Gu Xiaoran struggled desperately, but she was too weak.

Upon seeing Qiu Yan, his tense heart instantly calmed down.

When Qiu Yan saw Gu Xiaoran being kidnapped again, without her having to move, two bodyguards had already rushed forward and started fighting with the woman.

In an instant, the woman had multiple wounds on her body.

The sudden pain fueled the anger in her chest.

She gripped her longsword tightly, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain.

"I'm just asking a personal question, is it really that big of a deal?"

She considered herself to be a peerless martial artist, but she never expected to meet her match today.

Qiu Yan stepped forward, her eyes fixed on Gu Xiaoran.

She aimed at the woman's wrist and delivered a side kick.

With a clang, the long sword in the woman's hand fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Yan kicked again, and the woman's knees buckled under the weight, causing her body to lean forward.

In the next instant, Bai Lu teleported and, taking advantage of the woman's unpreparedness, struck her in the chest with a palm strike.

The woman was forced to lean back.

At the same time, Gu Xiaoran's body fell, and Qiu Yan reached out and caught her with both hands.

The guards withdrew simultaneously and disappeared instantly.

Qiu Yan: "Yu'er, are you hurt anywhere?"

"No," Gu Xiaoran shook her head, her voice muffled, "My wrist hurts."

Qiu Yan gently stroked Gu Xiaoran's swollen wrist, and the next moment,

*Pfft...* The woman coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground in a sorry state.

Her eyes were red, clearly from anger.

She hastily wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, picked up the long sword from the ground, and her gaze fell on Qiu Yan and Bai Lu one by one, too angry to speak.

Let her calm down.

She thought that without Li Wenshu, no woman could rival her.

Having learned her lesson, she clearly realized that she was outnumbered.

"Who are you?" Qiu Yan asked in a calm voice.

The woman turned her head. "...Why should I tell you?"

As Bai Lu finished her stance, she suddenly noticed the long sword in the woman's hand, and she became somewhat unsettled.

She glared at the woman and demanded, "Why is my sword in your hands?"

After hearing this, Qiu Yan took a careful look at the sword.

"It's your sword, that's right."

The woman's mind went blank for a moment.

She had begged this sword from Ling Qi when she left the military camp.

During that time, I used a little bit of cleverness.

Yes, she was the woman who appeared at the military camp that night, Qin Susu.

"What, your sword? Humph, bullying me is one thing, but trying to steal my sword? No way!"

Bai Lu: "Give it back to me!"

She hated Ling Qi even more.

This sword was the only keepsake her father left her.

"You say this is your sword, but do you have any proof?" Qin Susu clutched her chest in pain, feeling increasingly aggrieved, and began to sob.

"The name Ling Shuang is the proof!" Bai Lu has no mercy for women; Ling Shuang is her courtesy name.

After she finished speaking, she reached out to grab it, but she only managed to grab the scabbard.

Qin Susu gripped the sword hilt tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.

She absolutely refused to believe that the sword belonged to Bai Lu.

"So many of you are bullying me alone... Why... Why are you bullying me... The name 'Ling Shuang' is so conspicuous, it's not surprising you saw it..."

When Qiu Ling'er arrived, she happened to witness this sudden scene.

What... happened this time?

She squatted down and asked:

"Sister, why are you crying here? Could it be... you're hungry?"

Qin Susu's chest heaved with anger as she kept wiping away her tears.

She was hungry; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so easily bullied.

Qiu Ling'er thought for a moment and said, "Oh, I know. You must be crying because you can't get any food. I have some big steamed buns at home. You can have them."

"Uh..." The woman coughed twice, her mind filled with thoughts of steamed buns, and she swallowed hard, unable to resist the urge to do so.