The sunlight drew a circle of golden yellow around the woman's body.
Xianjin once thought that his eyes were blurry due to old age, so he half-knelt on the ground and rubbed his eyes hard.
That's right.
The woman was indeed outlined by a circle of golden light.
The woman lowered her eyes coldly to glance at the dung beetle squatting on the ground, and raised her delicate jaw. The two dark brown tall horses beside her neighed and raised their heads to jump up. They stepped on the sand and stones and arrived at Xianjin's side in just two or three moments. One of them, with a beard, bent down and said with an indistinguishable accent, "Excuse me!"
The three words hit the ground, and Xianjin's two arms were picked up by someone. His old eyes were blurry and the world was spinning.
A dung beetle flew into the air and was carried by a tall and powerful horse to an open space far away from the swords and sabers.
The dung beetle suddenly woke up and shouted, "Mule cart! There are three girls in the mule cart!"
The bearded man waved his hands to show that he understood. He opened the mule cart and saw three women inside. But one of them couldn't be called a girl, right...?
The bearded man settled the mule cart, turned around and joined the battle.
It wasn't a fight, exactly.
It was a massacre.
One-sided massacre.
The four people from the other side dispersed the remaining seven or eight bald men.
After they dispersed, they started a hunt!
The man on the horse acted in a very methodical and ruthless manner. He raised his sword and slashed it down, aiming at the throat, killing almost all of them with one blow. The cold flash of the sword would result in a spurt of blood and a life that should have met the King of Hell long ago. The horse's hooves trampled back and forth on the open ground, focusing on finding the remaining survivors to finish off.
A piece of powder blue silk was crawling on the ground, hidden in the blood and horse hooves, trembling.
The horse's hoof is about to step on him!
Xianjin gritted his teeth, took a few quick steps and rushed over, pushing Chen Fu away, but he bumped into the hand of the little bald man who was standing beside Chen Fu and had a bloody face but was still breathing.
The little bald man was half paralyzed on the ground, dying. As if by reflex, he raised the knife in his hand and chopped at Xianjin.
A white light flashed in Xianjin's mind. Without time to think, he pulled out a dagger from the corpse next to him with his backhand, relying on his instinct for survival. With his eyes wide open, he thrust it fiercely into the left chest of the little bald man!
“Bang!”
The sound of the bald boy's machete hitting the ground.
The warm blood sprayed all over Xianjin's face!
Xianjin licked the blood from his lips subconsciously.
Fishy smell.
It also has temperature.
Chen Fu got up in a panic, limped and pulled Xianjin up, trembling all over and hiding Xianjin behind him, his voice as hoarse as a broken gong and sieve, "Don't... don't look... close... close your eyes..."
Xianjin was as dumb as a piece of wood.
She...she just stabbed...someone...
Stabbed someone to death...
Xianjin swallowed hard and looked down at his hands, which were covered in blood, with blood flowing down along the lifeline of his palms.
Chen Fu was so anxious that he almost cried, "Don't look! It's dirty! Jin Jie'er!"
Xianjin's head was buzzing, as if there was a hood covering his head, ears and mouth tightly, leaving only his bloodshot eyes. Chen Fu's voice was dense, like a worm crawling on the edge of his ear hole, and it could never crawl into the isolation barrier.
"here you go."
In an instant, it was as if the Buddha's voice filled my ears, the chaos faded away, and everything in the world became clear.
Xianjin raised his head with difficulty.
The woman dismounted, folded her arms across her chest, and stood in front of her with her head held high.
"Well done," the woman repeated, her tone brief and sharp, "The human heart is in the left side of the chest. Rather than stabbing it a dozen or twenty times randomly, it's better to pierce the heart with one knife. It's clean and convenient."
He took the knife in his backhand and gestured to Xianjin, "You can also cut the throat, but you have to control the strength. If the strength is too shallow, the scalp will be attached to the neck, and the head will be dragged in the mud for a long time; if the strength is too strong, the head will fly out, like a cuju ball going straight to the net, which is not a good look."
Xianjin's eyes were sore: Sister, can you let me take it easy and quietly? I'll have one-on-one teaching on murder later, okay?
When the woman came closer, Xianjin could see her appearance clearly - very noble, yes, noble.
She has a full forehead, a square chin, and a slightly wheat-colored skin that makes her look energetic. Her eyes are slightly upturned, big and long, her nose is straight, her jaw is small and round, and her slightly angular cheeks add to her aura, making her look five meters taller.
She should be between 25 and 35 years old. Please forgive me for giving such a vague range - it is true because judging from her skin, the woman has no wrinkles at all, but the determination and indifference in her eyes are definitely not something a girl in her early twenties can have.
"I guess this is your first time killing someone, so you have a pretty good technique." Seeing Xianjin's pale face and cold sweat on his forehead, the woman smiled and said, "It doesn't count as murder. The monk had his neck cut, so he will die eventually. It doesn't count as death at your hands."
Xianjin opened his mouth but didn't say a word. The extreme fear and discomfort in his heart due to killing and seeing blood inexplicably dissipated.
The woman glanced around and the two bearded men beside her turned around to clean up the battlefield.
Great military achievements.
The thirteen monks and bandits all went to hell.
Zhou Ergou was slashed once on the waist and once on the leg; the eldest son of the Zheng family had his right arm chopped to the bone. The second son of the Zheng family was the smallest and was the last one to come, so he did not bleed; Lu Badan bleed and had a long scar on his face. His face was covered in blood and looked very creepy.
Li Sanshun was not stabbed, but he stumbled a few times when he jumped off the mule cart. Without even bothering to look at his swollen head, he turned around and hugged Liangdao Liuzhangxuan in his arms.
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