However, the robbers were numerous and their weapons were better than theirs. Mou Xuan and Shen Yao gradually fell into trouble. Several small wounds began to appear on their bodies, and blood slowly soaked their clothes.

Mou Xuan felt a lot of pressure. Looking at the bandits around him who were glaring at him like hungry wolves, he felt as if fate was forcing them into a desperate situation. Feelings of anxiety and tension began to spread in his heart.

His brows were furrowed, and every time he swung his fist, there was a determination, as if he wanted to pour out all the pressure.

During the battle, in order to protect Chen Yao, Mou Xuan had to make physical contact with her more frequently, grabbing her waist when dodging attacks, or standing in front of her to block flying weapons.

Chen Yao's cheeks felt slightly hot, her breathing became rapid, and her heart was beating like a deer.

Mou Xuan also felt a little unnatural, but the situation was urgent and he didn't have time to think too much.

In the tense atmosphere, a subtle sense of ambiguity quietly grew between the two.

Just when the two men were beginning to feel overwhelmed, suddenly another group of bandits attacked from behind.

They were more numerous and better equipped, and they surrounded Mou Xuan and Shen Yao, making it impossible for them to escape.

This group of bandits came like a tide and completely surrounded them, and the situation instantly became more critical.

Mou Xuan and Shen Yao were caught in the middle, attacked from both sides, like a turtle in a jar, unable to escape.

They stood back to back, looking around vigilantly, with a feeling of despair rising in their hearts.

Sweat wet Mou Xuan's hair, and he could feel Chen Yao's tense body and rapid breathing.

The air seemed to freeze; the shouting and sounds of fighting around them seemed to have disappeared, leaving only their heavy breathing.

Both of them realized that they were in real trouble this time.

Mou Xuan and Shen Yao looked at each other.