Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1071: Third Master Is Injured, Ruanruan Fuming with Rage, Slaughters Puppet!

Chapter 1071: Chapter 1071: Third Master Is Injured, Ruanruan Fuming with Rage, Slaughters Puppet!

Huo Zhi handed the clean towel in her hand to Qin Ruan.

Qin Ruan did not reach out to take it but asked urgently, "Where is Third Master?"

Huo Zhi replied, "Master has been taken back to his room."

Qin Ruan rushed upstairs like a gust of wind, spotting the stairs damaged by the fierce beast, she leapt and landed on the wooden table in the hall.

With her arms wrapped around the house’s dark red wooden columns for support, she climbed swiftly upwards. Upon reaching the second floor, she hooked her toes onto the railing, her body hanging upside down.

Under the stunned gaze of Huo Zhi and the others downstairs, Qin Ruan firmly grasped the railing, propelled her lithe body forward, and landed steadily on the second-floor corridor.

Following the lights held by the Hidden Guards on the second floor, Qin Ruan hurried toward the room.

The moment the door was pushed open, a pungent smell of blood assaulted her senses, making Qin Ruan’s face turn ashen.

She dashed to the bedside in a swift stride to see Third Master lying by the bedside, vomiting blood profusely while Huo Qiang stood beside him, wiping the blood off his body.

Qin Ruan gritted her teeth, grasped Third Master’s hand, and started to frantically channel the Nether Divine Power from her palm into his body.

She angrily demanded, "What exactly happened?"

Huo Qiang glanced at Lin Hao in the room, who then walked up to Qin Ruan and said briefly, "Third Master was injured by a Puppet attack. Several black shadows surged from the basement, and one shadowy puppet lingered constantly near Third Master, ramming into him.

Third Master’s body was already weak, and this assault from the puppet caused him to vomit blood relentlessly. No one’s body could withstand such loss of blood."

Qin Ruan looked down at the pool of blood on the floor, the pervasive scent of blood hovering at her nostrils and her already fierce eyes brimming with furious fire.

"Very well!" Qin Ruan’s red lips quivered as she spoke through clenched teeth.

It seems Wenshi Mountain Peak didn’t just house ancient fierce beasts but also these audacious, mindless Puppets.

She really wanted to see which reckless Puppet dared to touch her people right under her watch.

"Ruanruan—"

Huo Yunjiao weakly called out to Qin Ruan, his hand stained with blood, grasping the small hand clenched in his palm.

"I am here!"

Qin Ruan knelt on one knee beside the bed, reaching up to wipe the glaring blood from his lips.

With the alleviation from the Nether Divine Power, Huo Yunjiao no longer vomited blood frequently.

He leaned on the headboard, rubbed Qin Ruan’s hand back gently with his cool fingertips, and weakly advised in his voice, "Don’t act impulsively."

Qin Ruan’s face showed self-blame as she guiltily said, "It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t rushed to leave, none of this would have happened."

Huo Yunjiao, his face pale, managed a weak smile and softly said, "I’m just holding you back."

Qin Ruan shook her head at him, lowering her gaze to their intertwined hands.

Suddenly, the Buddha beads on Third Master’s wrist caught her eye.

She clearly saw three beads had cracked.

Qin Ruan’s expression drastically changed, her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the beads.

"Why did it crack again?"

Her voice trembled, and so did the hand holding Third Master’s.

Huo Yunjiao leaned beside the bed, looked down, and casually stated, "If it’s broken, it’s broken."

Looking at the man before her, who seemed so nonchalant, Qin Ruan’s eyes grew moist.

Using the hand she had just used to wipe the blood from Third Master’s lips, she clutched the three cracked beads, feeling as if her heart was tightly bound by steel wires, nearly bursting.

"Lin Hao!"

Qin Ruan suddenly called out loudly.

Her explosive rage instantly intimidated everyone in the room.

Lin Hao instinctively stood up straight, "Here—"

Qin Ruan’s delicate face was ice-cold, her clenched fists showed veins popping out, radiating a chilling aura everywhere, and her voice was even colder, "Gather everyone from the Tianxing Team. I want them all to cooperate with me to slaughter the puppets!"

It wasn’t capture, but slaughter!

A ruthless killing intent flashed through the depths of Qin Ruan’s eyes, releasing a wildly fierce atmosphere all over her body.

Lin Hao stiffened his face, a look of surprise on his resolute features.

Then, he immediately responded, "Yes!"

His entire demeanor exuded a savage aura as he turned and left.

Seeing Huo Yunjiao’s complexion had much improved, and the Purple Energy suppressed by the Black Evil Qi was no longer at a disadvantage but was evenly matched with the Black Evil Qi.

She withdrew her hand, leaned close to the pale and handsome face of the third master, and pressed a red lip to his cheek.

A very light kiss, touching briefly and parting immediately.

Qin Ruan suppressed the violent glint in her eyes, gazing at the third master leaning against the bed, who, despite his ailment, still exuded an imposing aura.

"Wait for me to come back!"

The words were full of concern and tinged with a fiery kill intent.

Huo Yunjiao’s thin lips curved in a restrained arc, his dark, jade-like eyes softly gazing back at Qin Ruan with a low, gentle voice, "Return safely, do not get hurt."

He did not speak out to stop her, knowing it would be futile; he only wished for the safe return of his wife.

"Alright—"

Qin Ruan patted the back of the third master’s hand and strode away.

Her retreating figure was like that of a monarch, embodying towering rage and a fierce aura of death.

As Qin Ruan left the room, Huo Yunjiao could no longer suppress the coughs that had been vaguely present.

"Cough cough cough..."

A great amount of bright red blood burst forth from his mouth.

Huo Qiang called out in a low voice, "Master!"

Huo Yunjiao raised his chilling eyes, his gaze icy and intense as he furiously stared at him, exuding an endless oppressive force.

With a crisp voice, he dictated word by word, "Do not alarm the Madam."

"Yes—"

Huo Qiang knelt on the floor, picked up the cloth from the table, and gently wiped the blood stains on the face of the man lying on the bed, who had nearly lost half his life.

The suffocating pressure around Huo Yunjiao eased, and with lowered eyes, he ordered softly, "Those people upstairs must have captured quite a lot. Any photos or videos of the Madam must not be leaked out. Take some people and clean it up."

Huo Qiang’s lips tightly shut, he respectfully replied, "It has already been arranged."

"Cough cough cough..." Huo Yunjiao coughed again, advising aloud, "Make it clean and neat. I don’t want to hear your confessions later."

Huo Qiang bowed his head, assured solemnly, "Yes—"

Leaning against the bed’s headboard, Huo Yunjiao turned to look out the window, his pale lips tightly pressed into a straight line, his handsome face showing a gloomy and cold expression.

His deep eyes emanated a chilling air, his fingertips lightly touching the Buddha Beads around his wrist, his lips parting lightly, "Contact the second brother, ask him to come pick us up at dawn, and also find professionals to appease all the civilians here. Try to have the officials explain; I do not want this incident to have any involvement with the Huo Family."

His voice had begun to weaken, clearly struggling to maintain strength.

Huo Qiang, with a face of ordinary features, was both worried and surprised, "Will the Madam agree to leave tomorrow?"

Huo Yunjiao’s overly pale and delicate face showed a faint smile, "Tonight’s time is enough for her to clean up the unclean things here."

His words revealed an undisputed belief in Qin Ruan’s strength.

"Alright, I will contact the second master now."

Huo Qiang stood up and proceeded to contact Huo Yirong as instructed.