"You bunch of grandsons." When Gongshu Yuan saw everyone chasing after Lu Qiji to beat and kill her while he stood there holding Lu Qingming with nothing to do, he felt somewhat indignant.
Everyone was human. Why were they killing them but not him?
Then, thinking it over, he realized that he was human, while Li Mu Yang and Lu Qiji were a dragon and a phoenix. That tiny bit of imbalance in his heart vanished at once.
How could humans be mentioned in the same breath as divine beasts?
For a fleeting moment, he considered waiting until no one was paying attention, then carrying Lu Qingming and running for it.
As far away as he could get.
He could not save Li Mu Yang, but he had to save himself—and Lu Qingming too.
As long as Lu Qingming remained alive, the Lu family's lifeline had not been completely severed.
He puffed out his cheeks, his face twisted into a savage grimace, and steeled himself several times.
"We said we were brothers through life and death. If we live, we live together. If we die, we die together."
In the end, he decided to stay and fight alongside Li Mu Yang. No—to fight Lu Qiji alongside Li Mu Yang.
Under the group assault, Lu Qiji's injuries grew more and more severe.
The more seriously she was hurt, the more she lost the ability to counterattack or evade.
Seeing the firebird, one wing broken, about to be beaten down by the cultivators, the fat man grew frantic and furious. He pulled a wooden centipede with many legs from his robes, pressed a mechanism at the tip of its tail, and the centipede shot from his hand as if it had come alive, burrowing into the earth with a whoosh.
The fat