"Hehe, you’re smart!"
In the One-Eyed Dragon’s eyes, I’m probably already a dead man, so he admitted it quite readily: "Boy, in your next life, learn to be smarter. The mighty dragon never suppresses the local snake. You’re acting recklessly on soone else’s turf; no one would let you off."
Another man chid in noisily, "Your status is too prominent. The Eldest Princess fears that leaving you alive will cause future troubles, so she asked us brothers to take care of you. If you’re smart, you can die a little easier. Rember to seek revenge on the Eldest Princess in your next life. We brothers are just following orders..."
"Old Jiu, why bother talking to him? Get on with it!"
Soone impatiently shouted, "Finish him off; we still need to take care of that little woman and the kids. Hurry up; if you keep talking, it’ll be daylight soon..."
Hearing that they also intended to kill Yanran, the fire of anger in my heart surged up. I drew my treasured knife with a swoosh and coldly smiled, "Co on!"
This treasured knife was bestowed upon by my older sister when I was eighteen. It can cut hair with a breeze and slice through iron like mud. I’ve always regretted not having the chance to use it, but today I can finally let loose and kill with justification!
The group of n, unaware that their death was near, sward at in a frenzy, raising their broadswords, thinking I would quickly beco a ghost under their blades.
However, I was much quicker than them. Before their swords could fall, my arm swung, and the treasured knife sliced through like lightning.
Instantly, four or five bloody arms dropped, still holding onto their blades. I waved my knife and swept these falling arms aside to prevent the knives still in their grasp from injuring .
The few great n whose arms were severed were initially shocked by this sudden scene and then scread miserably, falling off their horses one after another, rolling on the ground, clutching their severed limbs and howling...
The enemy’s blood and screams couldn’t quell my inner rage. If I were unfortunately killed by them, wouldn’t Yanran and her younger brother also et their unjust demise because of these heinous robbers? These murderers and thieves all deserved to die!
The treasured knife given to by my older sister worked excellently. When my knife ca down, the bandits’ knives seed like they were made of paper, hardly able to withstand the cut. Not only did I cut their blades, but they also fell from their horses one by one. In less than a quarter of an hour, over ten bandits lay on the ground, dead or wounded, not a single one with all limbs intact!
Among those still alive, so fainted, while those who hadn’t fainted were either wailing with heart-piercing cries for their lost limbs or crying loudly, begging for rcy.
In the dead of night, in this desolate wilderness, the howling of these n was genuinely creepy.
I didn’t go to extres. Seeing that they were all maid, I spared the lives of these few survivors and turned to leave on horse.
Yanran and the others were still inside the carriage. I was worried that wild beasts might be lurking in the mountain, concerned for their safety, so I hurried back.
Returning, before reaching the campsite where everyone was, from a distance, I saw a thin, small figure anxiously pacing back and forth.
"Yanran, why did you co out?" I galloped over and dismounted.
Yanran looked at , suddenly sniffed, and said, "Such a strong sll of blood, did you bleed? What happened?"
It was dark now, and though she could see my general outline, she couldn’t discern the color on my body. My body was stained with the bandits’ blood, giving off a heavy scent of blood, which was quickly noticed by her in the night wind.
I didn’t lie to her. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t deceive her. She was such a clever woman, not one who could be easily fooled by anyone.
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