Time Travel and Love

Chapter 218: White Hair

Is he crazy?! Although this injection will increase his internal strength, after an hour, his Dantian will be destroyed! Mo Liujin clenched his sword, "Jiang Che, take your mother away now."

Mo Jiangche nodded and put his arm around Chu Qingmeng's waist. With a light tap of his foot, he landed directly on the corridor. The moment Mo Jiangche stood up, Lao Ba moved, and so did Mo Liujin. One to kill, the other to block.

Finally, the sound of fighting outside the palace was heard, and Eleven arrived.

Mo Jiangche brought Chu Qingmeng into the palace. The two brothers held swords and watched the outside vigilantly. By now, all the private soldiers inside the palace had been killed. Only Mo Chenfeng, a few old princes and dukes, and Mo Jiangheng and a few others were protecting the emperor. There were also a group of civil officials tied up and thrown in a corner.

Everyone had no idea what was happening outside. They only heard the sounds of fighting and vaguely guessed that Eleven had arrived, and they breathed a sigh of relief. However, before Eleven could enter the hall, a figure flew in and slammed heavily onto the Dragon Subduing Pillar in the hall. When the smoke and dust cleared, everyone realized that the person who had just smashed into the pillar was Mo Liujin!

Chu Qingmeng's eyes suddenly widened, and with a look of astonishment on his face, he rushed straight to the man covered in blood on the ground. He didn't even notice that the hairpin on his head had fallen off and his hair was scattered. He hugged him, and he was so panicked that his voice trembled unconsciously, "Ajin, Ajin, Ajin, what's wrong with you..." His hands were shaking so much that he kept wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Liu Jin!" Mo Chenfeng was also frightened and rushed over hurriedly. When had he ever suffered such an injury!

"Father!" The two brothers also rushed to Mo Liujin's side, their breathing disordered.

Mo Liujin's breathing was already very weak, and the blood color on Chu Qingmeng's face had almost completely faded. His hands and feet were cold as he hugged Mo Liujin tightly.

Seeing Mo Liujin being kicked into the hall by the Eighth Prince, Kui Wenzhong and the others hurriedly shook off the four men and entered the hall as well. They feared that if the Ninth Prince was injured, he would go mad. But how could they easily shake off those four men? They actually followed them directly into the hall.

At this time, Lao Ba walked into the hall step by step with a sword in hand and a frosty face. Mo Liuyuan and Mo Liujue, who had just witnessed everything outside the hall, also flashed into the hall and stood in front of Mo Liujin's body.

Chu Qingmeng looked at Mo Liujin, who was breathing weakly, without saying a word. Quan Si came over to check Mo Liujin's pulse. Everyone was stunned. They looked at Chu Qingmeng in astonishment and stammered, "All the tendons and veins are broken, and all the internal organs are shattered..."

This sentence was undoubtedly a death notice for Mo Liujin. Chu Qingmeng just held Mo Liujin's head blankly, put his face on his forehead, and said softly, "Ajin, wait for me."

He gently put him down and said to Mo Jiangqing, "Watch your father and don't let anyone touch him."

Then he slowly raised his head and stood up shakily. His eyes were already red when he turned around. He stepped towards the direction of the Eighth King step by step. He stretched out his hand to push away Mo Liuyuan and Mo Liujue who were standing in front of him. The two were about to stop him, but for some reason their bodies suddenly became unable to move. They looked at each other in astonishment and found that the other was the same.

Chu Qingmeng emerged from behind the two men. With each step she took, the pressure she exuded grew heavier. Her entire body was in a state of spiritual energy leaking out. Quan Si looked at her, completely shocked. "Big brother is right. If the son-in-law is injured, the Ninth Master will really go crazy!" To protect Chu Qingmeng, Ling Xian even had Quan Si learn a little about how to treat immortal cultivators. So Quan Si knew that in the current state of the Ninth Master, as long as his spiritual energy was exhausted, he would probably die.

"Old landlord?!" Quan Si suddenly remembered and hurriedly took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, and stuffed it into Mo Liujin's mouth. Although it was prepared for Jiu Ye, they were now in a life-and-death situation. If he didn't save his son-in-law, Jiu Ye would not survive alone!

"Mother! No!" The two brothers hurriedly stood up and tried to stop Chu Qingmeng. The Eighth Prince's martial arts had beaten their father like this, so how could their mother be his opponent? But before they could even step in front of Mo Liuyuan and the others, they felt that they could not move.

Lao Ba laughed and rushed towards Chu Qingmeng, sword drawn. "You're trying to shake a tree like a mayfly, overestimating your own abilities! This is what happens when you kill Qian Yin!" But before he could take a few steps, he found himself unable to move at all. Chu Qingmeng stared directly into his eyes, slowly advancing step by step. Lao Ba was still struggling, now only able to maintain a sword-pointing posture. Inside the hall, the four Qianji Pavilion members who had been fighting with Kui Wenzhong and the other two were also immobilized. Kui Wenzhong took the opportunity to dispatch them. Strangely, they could move, while most of the others in the hall remained motionless, only their eyes could move.

With every step Chu Qingmeng took, the pressure on Lao Ba grew stronger. He didn't know what method she used to immobilize him, but he watched helplessly as her long hair, scattered behind her, grew grayer with each step. Until she stood before Lao Ba's sword, Lao Ba felt as if a huge rock weighed down his body, and his breathing became labored. Chu Qingmeng looked up at him. Her eyes were no longer crimson, their once dark pupils now an icy blue. The seal on her forehead shone, and everyone present felt a sense of relief. The oppressive feeling that had previously held them in place was gone.