It was a lonely night. A cold moon hung over the branches. The cold wind assaulted him, flashing between the leaves like a blade or a sword.
"Hurry up, it'll be bad if someone sees it."
"What are you worried about?" What are you worried about?
At the foot of a small mountain behind the Xilan, a few burly men dressed in coarse hemp clothes were sneakily standing in the darkness.
And right in front of them was a slim young girl.
The young girl's facial features were good, but her makeup was frightening. Her originally pretty face had been painted a deathly white, with bright red rouge and exaggerated blubber. It was truly a tragic sight to behold. "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuu …"
One of them rubbed his hands together, "Enough, take someone's money to help them get rid of this mess. Hurry up and do it."
The fourteen—year—old girl had already begun to show her exquisite figure. The thin and delicate curves of her made the silence seem even more lustful.
If one did not look at his face, he could still swallow.
What's more, this was a precious treasure. A tender skin and tender flesh of a young child, it was much better than those sold.
The moment he thought of how he would do whatever he wanted to the young girl, the big man's body heated up.
At this moment, the young girl who had her eyes closed suddenly opened her eyes.
That piercing gaze was like that of a wild beast, releasing an astonishing sharp light.
Before the big man could react, a pair of slender lotus arms suddenly grabbed his wrist. The delicate, boneless hand concealed a hidden strength as his fingers nimbly landed on his acupuncture points.
With a crack, the man's hand formed a strange curve.
The pain that pervaded his entire body was like a wheel that had crushed his heart and lungs. When a tragic cry of pain resounded through the entire forest, Gu Ling Xue's muddled head gradually woke up.
What was going on?
She remembered very clearly that she had died in an explosion. But, from the looks of it, where was the shadow of a battlefield?
Could it be...
She quickly reached out her hand, only to see two slender hands, her fair skin was like jade under the moonlight.
How could her fingers be the hand that held the spear all year round when she was unable to touch the yin yang water!
"Deceitful, he's faking his corpse!"
Didn't this trash commit suicide long ago?
Could he be faking his death?
"We can't care so much anymore, brothers, kill this bitch!" The man roared at her, his good hand clenching into a fist as he punched at her.
Gu Ling Xue's pupils contracted. Just as she was about to move her legs to dodge the attack, the heavy skirt caused her movements to falter by a bit.
Fortunately, her reaction was extremely fast. Her palms nimbly wrapped around the man's arms, followed by the sound of bones being dislocated.
"You're courting death!"
The delicate female voice was filled with unprecedented viciousness, her petite body nimbly shuttling back and forth between the few people present.
That bright red light turned into an afterimage, and in the blink of an eye, everyone present fell to the ground.
The people on the ground looked unharmed, but if one looked at them closely, they would see that their necks were bent at a strange angle …
As for the man with crippled arms, both his legs had already gone limp, and he directly knelt on the ground.
Gu Ling Xue slowly turned around, her ink—like long hair scattered down, covering half of her pale white face, and her bright red dress making her look like a ghost. The man immediately used both hands to prop herself up from the ground and kowtow hard on her head: "Second Miss, I did not appreciate your kindness and offended you. I beg Second Miss to be merciful and let me go."
Gu Ling Xue's calm eyes swept across his trembling body: "Who asked you to come?"
The man looked astonished. "Yes … It's the young miss. "