The robber kicked open the door of the inn and rushed in.
The guard on night watch immediately became alert and shouted, "There are robbers! Everyone, get up quickly!"
Everyone was immediately awakened, jumped up one by one, and rushed into battle with weapons in hand.
Although the bandits were fierce, the Xie family's men were no weaker opponents and had been trained before setting out. They were also escorted by a renowned escort agency in the capital, and for a while the battle was a close one.
The leading bandit was extremely ferocious, with a green cloth wrapped around his head. A piece of it fell down beside his right ear, covering half of his face. When he moved, the green cloth fluttered up, revealing a long and deep scar on his face.
Although the guys were brave, they were no match for the bandits in ferocity. In a blink of an eye, several of them were injured. The escorts were also few in number and were showing signs of defeat.
Xie Wanyun was originally watching the battle coldly. As long as her side was not defeated, there was no need for her to take action.
Seeing that things were not going well, he moved slightly and took action.
The long sword swept across, and blood splattered.
The two robbers covered their bleeding necks and fell down with fear in their eyes before they could figure out what was happening.
Her body was like a sharp blade, rushing into the enemy camp and invincible.
When Heifeng saw that this woman who suddenly appeared was so skilled in martial arts, he immediately called on all the thieves to concentrate on dealing with her.
Xie Wanyun remained calm and responded to the challenge calmly.
However, the large number of bandits, who were not afraid of death, was a real headache.
Suddenly, the bandit leader Heifeng shouted, "Put down your knife now! Otherwise, I'll burn all your stuff and you won't be able to get anything!"
Xie Wanyun was stunned.
Looking back into the courtyard, the robbers had already pulled the loaded wagons together and were about to throw torches at them.
"Wait!" Xie Wanyun pushed the bandits aside with a few swipes and shouted, "You're only here for money. If you burn all this stuff, wouldn't your entire trip be in vain?"
Heifeng laughed wildly. "You're not a fool, woman. Put down your knife and let us take the things away. Otherwise, none of you will get out alive. I'll burn this inn to the ground."
Xie Wanyun was startled, her mind frantically searching for a solution. Many of her men were already injured, and while she might not be defeated, stopping so many robbers and arson at once was practically impossible.
Dong Cheng looked at her, waiting for her decision. They were escorts, and their actions had to follow the orders of the cargo owner.
At this critical moment, the sound of horse hooves echoed through the snow. In the darkness, several riders galloped towards them, their torches ablaze. Each rider was fully armed and looked incredibly heroic.
Faced with this sudden situation, both sides stopped fighting at the same time.
The knights had already rushed into the small courtyard and immediately dispersed, protecting the leading young man in the middle.
The young man was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slender figure, black hair, and red lips. His face was as cold and picturesque as a painting, his features exquisite. In the light of the snow reflected by the torch, his face was as smooth as jade, as soft as water, and even whiter than snow.
Yet, she was dressed in a white robe and silver boots. Her beautiful, sparkling eyes, tinged with coldness, swept over the bandits.
This young man seemed to have a kind of magic that made everyone who looked into his eyes either be deeply attracted by his gaze or lower their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.
Heifeng belongs to the former.
I wondered where this boy came from. Could he be a fairy from heaven? How could he be so handsome?
However, before he could think clearly, the handsome young man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stabbed him in the head with the long sword in his hand.
Heifeng was startled and rolled away. Xie Wanyun immediately seized this fleeting opportunity and rushed forward to cut it with his sword.
Heifeng was indeed extremely brave and agile. He dodged by turning his head. The green cloth wrapped on his head was cut off by the long sword in Xie Wanyun's hand, revealing a big, bald head covered with scars.
The young man suddenly pulled the reins of his horse, frowned, and looked disgusted.
He opened his thin lips slightly and uttered two words.
“It’s so ugly.”
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The thieves looked at each other, all thinking they had misheard. They were in the middle of a fight, so why were they arguing about beauty and ugliness? Were the ugly ones unworthy of fighting?
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