Wuming turned his head and asked Yun Qingluo inside the carriage, "Madam, should we spare any survivors?"
Yun Qingluo calmly replied, "No need."
Although Wuming was surprised, he didn't ask any questions. He changed his aura and looked at the man in black not far away, saying with a smile, "Grandpa hasn't fought in a long time. You can't spoil my fun today, or I'll be unhappy."
Wuming rushed forward with a cold smile, catching the assassin's sword with his bare hands. With a twist of his wrist, the sword was now in Wuming's grasp. The assassin's eyes widened, and a thin line of blood hung from his neck.
The two guards who were about to rush over stopped when they saw Wuming's strange skills. They retreated to the side of the carriage, exchanged a glance, and their eyes showed a hint of solemnity.
This person is more like an assassin than an assassin himself; even the world's number one assassin doesn't seem to possess such skills.
Who exactly is he?
What is the purpose of following them?
The smell of blood wafted into the carriage, making Yun Qinglu feel nauseous, and her face changed color.
Seeing this, Yunying said, "Qiushui, let's leave here. The lady is not feeling well."
Upon hearing this, Qiu Shui drove away in his carriage.
As Wuming watched the carriage slowly disappear into the distance, his expression turned cold.
"You guys scared her." Wuming looked at the remaining people, his voice as cold as ice.
The remaining men in black had deep fear in their eyes.
Who is this person? How can he be so powerful?
The people above only said that she brought ten bodyguards, but didn't say that these bodyguards were so powerful.
This is absolutely outrageous!
However, no matter how unwilling the man in black was, he could only die with his eyes wide open.
A man in black was at the very back. Seeing this, he tried to run away, but Nameless stood with his sword drawn, dodged the sword flying towards him, and threw the sword in his hand away.
"I... let you go?" The nameless voice was icy.
The man in black screamed as he was pinned to the tree by a sword, and the fear intensified among those around him.
How could there be such a terrifying person?
"Who, who are you?" the man in black asked in a trembling voice.
Anonymous, "Want to know?"
The man in black nodded, both fearful and panicked.
Wuming glanced at the men in black and saw that they all had a thirst for knowledge in their eyes.
Wuming chuckled lightly, "The thing I like to do most is to make my enemies die with their eyes wide open in disbelief."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wuming suddenly disappeared from the spot, his figure moving with incredible speed among the men in black.
In the blink of an eye, he reappeared behind the man in black, standing with his hands behind his back.
The man in black, his eyes filled with resentment, collapsed to the ground.
Wuming looked down at the bloodstain that had accidentally stained his clothes, and felt a headache coming on.
She seems unable to tolerate the smell of blood now.
This is really troublesome.
The nameless man whistled.
A young man in purple appeared, knelt on one knee, and said, "Greetings, Master."
"Prepare a clean set of clothes, the same as this one, and hurry up," Wuming said coldly.
"Yes, Master." The purple-clad youth had barely finished speaking when he vanished in the blink of an eye.
Wuming leaned against the tree trunk, waiting in place with his head down, lost in thought.
A moment later, the boy in purple reappeared.
Wuming took the clothes, went behind the tree, changed his clothes, came back, threw the clothes to the purple-clad youth, and said indifferently, "Get rid of them."
"Yes, Master," the purple-clad youth replied.
Just as Wuming was about to leave, he turned back. "Go and find out who did this. Such a generous gift deserves a return gift."
“Yes, Master…” the purple-clad youth said, then looked somewhat conflicted as he saw Wuming about to leave.
Wuming turned his head to look at him, "What's up?"
The purple-clad youth struggled for a moment, then, seeing Wuming's impatience, immediately said, "Master, when are you going back? The elders are all waiting."
"Then let's just wait," Wuming said nonchalantly.
The purple-clad youth immediately became anxious, "Master, you were in seclusion before, and you said you would return after your seclusion ended, you..."
"Don't those old fogies know who she is?" Wuming asked calmly.
The purple-clad youth paused, then replied, following the nameless man's words, "I know, isn't she...?"
Wuming looked in the direction the carriage had gone and found that it was long gone. Wuming was a little impatient. "Knowing that they still have so many problems, tell them to behave themselves if they don't want to die."
The boy in purple was sullen. Wuming took a few steps and stopped. "Tell them she's pregnant. There are some things I don't want to happen."
The purple-clad youth froze, then bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, Master."
Yun Qingluo and her entourage drove their carriage all the way to a riverbank and stopped.
"Madam, was Wuming killed?" Yunying looked back for a while and, seeing no sign of Wuming, couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Yun Qingluo smiled faintly, "I'm not asking you to drive the carriage, what are you worried about?"
Yunying frowned. "Our people still haven't been able to find out his identity. This is too mysterious. Since the establishment of the Divine Doctor Valley intelligence network, there has never been anything that they couldn't find out. It's really strange."
Yun Qingluo raised an eyebrow. It was quite strange; she had sensed that the two divine guards hadn't intervened to help Wuming.
No, I should say that I initially intended to help, but then changed my mind.
So, it seems that Wuming's martial arts skills are no less than those of the Divine Guards, otherwise the Divine Guards wouldn't have retreated to watch the show.
“Since he has no ill intentions towards us, let’s not investigate him. Besides, he won’t die.” As soon as Yun Qingluo finished speaking, Wuming appeared.
"It's heartbreaking. I risked my life to protect Madam, and she still suspects me of having ulterior motives," Wuming said, feigning grievance.
"Since the driver is here, let's continue on our way," Yun Qingluo said calmly, ignoring his words.
Wuming immediately stopped him, "No, I didn't eat breakfast this morning, and I just had a fight. I'm completely exhausted and I'm starving. Let's eat something before we go."
Upon hearing this, Yun Qingluo remained silent, and Wuming took it as Yun Qingluo's agreement.
He immediately took two guards to the river to catch fish.
"I remember there was a ceramic jar in the carriage. Could you please take it out and clean it, Miss Yunying? I'll go catch some fish, and we'll make a delicious fish soup in a little while."
Yunying glanced at him and said, "You certainly know how to eat."
Wuming smiled and left with the Divine Guards.
Qiu Shui gathered some firewood from the surrounding area and started a fire.
The nameless fisherman was quite skilled; he caught seven or eight fish in no time and cleaned them thoroughly before bringing them back.
Two fish were thrown into a ceramic jar, along with some unknown herbs. The jar was then covered and placed over a fire to cook.
Wuming lit two more fires, skewered the fish, and put them on the prepared rack to roast.
Soon, the aroma of fish wafted into the carriage. Yun Qingluo sniffed the fish soup, which had a fresh herbal scent.
Lately, I've been traveling a lot and haven't had a good appetite; I only eat a few bites before losing my appetite.
Yunying said that she had lost a lot of weight in just a few days.
Even Xiao Yi advised her to eat more, otherwise the baby wouldn't get enough nutrition and would be born unhealthy.
She forced herself to eat, perhaps because she had had enough of the good life, or perhaps because Ah Chen wasn't around. She often lost her appetite after a few bites.
Now, she actually has a craving for fish soup.
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