Qin Yu stopped his horse and met Ming Li's gaze, the bad premonition surfacing again.
Seeing Ming Li dismount and walk towards him step by step, Qin Yu's heart inexplicably began to flutter.
"What... what do you want to do?!"
Ming Li: "If your little dark guard gets into trouble, will you save him or not?"
Qin Yu frowned and blurted out four words: "Of course I will."
His dark guards were all chosen for him by the former emperor when he was young. They had grown up with him, protected him, and were as close as brothers, like family. If anything were to happen to his dark guard, he would definitely save him.
Hearing this, Ming Li nodded, glanced at the horse he had "borrowed" from behind Qin Yu, turned around, and spoke to the white horse behind her, "Take that old man's horse back for him. I'm going back first, you can come along slowly."
Seeing this, Qin Yu looked at Ming Li as if she were an idiot.
What was this woman doing?
Talking to a horse?! She must have read too many folk tales, right?
Just as Qin Yu was about to say something, he saw the white horse nod as if it understood. It then walked to the black horse, bit its reins with its mouth, and led it back.
Qin Yu: "..."
His gaze became somewhat terrified. He looked at Ming Li as if she were a monster and asked, "Who exactly are you?!"
Could this be a vixen from those folk tales?
The system in the space: "Host, he actually called you a vixen! Beat him!"
Ming Li rolled her eyes speechlessly. Without answering Qin Yu's question, she directly took out the long-dusty silver sword from her space in front of him.
Qin Yu looked at the silver sword that suddenly appeared in Ming Li's hand and asked, forcing himself to remain calm, "What are you going to do?"
Ming Li stood on the silver sword and said in a flat tone, "To save your little dark guard. Get on."
Qin Yu: "..."
Qin Yu frowned, wanting to ask more, but he ultimately held back. The only thing he knew now was that the person in front of him was definitely not Shangguan Ming Li, the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's mansion.
Seeing Qin Yu standing still, Ming Li directly reached out and pulled him up, then flew towards the direction of the capital city, controlling the sword.
Qin Yu, suddenly flying, remained in a state of confusion...
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing now?
The cold wind whistled past Qin Yu's ears, instantly sobering him up.
Recovering his senses, Qin Yu looked down at himself, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.
Qin Yu's face turned pale, his lips tightly pressed together, and his hands tightly clutched Ming Li's sleeve. If he hadn't retained some sense of reason, he would have rushed to hug Ming Li's waist.
It was night, so when Qin Yu looked down, he saw only darkness, like a bottomless abyss.
The most important thing was that he was currently flying in the air.
Flying?!
This was something that only existed in folk tales, and he was actually experiencing it now. It was so damn exciting! So exciting that he wanted to just faint.
The system in the space had already given up struggling.
The host's persona had long since collapsed to the point of being beyond salvation. What could it say? Nothing.
The system numbly picked up a chicken leg and began to gnaw on it.
Oh heavens! Oh earth! Someone please do something about this host who loves to break character! It's willing to offer two chicken legs in exchange!
ps: Thank you, little cuties, for the gifts!
ヾ(●acute;nabla;｀●)ﾉWow~