Chapter 13: Wolf Pack Destroyed
Under the silvery moonlight, a young man's clothes fluttered and his sword rose up.
As a descendant of a military family, Wan Xingmo was raised carefully by his grandfather since childhood.
Not only is he gifted and extremely intelligent, but his attainments in martial arts are even better than his father Wan Jinshu, a general who guards the country.
At this critical moment of life and death, only he can stand up.
If we pin our hopes on the second and third wives born to our step-grandmother, we might as well give up resistance altogether.
More than a dozen officers and soldiers had already fled without a trace. In their eyes, these exiles were probably just corpses at this point.
Wan Xingmo was surrounded by wolves at this time. The young man raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful sneer. His body was like a phantom, and his sword swung out like a gust of wind.
Then he knelt on his knees and leaned back, and the flying wolf rushed past his head.
The long sword in Wan Xingmo's hand was like lightning, accurately cutting open the wolf's belly.
Blood splattered everywhere, staining his face red, but he remained calm.
Since he was fourteen years old, he has fought side by side with his father and grandfather, risking his life for the Great Qi, and has become accustomed to such bloody scenes.
Three generations of the Wan family were loyal and had made great military achievements for the Great Qi. Even Wan Xingmo himself could not count how many enemies they had killed.
However, they were framed by villains and ended up with such a tragic end.
At this moment, the anger, unwillingness and humiliation in Wan Xingmo's heart erupted like a volcano.
He was covered in blood, like a Shura who had rushed out from the underworld, his eyes were bloodshot, and the sword in his hand seemed to have become one with him, becoming an inseparable part of his body.
Under his sword, a wolf would fall within five steps, and blood would flow like a river within ten steps, as if it had merged into a scarlet ocean.
The wolves began to retreat timidly. They wanted to bypass this Shura and chase the group of people who looked easy to bully, but Wan Xingmo was like a mountain, blocking the wolves here.
Every time the sword was raised and fell, a trickle of blood would appear.
The last wolf king was frightened by Wan Xingmo's power, and fled in panic with its tail between its legs like a stray dog.
But how could Wan Xingmo let it go so easily?
The long sword in his hand was like a silver lightning, galloping in the moonlight and shooting straight towards the Wolf King.
With a shrill scream of "Ouch!", the battle came to an end.
Looking at the wolf corpses lying on the ground, Wan Xingmo glanced at them expressionlessly, then turned and left indifferently.
"Mo'er, are you hurt?" Seeing that all the wolves were killed, Zhao stumbled over and checked Wan Xingmo's injuries from head to toe.
"Mom, I'm fine. Those beasts can't hurt me." Wan Xingmo grabbed Zhao's hand, and the coldness on his face turned soft.
The Wan family members who were fleeing in panic began to pant after running a short distance.
During the period of exile, they could only eat a cold and hard steamed bun every day, which tasted so good that it was almost impossible to swallow.
It was already a miracle for them to be able to get here, so how could they have the extra energy to escape at this moment?
The second son of the Wan family carried the old lady Wan on his back, the second sister-in-law of the Wan family held little Fubao in her arms, and the third son of the Wan family carried Wan Hu on his back. The young and old of the Wan family supported each other and ran forward with difficulty, and they ended up being in the front.
They left the direct descendants of the Wan family far behind.
Suddenly, little Fubao stretched out his little hand and tugged at the corner of Wan Ersao's clothes.
"Cold——" Wan Ersao was startled and stopped immediately.
"My dear, what's wrong? Did you get bumped? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Little Fubao's eyes were bright as the stars in the sky. She stretched out her little hand and pointed behind everyone.
"Cold - big pot - it's the big pot -" Wan Ersao then turned around to look.
Behind the crowd, the young man who was originally wearing a moon-white gown was now dyed red all over, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.
"Boss, stop immediately, it's okay, it's safe."
Wan Ersao hurriedly shouted to Wan Laoer who was still running in front.
The Wan family then stopped, turned their heads and looked back, and found that the wolves had disappeared.
"Where's the wolf?" Boss Wan also stopped and turned to look. As expected, there was no wolf in sight. There was only a young man holding a long sword and being pulled by a woman and talking.
"Big pot--" Xiao Fubao's voice sounded again.
"Fubao, are you saying that the big brother killed all the wolves?" Mrs. Wan asked little Fubao in disbelief.
"Xi Da - big pot -" Little Fubao looked in the direction of Wan Xingmo with sparkling eyes and kept chewing on his little hands in his mouth.
When Mrs. Wan heard that the danger was over, she sat down on the ground, screaming in pain.
"How can this be called exile? Exile is actually life-threatening. Oh, God, why don't you just let the rocks smash me to death today?"
When Boss Wan heard Sister-in-law Wan's voice, he remembered Sister-in-law Wan's behavior when he was escaping just now. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward and kicked her hard.
"Why are you howling? I can't see anyone dying. Wanxi is still so young, can you bear to ignore her? Are you still a mother? Are you worthy? If you want to die, I have a rope here and a tree over there, do you want to go?"
Mrs. Wan immediately shrank her neck and dared not say a word.
Mrs. Wan was put on the ground by Mr. Wan. She sat on her bag, pounding her back and muttering, "My old bones were almost broken apart."
Little Fubao was like a docile little lamb. He hugged Wan Ersao's neck obediently and whispered softly, "Liang - Rourou -"
Wan Ersao felt heartbroken. The child had only eaten a little dried fish in the morning and had diarrhea. He only had half an egg at noon and has been hungry ever since.
Wan Ersao hurriedly took out the boiled eggs from her bag.
When the other children in the Wan family saw this, they were like hungry little birds, staring at little Fubao eating the eggs happily, their stomachs growling with hunger.
Seeing this, Mrs. Wan seemed to have found a life-saving straw. She immediately got up from the ground and ran to Mrs. Wan Er like a gust of wind.
"Second sister-in-law, this is not right. If you have food, why don't you share it with everyone? It's not right for you to eat alone here!"
On the surface, Mrs. Wan's words were an accusation, but in reality they were fanning the flames in an attempt to get Mrs. Wan San and Mrs. Liu to stand on her side.
But Wan San's wife disagreed and retorted, "Sister-in-law, Xiao Fubao is still so young. What if she gets hungry and doesn't grow taller? Such a cute girl needs to be carefully raised. We adults can go hungry, but we can't let a child go hungry."
Liu also nodded repeatedly to show her agreement. She had no intention of competing for food with a little kid.
After failing to form a clique, Mrs. Wan planned to directly steal Mrs. Wan's bag.
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