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Nangong Tuo had been beaten to a pulp, but Yun Tianying and the Shadow Guards were not interested in the details, as the final outcome was still unknown. Worrying about it now would be a waste of expressions. Instead, they focused their attention on Ouyang Zixin, who, in their eyes, was Sister-in-law and the future head of the household.
"Is your silence learned from Master?" Yun Tianying found himself with an endless stream of questions for the Shadow Guards today.
Silence learned from Master?
The Shadow Guard looked up at the sky; he had never thought about that. It seemed that when he wasn't around Master, there were quite a few lively and talkative brothers nearby.
"Look, isn't Miss Ouyang's clothing torn?" Yun Tianying pointed at Ouyang Zixin, urging the Shadow Guard to take a look as well. However, upon hearing that her clothing was torn, the Shadow Guard dared not look and quickly turned his face away, his voice stiff as he said, "I wouldn't dare overstep."
Yun Tianying chuckled; he was just making things up. Ouyang Zixin was lying there perfectly fine, with her wounds visible on her exposed skin. There was no issue of torn clothing at all. Yet, the fact that her clothing wasn't torn became a problem among problems.
When that light shot out, it didn't specifically target the areas exposed by her clothing. So why was it that there were no wounds at all on the parts of her body that were covered?
Looking again at her beautiful face, which was now marred with scars, one couldn't help but click their tongue. No wonder Mo was so furious; if she were to be disfigured by accident, that would be a significant loss.
"What do you think? If Miss Ouyang were disfigured, would Mo kill Nangong Tuo?"
"I wouldn't dare speculate on Master's thoughts."
Yun Tianying nodded at this; he couldn't argue with that point. But there was no need to say anything about daring or not. There was no need for speculation; the answer was inevitable. Just look at how tense Mo was regarding Ouyang Zixin. Ever since he learned she had been poisoned as a child, his icy demeanor had only grown colder, showing little in terms of extra expressions. But now Mo was different; he seemed more like a living person.
The Shadow Guard didn’t know what Yun Tianying was thinking, but standing aside and watching Ouyang Zixin lying on the ground didn’t feel right. Moreover, Yun Tianying seemed to be lost in happy thoughts, his lips even curling into a smile. If Master saw this, it would surely…
"Do you think I should check on Miss Ouyang's injuries? Would Mo beat me up too?" Yun Tianying suddenly thought this idea was great. His brother had a terrible temper but was very good at hiding it; everyone thought he was extremely reserved. In reality, his so-called reserve merely meant he bottled up his anger until he nearly exploded and then waited for some unfortunate soul to come close enough for him to unleash his frustrations on.
For example, Nangong Tuo.
"If Mo is willing to go all out against me, doesn't that mean he has deep feelings for Miss Ouyang?" Yun Tianmo spoke with a hint of anticipation, his face clearly eager.
The Shadow Guard sighed silently, thinking that the Seventh Prince was courting disaster. He turned to glance at the two figures behind him who were still moving swiftly. He couldn't quite understand what these princes were up to, whether they were from the Cloud Nation or the Exiled Nation. It seemed that his own Master was relatively normal in comparison. (Cough, is that really the case?)
The two appeared to be doing nothing but watching Ouyang Zixin, yet their positions were quite strategic. Yun Tianying stood on the left side of Ouyang Zixin's head, while the Shadow Guard stood on the right side near her feet. This was a defensive formation with good effectiveness.
Bang!
"Ouch, just hearing it makes me feel pain for him. I wonder how much longer he has to endure," Yun Tianying blinked. He actually wanted to check on Ouyang Zixin's injuries, but after teasing the Shadow Guard while observing, he realized that her injuries might not be easily touched yet; Mo's judgment was likely the most accurate. For now, as long as he could keep an eye on Ouyang Zixin while Mo vented, that would suffice. However, to be honest, it was a bit boring.
"Yun Tianmo! Enough already! I'm really angry!" Nangong Tuo covered his face; he had already turned into a pig's head, and Yun Tianmo was still throwing punches at him—this was simply too much.
"Hmph."
Ah, this is the difference.
Yun Tianying shook his head. If it were Ning Zhiyuan, it might have been more interesting. "Speaking of which, why hasn't Ning Zhiyuan come?"
"Ning Young Master has been separated from Master for quite some time now." The Shadow Guard didn't know what Ning Zhiyuan was up to either, but he felt it was better that he wasn't here. The current Seventh Prince seemed to be turning into a chatterbox; if you added in Ning Young Master, his ears would never know peace.
"Ning Zhiyuan knows Ouyang Zixin, right?" Since Ning Zhiyuan participated in entering the secret realm, these three must know each other; he just didn't know how Ning Zhiyuan viewed Ouyang Zixin.
"It's over." The Shadow Guard quickly walked toward Yun Tianmo. There were some things he genuinely hadn't heard and thus couldn't answer. His most important task now was to isolate the beaten-up Nangong Tuo, preventing him from joining in the chaos any further; otherwise, it could really lead to serious trouble.
"Are you done venting?" Yun Tianying looked at Yun Tianmo leisurely and smiled, "Your Miss Ouyang, I will keep a good watch over her."
"It's not venting," Yun Tianmo replied coldly. If it were venting, Nangong Tuo wouldn't even qualify as his outlet; he was too weak.
However, Yun Tianying clearly didn't believe him. He glanced with a hint of pity at Ouyang Zixin, who was lying on the ground, and sighed, "What a pity for this beautiful face. Tsk tsk, the injury is quite serious. If you don't need to vent after this, then you really have become a Buddha."
If Yun Tianying's woman had been hurt first and then someone came to cause trouble, he would definitely deal with that person harshly.
"I was teaching him a lesson."
"Oh? What lesson?"
Yun Tianmo turned to look at the smiling Yun Tianying. For some reason, today he found that face, which resembled his own to some extent, smiling in a way that made him uncomfortable, almost provoking an impulse to punch him.
"Naturally, it was to show him what absolute disparity is." Yun Tianmo squatted down and checked Ouyang Zixin's breathing. After confirming it was stable, he let out a slight sigh of relief.
"Absolute disparity? What absolute disparity?"
"The gap in strength includes one's own cultivation level and the quality of the Mystical Artifact." Yun Tianmo didn't need to summon the Source Serpent Scale Shield to deal with Nangong Tuo, but he still did so. This was undoubtedly meant to crush Nangong Tuo's confidence completely. And that was what he referred to as absolute disparity.
"Tsk tsk, Mo, you're getting worse and worse," Yun Tianying teased as he glanced at him. Seeing that he had relaxed, he decided not to linger here and turned to check on the unfortunate Nangong Tuo. (To be continued.)
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