God knows how much she hated roller coasters—those things messed up her hair and ruined her image. This was sure as hell more thrilling than a roller coaster.
"Alright, you just wait."
Gu Youyou glared fiercely at Yue Rujing.
The pursuers were already upon them. Yue Rujing drew from his waist a belt. Oh no, not a belt, but a Soft Sword worn like a belt at the waist. While Gu Youyou was busy throwing up, the three had already become entangled in battle.
"You sure move fast, didn't anyone tell you that I, Yue Rujing, am here?"
Yue Rujing laughed indifferently, his swordplay as casual and beautifully flawless as his demeanor. Under the moonlight, he resembled an immortal dancing to the moon.
On the contrary, the two men in black struck quickly and fiercely. The tip of their swords carried a chilling force that made the surrounding flora pale in comparison. Even the bright stars in the night sky seemed to hide behind the clouds.