"What a tender broodling! I never thought I'd be so lucky!"

He then reached out to tear off the little girl's clothes.

The woman on the ground raised her head, crawled over, and grabbed the refugee's foot.

"You beast! Let her go!"

The refugee kicked the woman away, and with a "rip," the little girl's coat was instantly torn open.

The sound of an arrow slicing through the air rang out.

An arrow trembled as it pierced the throat of a refugee.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself."

Lin Yinan put away the arrows and spoke casually to Yun Mo, without a trace of apology in his tone.

Yun Mo couldn't help but smile. "No need to apologize. It's just that your arrow was faster than mine. I had a grudge against her father, but not against her."

Lin Yinan withdrew his gaze, drew his bow and arrow, and shot an arrow into the forehead of a refugee dragging a child.

She curled her lips into a smile and looked at him defiantly.

Yun Mo could only give her a thumbs up, "Miss Lin, your archery skills are excellent. I am ashamed to admit that I am not as good as you."

With two people killed in quick succession, the refugees panicked instantly. Forget about looting, they picked up the bundles on the ground and ran towards the mountains.

In no time at all, the refugees had all left.

Huang Guichang walked toward where Lin Yinan and the others were hiding, sword in hand.

He had clearly seen that the arrow that saved his second daughter was shot from this direction.

He raised his hand in a salute from a distance of several dozen feet.

"I am very grateful to my benefactor for saving me just now."

Yun Mo and Yun Qi emerged from the shadows. By the light of the fire, Huang Guichang recognized their faces and was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly.

"It's you!"