Thinking that the girl might be unlucky and might fall and scrape her skin, he simply nodded slightly to her.
After a while, Rong Jiaojiao went to look at the girl again. The girl found her cute and teased her by talking to her.
Rong Jiaojiao loved hearing others praise her, and she chatted with the girl with a smile on her face.
Qing Xuanzi then realized that the young girl had gone to the military base in Bing City to visit her boyfriend, and he couldn't help but feel closer to her.
However, as time went on, the girl's appearance changed more and more, and Qing Xuanzi's brows furrowed more and more tightly.
This girl's injury was not a minor one; it could lead to more serious danger.
The girl noticed that Qing Xuanzi was looking at her strangely, and lowered her head uneasyly, whispering, "Uncle, is there something wrong with me?"
Qing Xuanzi didn't know if the girl believed in metaphysics, but he still took out a talisman and handed it to her, saying, "My precious disciple is close to you, so I'm giving this to you!"
The girl saw that it was a yellow piece of paper folded into a triangle, and curiously took it, asking, "What is this?"
Qing Xuanzi smiled and said, "This is a peace charm I obtained; I'll give it to you!"
The girl didn't believe in these things, but she felt that Qing Xuanzi meant well, and she was too embarrassed to throw it away in front of him, so she smiled and thanked him before putting it in her pocket: "Thank you, Uncle, I'll take it."
Time flies, the train has been traveling for several hours, and it is getting dark.
Inside the train carriage, the air was stuffy and sweltering, and the dim yellow lights flickered, reflecting the tired faces of the passengers.
Qing Xuanzi sat in his seat, with Rong Jiaojiao in his arms leaning sleepily against his shoulder, her eyes slightly closed.
He gently patted her back and hummed a lullaby softly to help her drift off to sleep more quickly.
At the other end of the carriage, the quiet atmosphere was broken by a series of hurried footsteps.
Qing Xuanzi frowned slightly, his gaze instantly sharpening as if a keen cheetah had sensed potential danger.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the entrance to the carriage.
A man wearing a Zhongshan suit, glasses, and carrying a leather bag hurriedly walked from the aisle in front of them into their carriage.
His face showed a hint of urgency and panic, and his eyes revealed a fierce glint.
Two young men dressed in ordinary clothes followed closely behind him. They walked casually, but their eyes were fixed on the man in front of them.
Qing Xuanzi's heart tightened; he knew that the man in front of him must be a dangerous person.
He instinctively hugged Rong Jiaojiao even tighter.
Rong Jiaojiao felt a little uncomfortable from being squeezed so tightly. She slightly opened her eyes, looked at Qing Xuanzi with a hint of confusion in her eyes, and called out, "Master?"
Qing Xuanzi gently shook his head and said, "It's alright, you can continue sleeping."
Just then, the man walking in front suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the direction of the carriage behind him, his face showing a fierce expression.
He glanced around, seemingly looking for a chance to escape.
Qing Xuanzi's heart sank. This man had nowhere to escape and might do something crazy.
Sure enough, the man suddenly lunged towards where Qing Xuanzi and the others were, preparing to climb out of the window.
However, the people behind him had already caught up, and seeing that there was no time to escape, the man grabbed the nearest passenger and pulled him in front of him.
Qing Xuanzi's heart sank. He saw that the passenger being grabbed by the man was the girl who had been talking to Rong Jiaojiao.
"Let her go!" a tall young man who had caught up shouted, his voice carrying an undeniable air of authority.
The man sneered, pressing the dagger tightly against the girl's neck, and shouted, "Don't come any closer, or I'll kill her!"
The atmosphere inside the carriage instantly became tense. Passengers screamed in terror, some frantically searching for hiding places, while others sat blankly in their seats, at a loss.
In the distance, some people were craning their necks to watch the spectacle.
Qing Xuanzi held Rong Jiaojiao tightly, his body leaning slightly forward, ready to protect her at any moment.
At this moment, several people dressed in ordinary clothes rushed out from the connecting area of the rear carriages, but their demeanor was similar to that of the two men who had chased the man in the Zhongshan suit earlier.
"Don't move, or I'll shoot!" a young man shouted, holding a gun and pointing it at the man in the Zhongshan suit.
The man said fiercely, "Don't force me, or I'll kill her!"
The girl was shocked and frightened, her face pale, looking helplessly at the young man with the gun.
The atmosphere inside the carriage became even more tense, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the next development.
Qing Xuanzi understood which side was on the side of justice. Just as the atmosphere became tense, Qing Xuanzi's divine sense transformed into a sharp blade and silently sliced off the man's hand.
Before the man could even feel the pain, he saw a hand holding a dagger fall to the ground, dripping with blood.
Blood gushed from his right wrist, staining the girl's clothes crimson.
The warm blood terrified the girl so much that she almost fainted. If the man hadn't been holding her neck tightly, she would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
A few seconds later, the man felt the pain and let out a shrill scream that echoed through the carriage, piercing and terrifying.
He roared in terror, "Who is it?"
The passengers in the carriage were also terrified by this sudden scene, their faces turning ashen. Screams and cries rose and fell, and the atmosphere in the carriage instantly descended into extreme panic.
The elderly woman who had just sat next to the girl was so frightened that she clung tightly to the train wall, trembling like a leaf.
The moment Qing Xuanzi severed the man's hand, he quickly withdrew his divine sense. His body didn't move at all, as if he hadn't made any move.
Rong Jiaojiao was awakened by this series of sounds and saw a scene full of blood.
The fierce-looking man had blood streaming from one hand and tightly gripped the neck of the woman who liked him with the other.
Rong Jiaojiao was terrified, but she still managed to curse, "Bad person."
The man heard him but didn't turn around. He shouted, "Go open the car door, or I'll snap his neck right now."
The young man saw that the girl seemed to be struggling to breathe, but he dared not make any rash moves.
The man clearly knew martial arts; he could easily snap the girl's neck with just a little force.
Qing Xuanzi sighed inwardly: "Looks like I'll have to step in again!"
In terms of duration, less than a minute has actually passed since the man's hand was severed.
The man's head began to spin. He thought he was definitely not going to survive, so he might as well take the girl down with him.
Qing Xuanzi unleashed a divine power attack into the man's mind.
At the same time, a child's fist-sized blue pebble slammed into the man's temple, accompanied by a childish cry: "Bad guy, let go of my sister!"
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