"If they are unfriendly, just beat them up." Gu Qingxi replied.
"But, look at these guys, they are big and strong, and they seem to be very strong. I am afraid I can't beat them up, because I can't use my spiritual power, and I become a mortal again." Murong Yi stared at the group of people in front of him, and after carefully observing their body shapes, he came to a frustrated conclusion.
Feng Xiatian and Lekong also turned to look at the group of people.
This group of people are indeed tall and strong, and they are all over 1.8 meters tall, with naked upper bodies and leather skirts on their lower bodies. They have tight muscles and eight-pack abs. They are handsome, but aggressive. The weapons in their hands are huge iron bars, hammers, iron axes, etc.
And these people are not ordinary people at first glance, they are all cultivated.
This group of people walked with slender and powerful thighs and quickly approached Gu Qingxi and the others.
Murong Yi raised her eyebrows and said, "I have to say, they have really good figures. The problem is that they are dressed like this. Are they going to use the beauty trap on us?"
Feng Xiatian's mouth twitched: "I don't think your joke is funny at all." Do
these people need to use the beauty trap?
I'm afraid they can be beaten flat with a stick, right?
Le Kong was silent for a while and said, "Do I need to perform a ritual for myself in advance? I think their eyes are so fierce, and I think we may be in danger."
A group of murderous people rushed over here quickly. Of course, they were not going to use the beauty trap on them, nor were they going to invite them to dinner. Do you even need to ask what they were going to do to them?
Gu Qingxi finally spoke: "You, have all lost your cultivation?"
Hearing Gu Qingxi's words, the three of them were stunned at first, and then their eyes widened.
What does Qingxi mean by this?
"Could it be that you, you haven't lost your cultivation?" Murong Yi asked in astonishment.
"Yes, I thought you didn't either." Gu Qingxi answered a little confused.
"Qingxi, you must remember that I belong to you now. You must take good care of me and protect me." Feng Xiatian looked at Gu Qingxi with sparkling eyes and said "affectionately".
"Qingxi, I am a weak little monk now and need your protection." Lekong also said seriously.
Murong Yi was very straightforward and said in a deep tone: "Qingxi, please save my life."
While speaking, the group of strong and handsome men had rushed to Gu Qingxi and the others.
The handsome man in the lead raised the iron rod in his hand, pointed it at Gu Qingxi, and shouted coldly: "Outsiders, hand over your weapons, then kneel on the ground and surrender."
The two men behind him also took out ropes, obviously preparing to tie up Gu Qingxi and the others with ropes.
Feng Xiatian complained in a low voice: "Shouldn't we surrender?"
Lekong said: "They seem to have little education? Oh, no, are there any books for them to read?"
Murong Yi was speechless: "Isn't your focus wrong?" People are asking us to kneel down and tie us up, and you are still discussing whether they have read a lot or not, and whether they have culture.
Gu Qingxi slowly put Murong Yi down from her shoulders. Then
Gu Qingxi calmly said to the leading man: "We didn't mean to break in here, and we don't have any bad intentions. If we knew how to leave, we would leave immediately. I don't want to hurt you."
Hearing Gu Qingxi's words, the group of men were stunned at first, and then couldn't help laughing out loud. Some people laughed so exaggeratedly that they leaned forward and backward, and even laughed to tears.
"Hurt us? With you?"
"Hahaha, with your little arms and legs? What can you do to hurt us?"
"Little girl, are you kidding?"
A group of men laughed and mocked.
After laughing, they looked at Gu Qingxi and Murong Yi and said, "You two actually came at the right time. The Saint is in need of maids, so you can just serve her. Washing clothes and sweeping the floor is fine." "
The two men will go to farm. The Saint and the High Priest both like the food called millet. With them, we don't have to farm under the sun."
The men had already arranged where Gu Qingxi and the others were going.
"They want us to do hard labor." Murong Yi turned to look at Gu Qingxi, with a somewhat aggrieved tone, "My master couldn't bear to let me do these things."
"And it's free hard labor." Feng Xiatian said resentfully. Farming? The problem is that they have to farm under the sun? When has he ever done such a thing?
Liaokong whispered: "All beings are equal in front of the Buddha. How can they think of enslaving us? This is too sinful. Qingxi, you need to use your sword to cleanse their sins and sublimate their souls."
Murong Yi thought: "Is this the difference between a high monk and these ordinary people? It's so refreshing to instigate Qingxi to beat people."
Feng Xiatian said angrily: "Beat them, Qingxi, don't talk nonsense with them! Beat them until they tell us how to leave."
Murong Yi glanced at Feng Xiatian and thought: "If you hadn't hidden behind Gu Qingxi and shouted these words, I would think it was quite impressive."
Gu Qingxi didn't say any more nonsense. She saw that this group of people didn't think about getting along with them in a friendly manner, let alone letting them leave, but treated them as coolies sent to their doorstep.
Gu Qingxi drew her sword and walked forward with a calm face.
Murong Yi, Feng Xiatian, and Liaokong hid behind Gu Qingxi.
The group of men were extremely surprised to see Gu Qingxi actually draw her sword, and then they started to laugh.
And then...
then they flew.
Gu Qingxi's sword was extremely powerful.
The group of men screamed and flew out, and finally fell heavily to the ground.
A group of handsome men fell to the ground, spitting blood, which was nothing.
The problem was that they were naked on the upper body and only wore leather skirts on the lower body. When they flew out and hit the ground, they could not control the landing posture.
Therefore, when the leather skirts fluttered, some people exposed some snow-white buttocks.
This made Yafeng very angry!
How can this be done!
"You can't look, master, you can't look at these dirty things!" Yafeng floated up directly, stood in front of Gu Qingxi, blocking her sight.
Gu Qingxi: "..." To be honest, she didn't want to watch it, but it was not something she could control.
Fortunately, the men quickly adjusted their positions and pulled down their leather skirts to cover their exposed buttocks.
The leading man was the most seriously injured. He spat out blood and looked at Gu Qingxi in disbelief: "You, you didn't lose your cultivation! How is this possible?"
After saying that, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Everything is possible. Tell us how to leave here quickly." Gu Qingxi said coldly.
"Impossible! We would rather die than live in disgrace. We will never surrender." The leading man gritted his teeth and said.
After saying that, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Gu Qingxi: "..." Does this guy have a serious illness? Does he think he is acting? Did he read some strange script and put himself in it? Is the sense of substitution so strong?
"Then I will kill you first, and then kill your Saint. Before killing the Saint, I will make her wash clothes for me, sweep the floor, and farm!" Gu Qingxi sneered and said this.
She wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine!
"You are such a vicious woman! You actually want our Saint to wash clothes and sweep the floor, and you actually want to torture her with these means!" The leading man said in shock.
Gu Qingxi was sure at this moment that this group of people was seriously ill!
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