From a nobleman to a bandit, it was a shame for Young Master Ding.
Young Master Ding held a big knife in his hand and said with a smile: "Fu Kanghong, it's your bad luck that I saw you today! Didn't you look down on me in the past? Today I will trample you under my feet and show you what a scumbag is!"
After saying that, he said to the gangster behind him: "See, there's a woman over there, whoever grabs her will own her!"
After hearing this, those people's originally tired faces suddenly showed joy.
Fu Qianghong saw that something was wrong, and quickly put Mu Zhiliu down beside him, and said sternly: "Brother Mu, stay here and don't move."
Young Master Ding also discovered Mu Zhiliu at this time and said sarcastically, "Oh, it turns out that Miss Fu San likes this kind of sickly person! I just don't know if this sickly person can do what a husband should do."
After saying this, a group of people behind him burst into laughter.
"If you can't do it, we'll do it for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, they rushed forward one by one.
These people are different from the previous Pushan bandits, they are all trained.
It would be fine if Fu Kanghong fought them alone, but with so many people surrounding him, he would be at a disadvantage if a real fight broke out.
She took the long whip in her hand and swung it at them.
The whip, like a snake, hit a bandit in the face, causing him to fall to the ground and scream in pain.
But several others attacked again.
Especially Young Master Ding, who was holding a big knife in his hand, dodged Fu Kanghong by spinning around.
Young Master Ding sneered, "It's not that easy to hide."
After saying that, he took out a knife from his waist and chopped at Fu Kanghong with both knives.
Fu Kanghong didn't bring any weapons, so he really couldn't escape at this moment.
Seeing that the blade was about to fall, Fu Kanghong closed his eyes.
However, after closing her eyes, the knife did not fall as she had imagined. Instead, the entire air became frozen.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw Mu Zhiliu rushing over at some point, holding Young Master Ding's wrists that were holding the knife with both hands.
"Ah~it hurts~it hurts~let me go!"
Not only was Master Ding unable to use his sword, his face turned ashen and he cried out in pain. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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