A fist whistled past the side of her face, the wind generated by the strike rustling the strands of hair at her temple. Murong Yunsheng vanished in a blink, teleporting behind Jiang Xin, and brought her hand down heavily on the back of his neck. "My apologies, Uncle Jiang."
She caught his limp body as he slumped. With one arm around him, she felt like some sort of "glamazon" bodyguard. She glanced skyward in wordless resignation.
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Chapter 198