OBS Chapter 249 Feint to the East, Attack in the West, People's Mistakes
Chapter 249 Feint to the East, Attack in the West, People's Mistakes
The white-haired woman panicked when she saw the Pavilion Master about to be moved. This madwoman casually pulled out a few hidden weapons and threw them at Yan'er. She knew that throwing hidden weapons at his beloved concubine was more effective than throwing them at him. Sure enough, Murong Junlan was shocked and flew over to block them.
Without the rope in his hand, blocking these hidden weapons was indeed a bit difficult for Murong Junlan. With nothing around, Murong Junlan had a flash of inspiration and kicked away the ice lotus in front of him. However, the ice lotus was ultimately not as powerful as the hidden weapons. In addition, the person who threw the hidden weapons was a ruthless person. The ice lotus blocking the hidden weapons was like an egg hitting a stone, only slowing down for a moment.
At its last gasp, though unable to pierce even the finest silk, the hidden weapon, after striking the snow lotus, still managed to deflect and hit the octopus's bald head. Oh dear, that bald head was boneless, pure flesh! As the hidden weapons grazed its head, the octopus froze, trying to gauge whether it would faint. It waited a long time until the fireball guard kicked it hard, finally snapping it out of its daze that its claws were still gripping the Pavilion Master.
The octopus quickly pushed the pavilion master into the inner cave with its eight tentacles. At this moment, the white-haired woman rushed over without regard for anything. The octopus stretched out its eight tentacles and blocked the white-haired woman outside the cave. The white-haired woman grabbed the octopus's bald head with both hands.
Its head is so big, how did this woman manage to do that? The octopus couldn't take it anymore, and all its tentacles flailing wildly backward, grabbing something soft. Hey, let's see where you run now.
Just as the octopus was smugly preparing to meet the white-haired woman, a slap landed squarely on the octopus's bald head.
"Why are you dragging me around?" Princess Yan'er's clear voice rang in the octopus's ears.
"How could it be you?" The octopus blinked at Yan'er, when suddenly one of its claws was stomped hard by someone's shoe. The stomp hurt so much that it couldn't even find its way.
"Why are you dragging her around?" Murong Junlan was still not satisfied after stomping on her foot. He grabbed the hand that was holding his beloved concubine and slapped it twice. With his other hand, he pulled his beloved concubine into his arms.
Looking at the octopus she had switched, the white-haired woman chuckled coldly a few times. Before she could finish laughing, Murong Junlan struck her with the fine cord that had been restored.
The white-haired woman wanted the Pavilion Master; she didn't want to waste her energy fighting Murong Junlan. So she dodged the rope and once again threw a hidden weapon at Yan'er.
Murong Junlan deftly flicked his rope, deflecting the hidden weapon. But the woman gently raised her right hand, and this time, what flew towards him wasn't a hidden weapon, but something else—a round, bulging object. By the time Murong Junlan could see it clearly, the object was already excitedly standing in front of him.
"Your Highness!" the thing exclaimed excitedly, then spun around in place for a few moments, completely bewildered.
"What are you spinning around for? Hurry up and save people!" Murong Junlan scolded.
"Understood, Your Highness." After saying that, the thing scurried off to help the Pavilion Master.
The white-haired woman was taken aback. How had this "hidden weapon," which she had casually picked up, become an accomplice to Murong Junlan? Ha! The white-haired woman quickly turned around to see how many people were coming, but she couldn't see anyone. Whatever! Those who obstruct me will perish. Immediately, the white-haired woman unleashed another devastating attack with her Annihilation Cold Yin Palm.
At this moment, the stone door to the inner chamber was about to close with a rumbling sound.
"Zha!" The white-haired woman suddenly shouted to the sky. This shout brought out Murong Junlan's silver ring phantom and also stopped the round, chubby old tree spirit in his tracks.
At this moment, the pavilion master inside attracted her more than the sea turtle pearl on Yan'er's body, because she smelled a strong ancient scent, a scent that had once made her young and arrogant.