They exchanged a glance, wondering where this incongruous bandit had come from.
"Kid, I'm warning you, don't meddle in other people's business!"
The injured middle-aged man's eyes lit up when he saw this.
"Ahem... Young brother, these people are no good. If you help me kill them, I will reward you handsomely. As long as you are willing to do it, I am willing to give you this fine steed as a token of my gratitude. If you have any other needs, we can discuss them."
However, he still had the strength to speak.
Mo Lan glanced at him, a wicked smile playing on her lips, tinged with a hint of mockery.
"The horse is indeed a fine horse, but if you all die, I can have your underwear if I so choose, including this horse and your knife."
Middle-aged man: "..."
He was speechless!
"Hmph, you effeminate little brat, aren't you afraid of biting your tongue in the wind?"
Before the middle-aged man could say anything, the man in black standing to the side couldn't hold back any longer. They had finally managed to complete the mission, how could they let it all fall apart?
"You talk too much nonsense~"
Mo Lan gazed at the remaining three men in black, her fingertips gently stroking the small crossbow on her arm.
As she curled her lips into a smile, her fingers twitched slightly.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
With a series of muffled groans, the three men fell backward to the ground without any warning. They never dreamed that Mo Lan would attack without even giving a heads-up!
"You...you..."
One of the men in black, his face contorted with resentment, was spitting out blood and pointing at Mo Lan in a trembling voice.
"Heh~, you dare to criticize me in your heart? Die~"
Seeing through the man in black's thoughts, Mo Lan chuckled and slowly took a few steps closer.
"I am a bandit myself. Have you ever seen a bandit who notifies the other party before robbing them?"
She dislikes sweating and avoids physical activity if possible, as being covered in sticky sweat makes her irritable.
"Cough cough... Thank you so much, young man, for saving my life!"
The middle-aged man was shocked by Mo Lan's methods, especially the dark thing on her wrist. He never expected that such a small thing could have such great destructive power.
"You're welcome. I wasn't planning on saving you."
Mo Lan glanced at him, spoke softly, and a slight smile played on her lips hidden beneath her mask.
She just didn't want this person, who seemed to be an official, to die on Qinglong Village's territory.
Middle-aged man: "..."
Mo Lan blinked at the stunned middle-aged man, "Uncle, seeing how pitifully you've been hacked, I can spare your life!"
"Thank you so much!"
The middle-aged man pressed his lower back with one hand and hesitated on the ground for a long time before finally managing to sit up.
Seeing his hand, which was pressed against his waist and abdomen, stained red, Mo Lan frowned almost imperceptibly!
The wound is not shallow; if it is not treated in time, it can easily lead to death from shock due to excessive blood loss!
The medical skills of this era are not bad, but they are too slow to take effect!
The middle-aged man searched his body for a long time but couldn't find anything useful.
On the contrary, as he moved around, blood kept seeping out.
Seeing his face turn pale instantly, Mo Lan shook her head. He's asking for trouble!
"If you keep moving around, you'll soon be meeting the King of Hell."
The middle-aged man paused, looking embarrassed.
"I'm sorry to have made such a fool of myself, young man..."
Mo Lan looked at him speechlessly, turned and left. A moment later, she returned with a handful of herbs and threw them at him.
"Chew it up and apply it to the wound to stop the bleeding!"
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