One of the men stroked his chin and leered at me, looking me up and down: "Your appearance is quite refined; you can fetch a good price!"
"What do you mean by this? Where is Young Master Ye Chen?" I suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Of course they sold you to us and then ran off with the money." At this moment, the man in brocade robes who had just given Young Master Ye Chen a silver leaf on the street stood in front of me with a smug grin, fanning himself with a folding fan as he pushed through the crowd.
They were in cahoots! Damn it! That kid tricked us!
I secretly took Wen Heng's broad, warm hand and instinctively shielded him behind me. Only then did I feel a moment of peace and begin to plan my escape. If things went wrong, I would seize the opportunity and run away with Wen Heng.
It's not that I'm afraid of these people. Although I've lost my magic power, I still have some basic self-defense and martial arts skills that are essential for a cultivator. If I were to deal with these fat, muscular men on a normal day, taking them down one by one would be a piece of cake.
But today was different. For some reason, I suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded, even more so than when I was starving. My limbs felt incredibly weak and powerless. It must be something wrong with the cornbread that Ye Chen gave me.
Blindly confronting this group head-on will likely not yield any benefits.
I smiled calmly and spread my hands: "If that's the case, where do you plan to sell me? I will do my best to cooperate and go with you."
They were surprised that I would cooperate so readily, but they smiled maliciously and said, "Of course we'll sell you to a place for men to have fun. Since you're cooperating so well, how about we brothers have some fun tonight?" After saying that, they reached out their groping hands to touch me.
"Go to hell!" I kicked the leader in the groin. He staggered back several steps, but was caught by the people next to him to avoid falling.
Taking this opportunity, I grabbed Wen Heng and ran outside.
A man's wailing came from behind.
Sadly, Wen Heng and I had barely run a few steps when we were forced back by another group of men at the corner of the exit.
Then, someone struck my calves hard from behind with a wooden stick, forcing me to kneel down. I felt a tingling, weak sensation throughout my body as I fell to the ground. The force of the blow also caused Wen Heng to stumble and fall to the ground. Everyone surrounded Wen Heng and me again.
The man in brocade closed his fan, clutching his genitals, and swayed as he walked up to me, squatted down, and used the fan handle to lift my chin, revealing a lewd, smirking smile: "Beauty! You have personality, I like it!"
"You're not allowed to bully Ahua!" At this moment, Wen Heng crawled in front of me and shielded me behind him, his face grim and his eyes fierce as he glared at the group of scoundrels.
The man in brocade robes gave a wink to the people around him, and one of the burly men came up and kicked Wen Heng hard. Wen Heng's body was kicked and he fell backward. My heart tightened, and I quickly crawled to Wen Heng's side and pulled him up so that his head did not hit the ground.
Seeing Wen Heng's disheveled appearance, I was a little annoyed: "You bunch of blind, motherless bastards, how dare you bully him!" I glared fiercely at these scumbags who were taking advantage of their master's power. Once my ability to cure all poisons is restored to normal, I will definitely make you pay.
"Oh ho, this little lady dares to provoke us! So what if we bully her?" As she spoke, she raised her leg to kick Wen Heng again, but at the critical moment, I grabbed it tightly in mid-air and intercepted it.
I used all my strength to block the force in my hand, and now my whole body is sore and weak that I'm starting to lose my ability to move. My knuckles are turning white as I'm gripping the man's leg, and my strength is gradually waning. The man, grinning menacingly, redirected his kick and landed heavily on my shoulder. I was kicked away as if I were about to collapse.
But Wen Heng suddenly stood up in the gap and charged forward like a bull with all its might, knocking the man flying two feet away.
With an angry voice, he shouted, "I told you not to bully Ahua!"
The man who had been knocked to the ground groaned as he got up, rubbing his backside, and shouted angrily, "You bunch of useless trash, are you blind? Give this kid a lesson!"
Hearing his words, my heart tightened. I tried to get up and continue fighting these bastards, but the world spun around me, and I saw stars, making it impossible for me to stand. Thank goodness for my spirit body made of medicinal herbs; if I were an ordinary person, I probably would have already fainted and collapsed to the ground.
My vision blurred and I couldn't see anything clearly. I could only pinpoint Wen Heng's location by his familiar breathing. I then stood in front of him, lowered my eyes, and said fiercely, "If you dare to harm a single hair on his head, I will make you cry and beg for mercy on your knees!"
"Then let's see if we dare!" Immediately afterwards, I was kicked away again, followed by a series of punches and kicks and Wen Heng's low groans.
I was kicked to the ground, falling flat on my face, my cheek hurting. Damn it, I've never felt so humiliated and bullied like this before. Hearing the sounds of punches and kicks being thrown at Wen Heng beside me, I became even more anxious and furious, wanting to fight and kill him.
She felt even more remorseful for falling into Ye Chen's trap today. If she hadn't been so greedy, she wouldn't be so helpless that she couldn't even stand up and could only watch these scumbags bully Wen Heng right under her nose.
Following the sound, I laboriously crawled through the chaos of punches and kicks, between the feet of these people. After groping around haphazardly, I finally found Wenheng's hand, who was huddled on the ground, clutching his head and motionless. I asked in a hoarse voice, "Zhou Lang? Zhou Lang? Are you alright?"
But at that moment, some blind bastard kicked me, sending me stumbling and falling onto Wen Heng. I let out a muffled groan of pain.
Upon hearing my voice, Wen Heng released his arms from his head. His pupils contracted slightly as he looked at me and quickly pulled me into his arms, protecting me tightly: "Ahua, don't be afraid, Zhou Lang will protect you."
"Take this girl away and use her to deliver the goods. Don't let her get bruised and battered, or you won't get a good price for her." With a command from the man in brocade, the group tried to pull Wen Heng and me apart, but Wen Heng held me tightly in his arms, refusing to let go no matter how they dragged me.
"You're asking for trouble, aren't you?!" These people had no patience to continue arguing with Wen Heng, and they immediately unleashed a barrage of punches, kicks, and blows on him. Wen Heng endured it all without uttering a sound, desperately protecting me, muttering, "Zhou Lang won't let anyone bully Ahua."
But I was terrified that these people would beat him to death. I tried desperately to push him away, but as always, I couldn't get away: "Zhou Lang, you are such an invincible fool! Let me go, or you will be beaten to death."
So what if I go with them? The poison in my body will be neutralized immediately. Once I'm fully recovered, even if they don't let me go, I won't let those bastards go.
But Wen Heng, that hothead, just held me tightly in his arms, protecting my head and refusing to let go. In my desperation, I could only curse the heavens inwardly: "Heavens, if you had eyes, shouldn't you send a chivalrous knight-errant to rescue the damsel in distress at this critical moment?"
I suspect my mouth is a blessed mouth, always bringing unexpected surprises.
Sure enough, a passerby appeared in this dilapidated and deserted alleyway at that moment...
"Get out of my way! You're blocking my path." The cold, emotionless voice of the man above me reached my ears.
The group that had been punching and kicking Wen Heng and me stopped beating us and all looked up in astonishment.
Overjoyed, I took the opportunity to whisper in Wen Heng's ear, "Zhou Lang, let go quickly, the bad guys have stopped bullying Ahua." Wen Heng then released his arms from me, but his brows furrowed as he stared at my chin, wanting to reach out and touch it but afraid of hurting me, his hand hovering in mid-air with a worried look: "Ahua, you're bleeding."
His anxious gaze reflected my face, and I realized that my chin, which I had just bumped, was scraped and bleeding. I casually wiped it away, not caring at all: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt. Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" He just kept shaking his head. Seeing that he seemed to be in good spirits, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Heng and I sat there, looking up at the passerby ahead. He was a tall, upright man with a bamboo hat that covered half of his face, revealing only a thin, bright red lip on his fair jaw. The young man in the blue robe, with his hands behind his back and backlit by the bright moon, looked just like a savior who could blind people with his brilliance.
The man in brocade robes at the head of the group was somewhat irritated by the strange man who suddenly appeared: "Who are you? If you know what's good for you, get lost."
The young master's lips parted slightly again, devoid of any emotion: "Get out of the way!"
The man in brocade robes seemed somewhat taken aback by the man's calm and composed demeanor before he twitched his lips and feigned composure for a moment: "Didn't you hear me tell you to get out of here?"
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