“There are many bandits, about three hundred or so. Each of them can take on ten. I have high hopes for them.” “They” refers to the thirty guards.
However, the guards' main task was to protect the people inside the carriage, so they were in a very passive position. The bandits were familiar with the terrain, and if they set a trap, it would be difficult for those people to escape, and they would likely be in grave danger.
However, none of this concerned them. Whether or not to help strangers was entirely up to them. At this time, it was freezing cold and snowing heavily, and they did not want to meddle in other people's business.
Xingxing also craned her neck to look in that direction. Although she couldn't see anything from inside the carriage—oh no, she could see—images suddenly appeared in her mind.
"Oh my, the people inside the carriage are Tie Qingfeng and Song Jiao." Xingxing was genuinely surprised. What a coincidence that they were here.
The scene depicted was extremely bloody. Thirty guards, exhausted by the cold weather and the large number of bandits, were all killed. Tie Qingfeng and Song Jiao, protected by maids and servants, fled, but fell off a cliff halfway down the cliff, their fate unknown.
Watching the little girl frown and pout, it was clear she didn't want anything to happen to those people, but she also seemed angry and didn't want to go to rescue them so soon.
Although Zhu Lin only glanced at Tie Qingfeng briefly, he had a good memory and had heard that he had some unpleasantness with Xingxing, so he naturally remembered it.
“If you don’t want them to die, we can save them,” Zhu Lin sighed, her voice gentle.
Xingxing didn't hesitate for long. Although Tie Qingfeng and Song Jiao were not likable, they hadn't done anything immoral. After all, they had known each other for a while and had some feelings for each other. How could she just stand by and watch them get into danger and die without helping them?
“We’re good people, and good people should save people,” Xingxing grumbled.
Several carriages stopped, and Dafu, Sanfu, and Sifu looked at their masters, waiting for their instructions.
Erfu and Sifu were inwardly agitated, wishing they could grab their knives and rush to help, but they held back. Their master hadn't given the order, and as disciples, they couldn't act recklessly.
“Oh, he’s someone I know. Let’s help him out then.” Zhu Xichen chuckled and glanced at Zhu Chumo beside him.
Zhu Chumo tucked his hands into his sleeves and returned a gentle smile, "Third Senior Brother, you can manage on your own, right? You won't need my help, will you?"
Hmph, trying to provoke him?
It's useless.
"Fourth Junior Brother, let's go together. More people means more strength, and we can resolve the trouble faster." Zhu Xichen curled his lips, his smile carrying a deeper meaning.
"Ugh, you're so long-winded, acting like a little girl. Fine, none of you need to move, just stay here. At times like this, we women are the ones who can handle things." Zhu Qingruo suddenly flew out of the carriage, dressed in white, like a snow fairy, and flew swiftly into the distance.
Zhu Changge gripped his sword, and with a whoosh, without saying a word, he vanished before everyone's eyes in a blur.
"Wow, Second Senior Sister and Little Senior Sister are so majestic! Women are indeed the most reliable." Xingxing's clear and crisp voice reached the ears of everyone present.
The senior brothers: "?" What's going on? This is really too much.
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