she's been troubled by something, barely sleeping. Today's commotion has further impacted her recovery.

Feng Ming's clear and cold eyes swept over him, "Do you think I could persuade him"

Uh. Mo Junyi pursed his lips.

Of course, he knew what that meant.

He's not the kind of person you can just reason with.

Once she sets her mind to something, eight oxen couldn't pull her back, let alone flimsy words of advice.

Having looked at the corpse being dragged away by hand, Mo Junyi's mind turned serious. "With Ming Deng dead, it seems these Xiwu demonic clan members will be subdued for a while."

Now, many are focused on their Northern Border Prince Manor. If they could take down one faction, it would give the people of the Northern Border Prince Manor a chance to breathe.

Feng Ming also thought so, but at this time, she didn't know what came to mind. Her dark and deep pupils suddenly looked at Mo Junyi.her. It was a unique aroma that belonged only to her."Well, you're awake."Mo Yunjing hooked a smile, after asking, he wanted to get up. An Xuetang immediately reached out and helped him up, "A-Jing, i...