The thug leader rubbed his aching leg and immediately started to spit out foul language. Just as she was about to kick the door again, it suddenly opened. Her foot, which had been stretched out in the air, suddenly lost its balance and fell to the ground with a "thud", splitting it into two.

"It hurts so much! Why are you still standing there like a piece of wood? Come on, hurry up!"

The leader of the thugs angrily scolded the group of people standing outside the door.

"Your grandfather is here! Who the hell are you?"

A strong and powerful voice suddenly reached the ears of the thug leader.

"I'm Huang Feifeng, the gold medal fighter of Changlefang. Where did you come from, you old jerk?"

The Hua family was too stingy. They lit a broken red lantern at the door late at night. The moonlight was dim, and she could only vaguely see that there was a gray-haired but burly old man standing in front of her.

"Xiaotian, do you know them?"

Mulanjin turned her head and asked Yu Xiaotian who was hiding behind a big tree.

"Grandpa, they are bad people, close the door quickly!"

"Xiaotian, come back soon!"

When Yu Xiaotian stuck his head out from behind the tree to speak, Situ Ye quickly pulled him back in. It was obvious that these Changlefang thugs, armed with long knives, had bad intentions, and since his wife was away, going out now would only lead to his death.

"Guys, catch that handsome man behind the tree!"

Huang Feifeng, who was sitting on the ground and had not yet stood up, shouted at the people outside the door.

Following Huang Feifeng's order, the twenty strong women outside the door, armed with long swords, headed straight towards the big tree.

"If you want to arrest someone, arrest me, not my fourth brother!"

When the group of women approached the big tree, Situ Ye stepped forward and stood in front of Yu Xiaotian.

"Do you think I'm stupid? Hua Erfulang! Everyone knows that you're the famous ugly man in Huaqiao Village! Arrest you? Who would buy you?"

At this time, Huang Feifeng had already climbed up from the ground, staggered to Situ Ye, with a mocking look on his face.

Situ Ye, who inexplicably felt like he had received a 10,000-point critical hit: ...

Pushing away Situ Ye who was in the way, Han Yichen, who was sitting on the tree, saw that Huang Feifeng's claws were about to reach Yu Xiaotian. He plucked up a few leaves and was about to take action, but saw that Huang Feifeng's claws were directly pulled off by a thin vine.

"If you want to touch my Sun Xifu, have you asked me, your grandfather?"

Under the dim moonlight, the silver-haired Mulan Jin, dressed in Situ Ye's patched, old, dark-colored clothes, stood tall and imposing, his gaze fierce and commanding. He exuded the iron-blooded aura forged through years of battle. The thugs, armed with long swords, felt a strange sense of fear in their hearts, their legs and feet trembling under the intimidating gaze of his.