155: Kidnapping Mo Linglin

The back garden of Mo Residence was vast, with pavilions and towers nestled among exotic flowers and trees.

At this moment, the banquet was in full swing, and the garden was sparsely populated, with only the faint sounds of revelry from the front courtyard echoing in the distance.

The cool night breeze dispersed the smell of alcohol, bringing with it a hint of chill.

Mo Linglin leaned against a vermilion lacquered pillar of the corridor, taking several deep breaths of the cool, flower-scented air, trying to suppress the churning alcohol and the vexation in her heart.

Moonlight spilled onto her fiery red palace gown, outlining her curvaceous figure.

The tight-fitting top lifted her full bosom to a proud curve, her slender waist, cinched by the palace dress, appeared impossibly small, connecting to the shapely and rounded curve of her hips below.

A leather mini-skirt that only reached mid-thigh left her long, straight, fair, and lustrous legs exposed to the cool night breeze, gleaming with an alluring sheen under the moonlight.

At this moment, she was slightly panting from the alcohol, her chest rising and falling, exuding an unconscious, wild, and fiery allure.

“Bastard… that little brat… how dare he…”

She cursed under her breath, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her dress, her mind filled with Mo Yuhan’s hateful, calm face.

Just then, a figure, like Gui Mei, silently appeared in the shadows of the corridor behind her.

“Second Miss seems to be in a bad mood?”

A calm, indifferent young voice sounded behind her without warning.

“Who?!” Mo Linglin jolted, her drunkenness instantly clearing for the most part, and she spun around abruptly!

Under the moonlight, Mo Yuhan’s face, which she loathed to the bone, clearly appeared before her eyes!

“It’s you?!” Mo Linglin’s pupils constricted, a mix of shock and anger, and she subconsciously wanted to scream a warning! At the same time, the Dou Qi in her body instinctively circulated, and crimson flame Dou Qi condensed in her palm!

However, her movements were fast, but Mo Yuhan’s were faster.

The moment she turned, cried out, and condensed Dou Qi, Mo Yuhan’s figure had already closed in like Teleportation.

He did not use any flashy Dou Skills, only the simplest, most direct suppression of speed.

A slender, powerful hand, carrying a cold aura, like an iron clamp, precisely gripped Mo Linglin’s right wrist, where flame Dou Qi had just condensed.

“Ugh!” A mighty, irresistible force came, and Mo Linglin felt an intense pain in her wrist, as if her bones were about to be crushed, and the condensed Dou Qi instantly dispersed.

She cried out in pain, and her other hand instinctively swung a palm towards Mo Yuhan’s face.

Mo Yuhan didn’t even block, he just tugged sharply on her wrist towards his side.

Mo Linglin felt an irresistible force, her body instantly lost balance, and she cried out as she stumbled forward.

She involuntarily crashed into Mo Yuhan’s embrace.

A masculine scent, mixed with a faint herbal aroma, instantly enveloped her.

The contact of their chests left her mind blank, followed by immense shame and humiliation.

Since childhood, when had she ever been so close to a man?!

“Let me go! You bastard! You hooligan! Let go!”

Mo Linglin was completely flustered, and completely enraged.

She ignored the sharp pain in her wrist, struggling to twist her body while screaming curses with all her might.

Her long, powerful legs kicked frantically, trying to strike Mo Yuhan’s vital waist and abdomen, and her knees savagely thrust upwards.

“Little brat! You bastard who hasn’t even grown hair yet! How dare you touch me?! My grandfather is Mo Cheng! My brother won’t let you go! The Mo family will make sure you die without a burial place!”

Her curses were sharp and piercing, filled with hysterical anger and fear, echoing in the quiet garden.

Mo Yuhan’s eyes were cold.

The youthful, vibrant body in his arms twisted and struggled wildly, her full bosom constantly rubbing and pressing against his chest through the thin fabric of her palace gown, and those fair, long legs were like two slippery, powerful pythons, kicking and striking with fierce force.

The harsh insults and threats continuously assaulted his eardrums.

Though his will was firm, he was ultimately a hot-blooded youth. Despite his young physical age, being struggled against in such a manner by a woman so fiery and constantly insulting and provoking, a surge of anger flared up within him.

Especially the phrase “little brat who hasn’t even grown hair yet” precisely poked at his sensitive spot regarding his age.

“Noisy!” Mo Yuhan growled, a purple-gold light flashing in his eyes.

His left hand, gripping Mo Linglin’s wrist, tightened, pressing her entire body more closely against his own. At the same time, his free right hand, fingers together like a sword, moved like lightning, striking several major acupuncture points on her body.

Puff puff puff!

The finger force, imbued with pure Dou Qi, instantly sealed several key meridian nodes of Mo Linglin.

“Ah!” Mo Linglin felt her entire body go numb, as if struck by an electric current. The surging Dou Qi within her was instantly cut off and frozen.

All her strength seemed to be drained in an instant.

Her limbs, which had been wildly struggling and kicking, suddenly went limp, unable to exert even a shred of strength! Even her curses were caught in her throat, only able to emit fearful, despairing gasps.

She was like a wildcat whose claws and fangs had been instantly removed, collapsing limply in Mo Yuhan’s arms. Only her beautiful eyes could still move, filled with unbelievable horror, boundless fear, and the immense shame and humiliation that arose from being completely suppressed.

She clearly felt the powerlessness of her body, the strength of the other party’s arm wrapped around her waist, the strange and terrifying sensation of their bodies pressed closely together… and the cold and dangerous aura emanating from the other party.

Mo Yuhan felt the struggles in his arms cease and let out a slight sigh of relief, but his brows remained tightly furrowed.

Though the warm, soft jade in his arms was now quiet, her astonishing elasticity and warmth, and her body trembling slightly from fear, still caused him no small amount of trouble.

He suppressed the strange heat in his heart, and his eyes returned to their cold state.

He lowered his head, leaned close to Mo Linglin’s ear, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, but his voice was as cold as ice: “Say ‘little brat’ one more time, and I’ll strip you naked and throw you back into the banquet hall, letting everyone see the grace of the Mo family’s Second Miss.”

These words were like the most malicious curse, instantly shattering Mo Linglin’s last shred of willpower.

Her body stiffened abruptly, the fear in her beautiful eyes instantly magnified to the extreme, and tears uncontrollably welled up, swirling in her eyes, filled with desperate pleading.

She dared not make any sound, even stifling her sobs, leaving only the subtle trembling of her body, uncontrollable due to fear.

Mo Yuhan watched her reaction with satisfaction.

He no longer delayed, his right hand scooping directly under Mo Linglin’s bent legs, lifting her limp body horizontally.

It was the standard princess carry.

What he felt was astonishing softness and elasticity.

Those two fair, long legs, which had been frantically kicking and exposed to the air, now hung limply, the delicate, cool sensation of her skin transmitting through the thin leather mini-skirt to his arm.

The girl’s body fragrance, mixed with a faint scent of alcohol, lingered at his nostrils.

Mo Yuhan forcibly ignored these sensory stimuli, and his profound footwork unfolded—Phoenix Flight Step.

At the same time, the clothes on his back stirred slightly, and a pair of huge Eagle Wings, formed by purple-gold flames, suddenly unfurled.

“Eagle Wings!”

The wings flapped violently.

Boom!

A violent current of air swept up fallen leaves and dust from the ground.

Mo Yuhan, holding Mo Linglin, who had completely lost the ability to resist and was only trembling in fear, transformed into a blurry purple-gold streak of light, instantly rising from the ground and soaring into the deep, boundless night sky of Salt City.

Only a few swirling leaves remained on the ground, and a few vague screams, faintly heard from the depths of the garden, were covered by the banquet’s clamor.

In the night sky, Mo Linglin was hit by the cold night wind, her drunkenness completely dissipated, leaving only boundless fear and coldness.

She looked at the rapidly receding, increasingly small lights of Mo Residence below, at the myriad lights of Salt City spreading out beneath her, and at the cold, resolute jawline of the young man holding her… A huge despair, like a cold tide, completely submerged her.

Tears finally silently streamed down her cheeks.

Mo Yuhan looked down at the girl in his arms, who was silently weeping and rigid as a puppet, his eyes showing no fluctuation whatsoever.

He tightened his arms, adjusted his direction, and, holding this priceless “hostage,” sped towards the vast and more concealed dark wilderness beyond Salt City.