Chu Zhe knew that his skills had deteriorated. There was nothing he could do about it; he hadn't fought in a long time since arriving in ancient times, so it was inevitable that he had become rusty.
He understood that Luo Xi was doing it all for his own good, but carrying fifty pounds of weight for two hours was going to be a real challenge.
Even though he's a speed-based ability user, he's still human, not a robot; he gets tired.
"Could you make it less?" he asked, trying to negotiate.
“Sure!” Luo Xi seemed very agreeable: “If you don’t want to run, that’s fine. You can start sparring with Jiu Xian tomorrow. He just happens to need a sparring partner.”
When will he be Jiu Xian's sparring partner?
Chu Zhe's brow twitched a few times: "I'd rather go for a run."
"Mr. Chu, do you know who attacked you?" After they finished speaking, Yue Zhengfeiyuan stepped forward and asked.
Chu Zhe glanced at the group of men in black lying on the ground and said, "Our old friend, Prime Minister Xiao He."
It really was him!
The group exchanged glances.
"It seems he already knows that you have refined salt and iron, sir." Le Zhengfeiyuan said with some worry, "These people failed this time, and I'm afraid Xiao He will not let it go. You will have to be more careful when you go out in the future."
He thought for a moment and suggested, "How about I send a team over to protect you?"
"No need," Chu Zhe refused without even thinking. "I can handle it by myself."
He didn't really take some assassins seriously. He just treated it as practice to prevent his skills from getting worse and worse and being disliked by others.
Chu Zhe secretly glanced at Luo Xi.
Luo Xi understood what he meant, but pretended not to see it.
"It seems Xiao He is really too idle. Even if we don't provoke him, he won't stop," Luo Xi said, stroking his chin.
Didn't you provoke them?
Si Jia, recalling Xiao Yu's gruesome death and his help in escaping the capital, smiled gently: "So, what do you mean, Chief?"
“Let’s talk in the study.” Luo Xi led the group back. They discussed things until dawn before leaving, but instead of resting, they became busy.
As for what they're busy with, only they know.
On this day, on the border of Nanyue, the soldiers of Tianqi who were besieging the area seized another caravan's goods and celebrated with great fanfare.
"This life is damn comfortable. We're soldiers of the imperial court, but we're also bandits. Who's as comfortable as us?" A young general, who looked like a junior officer, picked up a piece of fine silk and stroked it over and over.
“Look at this fabric. I would never have bought it before. Now, my wife and I can hardly afford to wear it all.”
"That's right. My mother sent a message a few days ago saying she wanted to have a few thinner skirts made. I didn't expect to have them today. This is great, we even saved money." The lieutenant picked and chose four or five that he liked.
After they had chosen, the soldiers below took them and distributed them.
This immediately drew another round of praise and thanks from them for Xiao He.
"The Left Prime Minister is too kind. He actually agreed to let us share such a good thing. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be willing to part with it."
"You don't understand. Who is the Left Prime Minister? Do you think he's like us? He wouldn't even look at something like this."
"That's right, that's right. It's fine if he doesn't like it. I don't mind, haha..."
They chatted happily as they picked through the piles of fabric, each one immersed in joy.
Not far from them, the merchant's eyes were red, but he didn't dare to make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as the goods he had brought with half a lifetime's savings were stolen by these robbers who weren't actually robbers.
"Boss, why don't we fight them? We transported this all the way here, how can we just let these people get it so easily?" One of the shop assistants had a raging fire in his eyes, wishing he could rush over and snatch the goods back.
The merchant grabbed his assistant and shook his head in anguish: "Forget it, we can earn more goods if we lose them, but we can't lose our lives too."
"But..." The shopkeeper was still unwilling, but he only said two words, and perhaps because his voice was too loud, the young man who had already picked out his items suddenly turned around.
"What, you're not convinced, huh?" He walked towards them step by step.
The merchant owner turned pale with fright and quickly hid the shop assistant behind his back, saying, "No, no, sir, please take whatever you like."
But the young general was not satisfied: "You..."
He pointed to the shop assistant behind the merchant: "Kneel down and kowtow three times, then loudly say: 'Grandpa, this is silk that your grandson is offering to you.'"
"Leave if you satisfy me, otherwise..." The young general drew his sword from his waist, raised his chin, and looked at the waiter, his meaning clear.
The young man was full of vigor and could not bear such an insult. He retorted, "You're dreaming! I'd rather die than kowtow to petty thieves like you."
"You little brat, then this general will grant your wish." The young general laughed in anger, raised his sword high, and slashed at the waiter.
"No—" The merchant owner was terrified, but he was powerless to do anything and could only watch in despair as the knife got closer and closer to his assistant.
Suddenly, a sword flew swiftly from the horizon, deflecting the general's blade with a sharp clang. Before the merchant could react, a woman in a red battle robe floated down like a goddess, took the sword, and swiftly slashed the general's neck.
"You—" The general's eyes widened, and he raised his hand, pointing incredulously at the woman who had suddenly appeared in front of him.
He uttered only one word before collapsing to the ground, dead beyond any doubt.
The merchant's fear turned into joy: "Thank you, heroine! Thank you, heroine!"
Loxi ignored him, only staring coldly at the other Apocalypse soldiers who hadn't yet reacted, and said, "Step back, don't get in the way."
"Yes! Yes!" The merchant wasn't angry. He quickly pulled his dumbfounded assistant and led the others a little further away: "Be careful, heroine, there are many of them."
Are there many people?
Luo Xi's lips curled into a smile. He raised the broadsword in his hand and shouted a single word: "Kill—"
"Yes!" A deafening voice came from the other side of the mountain. Before the voice had even finished, the sound of horses' hooves and running footsteps came one after another, and soon a large group of people appeared in front of them.
Before the Apocalypse soldiers could react, cold, sharp spears were thrust into their bodies. Of course, some reacted quickly enough to raise their weapons to block, but...
The weapon in his hand had somehow turned to dust and broke in two in an instant, but the enemy's spear still pierced his body.
How is that possible?
These were the man's last thoughts before he died.
But he never had the chance to prove it, nor did his accomplices, because they, like him, all fell after just one round trip.
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