Skip this! Just tell me who to kill!

"Halt! Who are you? Why are you covered in blood? This is the inner city; entry is prohibited without a token—"

"I can join whichever I want, and whomever I want."

Chi Chi!

The bone nails fell swiftly, and all the soldiers guarding the inner city gate were killed in an instant.

"I told you so long ago, why don't you all learn your lesson? It's like you've never heard before!"

Leading Wangcai and Chen Shuang, Qin Muyuan strolled into the inner city.

Fire Cloud City is divided into an outer city, an inner city, and the imperial palace area.

The outer city was where ordinary people, merchants, and artisans with some money lived.

The inner city was where high-ranking officials and nobles of the Fire Cloud Kingdom resided.

As for the palace area... that was where Qin Muyuan lived for a period of time afterward.

After killing the soldiers guarding the entrances to the inner and outer city areas, Qin Muyuan stepped into the inner city and followed the arrows in his field of vision.

Along the way, they casually cut down speed bumps made up of dozens of people.

A moment later, Qin Muyuan led Chen Shuang to a courtyard.

A pair of stone lions stood at the entrance of the courtyard, and the words "Zhao Mansion" were prominently displayed on the plaque above the gate.

According to the cook from the Red Oil Merchants Association, this Zhao residence belongs to Zhao Qianfan, the current emperor of the imperial court.

Zhao Qianfan is a first-rank official in the Huoyun Kingdom's court, and he even has direct access to the current emperor of Huoyun Kingdom, etc...

In short, he wielded immense power.

Therefore, the young lady of the Zhao family dared to kidnap Liang Cijiu directly on the street in the outer city, completely unafraid of punishment from the government.

It doesn't matter.

If the government doesn't punish him, Qin Muyuan will become a righteous messenger who kills people when he sees injustice.

Bang!

With a powerful kick from Qin Muyuan, the Zhao family's solid wood gate, weighing a hundred pounds, was sent flying.

The flying gate crashed into a stone pillar behind it, instantly splitting in two, with wood chips spraying out in a radial pattern.

"Who? Who dares to cause trouble at the Zhao residence?"

Such a large commotion naturally attracted the attention of the guards inside the Zhao residence.

Then a large group of guards dressed in short jackets and carrying long sticks and spears rushed out of the courtyard.

The leader of these guards was a third-rate martial artist whose strength had reached the peak of the third-rate level and was halfway to the second-rate level, but who was never invited to gatherings of second-rate martial artists.

The third-rate martial artist, seeing the shattered wooden gate and Qin Muyuan bursting into the mansion, let out a sharp shout:

"Hey! You thief, how dare you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Muyuan's figure had already disappeared from his sight.

Before the third-rate martial artist could even react, he felt a pain in his neck and a chilly wind in his throat.

Then, the third-rate martial artist saw Qin Muyuan's figure reappear in the same spot, leading the wolf demon and a woman into the mansion.

The third-rate martial artist tried to intervene, only to find that his body was completely out of his control—

pat.

Groups of heads fell to the ground, as if in celebration, to escort Qin Muyuan into the Zhao residence courtyard.

"How could it be so... fast..."

This was the last thought that flashed through the mind of a third-rate martial artist before he suffered complete brain death.

Upon entering the Zhao residence, Qin Muyuan charged forward, managing to knock away the speed bumps blocking his path with considerable difficulty.

Finally, after overcoming numerous difficulties, he led Chen Shuang to a side room.

"Forget it! Even if you torture me again, I will never submit!"

A deep and resolute male voice came from the private room.

This sound caused Chen Shuang's tears, which she had stopped flowing, to start flowing again.

Then Chen Shuang, with tears in her eyes, climbed down from Wangcai's back and stumbled as she pushed open the door to the side room.

With a bang, the door was pushed open.

A thin man with pale cheeks stood in the room, looking as if he hadn't eaten for days.

His face still bore an expression of utter resolve.

However, when he saw who was pushing open the door, the resolute look on his face instantly turned into surprise.

"Shuang...Shuang'er?!"

"Farewell! It's Shuang'er! You...you've suffered so much!"

Chen Shuang and Liang Cijiu embraced each other tightly, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

The two of them recounted their past, looking like a pair of star-crossed lovers.

Qin Muyuan, on the other hand, was sizing up Liang Cijiu.

Although he is a bit thin and his complexion is slightly pale, he is definitely handsome.

No wonder he was kidnapped by the Zhao family's daughter and made their husband.

Unfortunately, in terms of looks, Qin Muyuan felt that he was still a bit inferior to himself.

Fortunately, although I am handsome, I am also very strong.

Otherwise, in ancient times, let alone women, even handsome men would be forcibly taken and coerced.

"Shuang'er, I've made you suffer... Look how much weight you've lost..."

"My lord, Shuang'er has not suffered. Shuang'er lives in the outer city and receives relief rations from the imperial court every day, so she is eating very well..."

"Nonsense! How could the imperial court's disaster relief grain possibly be of good quality..."

After spending some time together, the two finally remembered that there was another person and a demon outside.

Liang Cijiu then asked awkwardly, "And who is this gentleman...?"

Chen Shuang replied, "This is Hero Qin. It was thanks to Hero Qin's help that I was able to find you, my husband..."

Upon hearing this, Liang Cijiu immediately knelt down and kowtowed, earnestly saying:

"Master Qin! Your kindness will forever be etched in my heart, and I will never forget it in this lifetime!"

"If I am ever in need in the future, even if I am shattered to pieces, I will repay your kindness in saving me."

"If it weren't for the chivalrous help of the hero today, Shuang'er and I would probably never have seen each other again in this life..."

I must say, he's definitely someone who's read a lot of books; he has a whole repertoire of words of thanks.

Qin Muyuan naturally agreed immediately.

After all... what is the purpose of doing good deeds?

Qin Muyuan didn't care about those hypocritical words.

For him, doing good deeds is to satisfy his own spiritual needs and to receive gratitude from others!

He does good deeds just to make himself feel good!

After Liang Cijiu finished reading his words of gratitude, Qin Muyuan stepped forward, helped Liang Cijiu up, and said:

"Don't worry about it! I just like doing good deeds..."

dong dong dong.

Before Qin Muyuan could finish speaking, a series of thumping vibrations came from outside, causing the tables and chairs in the room to shake.

This commotion turned Liang Cijiu, who had just been overjoyed at reuniting with Chen Shuang, pale-faced.

"She's here! She's back!"

"Who?" Qin Mu asked, looking out towards the courtyard of the side room.

A flicker of fear crossed Liang Cijiu's face: "Zhao Miaonu! Miss Zhao, the woman who kidnapped me here!"

As soon as Liang Cijiu finished speaking, a figure appeared at the huge circular archway in the courtyard.

The figure resembled a pig demon, standing three meters tall with seven or eight layers of fat piled up on its body, like a moving mountain of flesh.

With each step, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, and the specially made, enormous brocade robe was stretched taut as if about to burst.

Her face was round like a plate... no, like a millstone!

The features on his face were squeezed together by the fat, and his eyes were completely sunken into the fat, leaving only a narrow slit showing.

"Who! Who's trying to steal my lover!"

This little mountain of flesh rushed into the courtyard and suddenly burst out with a roar even rougher than Zhu Bajie's!