Tang San's head swayed from side to side under the blows, and his cheeks quickly became red and swollen.
He gritted his teeth, struggling to keep the blood from spilling out of his mouth. His fists clenched tightly, yet he dared not voice his anger.
After striking him a few times, Yang Jian withdrew his hand, a faint smile on his lips.
"Little bastard Tang San, we'll meet again very soon."
Tang San's pupils contracted slightly.
Then Yang Jian looked at Xiao Wu beside him.
"And you, little rabbit."
Xiao Wu shuddered all over, as though some ferocious beast had fixed its gaze on her. A chill rose up her spine.
She instinctively lowered her head, not daring to meet Yang Jian's eyes.
Yang Jian chuckled and said no more. He turned and left with Zhu Zhuqing.
"Wait!"
Ning Rongrong sprang out from the crowd and ran toward Yang Jian.
"I want to go with you too!"
Yang Jian stopped and turned back to look at her.
Ning Rongrong stood beneath the moonlight, her face carrying a trace of urgency and anticipation.
Her gaze swept between Yang Jian and Zhu Zhuqing, and she bit her lip.
"Take me with you," she repeated.
Yang Jian looked at her and suddenly smiled.
The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi's beloved daughter, the girl Chen Xin regarded as his own granddaughter.
If she left with him, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin's expressions would surely be quite entertaining when they found out.
When he attacked the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the future, he could use Ning Rongrong as a sacrifice to raise the banner first.
The effect would surely be excellent.
"Fine."
Yang Jian nodded.
Ning Rongrong broke into a happy smile. Without even looking at the