Just when the two of them were enjoying each other's love, suddenly, a dozen horses appeared not far away from them.
The dozen or so horses were galloping towards them.
On the horses were a dozen men wearing sheepskin and holding scimitars.
Zhang Wuji cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, I finally get to spend some time alone with you, but I always run into someone so blind."
Zhou Zhiruo snorted coldly: "Who wouldn't say that? When I'm happy, I always meet some blind people who come to die."
The dozen or so Mongolian men holding scimitars waved their scimitars and surrounded Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo.
Their leader laughed and said, "It's strange, really strange, a girl from the Han family would appear on the grassland, and she's a fairy that is rarely seen in a century."
"This is truly a gift from Changshengtian to me."
After hearing this, Zhang Wuji also laughed and said, "Yes, this is really a gift from Changshengtian to you."
"Meeting my Zhiruo means that from today on, there will be no more worries in your life."
The Mongolian man who was in the lead said to Zhang Wuji, "Boy, seeing how intimate you two are, I guess the beauty in your arms must be your wife."
"I want your beautiful wife. In return, I will give you a good time in a while."
Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "I'm afraid you will be disappointed. The girl in my arms, among all the men in the world, I am the only one who can touch her."
The Mongolian laughed again. His face full of flesh and yellow teeth made Zhou Zhiruo feel disgusted.
Zhang Wuji once again said to the Mongolian man: "Meeting is fate. You want to give me a quick death, and likewise, I want to give you a quick death."
"Tell me, in which direction are your tents pitched, and how many cattle and sheep do you have."
After the Mongolian man laughed enough, he said, "My tent is just twenty miles away. I don't have many cattle and sheep, but there are tens of thousands of them."
"Don't worry, after your wife follows me, I will let her eat mutton and drink goat's milk every day. I will make her the happiest woman on the grassland."
After Zhang Wuji nodded, he said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Zhiruo, this shameless guy offended you just now. Do you want to do it, or should I?"
Zhou Zhiruo said: "Let me do it. I don't know how long you and Zhao Linger were crazy last night. If you make another mistake, it will be too late for me to cry."
As he spoke, the long sword was unsheathed, and Zhou Zhiruo, dressed in a long blue and white dress, floated up from the horse's back like a fairy from heaven.
Zhou Zhiruo is a person with a bit of mysophobia. She feels disgusted by all men in the world except Zhang Wuji.
The dozen or so Mongolian men surrounding them only saw Zhou Zhiruo's beauty but ignored her horror.
Almost everyone in the world has two sides, and Zhou Zhiruo is no exception.
She left her fairy side to Zhang Wuji, and as for her murderous side, she could only leave it to the enemy.
Zhou Zhiruo gently swung the sword in her hand, and the leading Mongolian man was cut in half along with his horse before he could understand what was happening.
An extremely domineering sword energy was like a gust of wind sweeping away the clouds and waves crashing against the shore.
Just as Zhang Wuji said, Zhou Zhiruo gave him a very quick death, so quick that he died on the spot without even knowing what had happened.
Following closely behind was the same domineering sword energy, sweeping in all directions.
The dozen or so Mongols holding scimitars thought they had met a fairy, but in fact, they had met the god of death.
Zhou Zhiruo's bloodthirsty nature sometimes even surpasses Zhang Wuji's. Both her parents died at the hands of the Mongols when she was young, and she then endured humiliation in Emei for ten years.
No one knows better than her that the weak are preyed upon by the strong.
Therefore, ever since she followed Zhang Wuji, she either did not take action, or once she did, every move would be fatal.
Accompanied by desperate roars, the dozen people felt dazzled. A long sword kept flying in front of their eyes. In just a blink of an eye, the dozen people died on the spot.
But they can be considered lucky. After all, not everyone has the honor of dying at the hands of a peerless beauty.
After the killing, Zhou Zhiruo gently swung the sword in her hand.
All the blood on it was thrown to the ground.
At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo discovered that Zhang Wuji was looking at her with a strange look.
She hurriedly said to Zhang Wuji: "You, do you think I am too bloodthirsty and cruel?"
"If you hate me like this, I can change."
Zhang Wuji said: "Zhiruo, what are you thinking about? I like you, no matter what you become, I like you."
"I just suddenly feel that your cultivation seems to have improved a lot. If you continue like this, it will not be a problem for you to surpass our Queen sister within ten years."
After hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo breathed a sigh of relief.
She thought that Zhang Wuji hated her and was bloodthirsty.
Just then, Zhao Linger and others slowly came from a distance.
Following behind them was Zhang Wuji's expeditionary army.
Yu Fei said to Zhao Linger: "Senior Sister, the young master may have encountered trouble just now, let's go and take a look."
A moment later, a large group of cavalry surrounded Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo.
Zhao Linger first glanced at the corpses on the ground, and then looked at Zhang Wuji.
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