Lin Yiran looked at Ding Guanglie in surprise.
Shiquan City is at least half a month's walk from here. After all, this place is still within the scope of Wuyi City, and the distance between Wuyi City and Shiquan City is not short.
Are these creepy guys crazy enough to come all this way to harass decent women?
It seems that there are quite a few corrupt officials in Shiquan City. They have openly revealed their identities. It is obvious that they have committed many acts of robbing and intimidating women.
"My beauty, don't you believe it?" Ding Guanglie looked at Lin Yiran with a puzzled look, raised his hand and put it in his mouth, and blew it with a "whoosh" sound.
"Da da da~"
A few horses came out from somewhere, wagging their tails and paddling their hooves as they stood beside Ding Guanglie.
Ding Guanglie raised his left foot and stepped on the stirrup, then pushed hard, jumped up gracefully, and sat heavily on the horse's back. The frightened horse raised its head and snorted twice, which made Ding Guanglie sway twice.
"See? This horse I'm riding is called Swift Wind. Experts know it's a young steed, and its strength is no less than that of a Ferghana horse."
Lin Yiran glanced at the six horses in front of her.
It turned out that he came on horseback.
It would only take a day or two to get here on horseback, so that makes sense.
It's obvious that these horses have been running a lot, and it seems that they haven't had enough to eat in the past two days.
Except for the horse under Ding Guanglie's butt, which looked relatively clean and energetic, the other five horses were not very good. They were dirty and skinny.
The horses that the attendants rode were naturally not good horses, but after some care, they were good enough to be tied to a cart and used to pull people.
Lin Yiran's eyes flickered slightly.
"Why are you here?"
The disaster in Shiquan City was so severe that the county magistrate's son had to run away?
As for Ding Guanglie's suggestion of visiting his house, she didn't believe that he would come back.
He just wanted to trick her into letting her guard down.
Ding Guanglie was slightly stunned, his eyes flashed, and he smiled faintly while waving his fan.
"To meet a beautiful lady. Who is her father?"
He really came here to chase women.
There are many people in Shiquan City who are more powerful than his family, and many of them hold higher positions than his father.
There were no beautiful women in Shiquan City that he could find, so he took his men to look for them in the villages outside the city.
Perhaps it was because the drought had lasted too long, and there were no pretty women left in the villages. They all looked haggard and disgusting.
After searching so many villages, I only managed to pick up seven or eight girls.
As long as he throws away three or four pounds of food, the family will provide him with the girl he likes.
There is no day more carefree than this.
He had expanded here little by little, and he had not much food and water left. He was just about to capture the woman he met by chance, but ended up meeting an even more beautiful woman.
It's like God is helping him.
"Oh!"
Lin Yiran sneered, there was not a single truth in the mouth of this bastard.
Unable to bear the sight of such a greasy and bullshitty man, she raised the whip and whipped Ding Guanglie directly.
"Crackle~"
“Ah~”
Before Ding Guanglie could retract the smile on his face, he was whipped into the air.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, Ding Guanglie fell heavily to the ground with his arms and legs spread out.
"Hiss~"
Ding Guanglie grimaced in pain, staring at Lin Yiran with glaring eyes, his teeth chattering.
"You stinky bitch, you're so shameless, you're looking for death!"
Damn it, we were just talking fine, but suddenly she started attacking him without giving him a chance to react.
How can you attack someone suddenly? That's totally unsportsmanlike.
The five followers only reacted when they heard Ding Guanglie's angry curses and rushed over to help Young Master Ding up.
"Master, are you okay?"
"Master, be careful..."
“…”
Those who didn't help Young Master Ding immediately started yelling at Lin Yiran, threatening him.
"You are blind, Master Ding, how dare you do this..."
"Hurry up and get down here, kowtow and apologize to Master Ding..."
“Ah…ah…”
“.....”
The three lackeys had just shouted a few words when Lin Yiran's thunder whip hit them.
The lackeys rolled on the ground in pain, swearing non-stop, which was simply unbearable to hear.
The harder they cursed, the harder Lin Yiran beat him.
After a few whips, the fallen people shut their dirty mouths, leaving only begging for mercy and screams.
Ding Guanglie covered his torn arm and gasped in pain.
Looking at the lackey who was lying on the ground wailing, his face turned red.
Ding Guang angrily threw away the two followers who were supporting him and shouted,
"What are you standing there for? Grab your weapons and chop them for me..."
“Don’t cut my face…”
Ding Guanglie glanced at Lin Yiran's beautiful face, but he still couldn't bear to hurt such a pretty face.
He drew the sword hanging from his waist and pointed at Lin Yiran with narrowed eyes.
"Swords have no eyes, why don't you get down here and apologize to this young master..."
The two followers also hurriedly took the toothless machetes and stared at Lin Yiran warily, glancing at the horse's hooves.
One of the followers saw that Lin Yiran was looking at Ding Guanglie. He curled his lips and smiled, then swung his machete and chopped at the horse's hooves under Lin Yiran.
This time the credit must go to him...
Lin Yiran glanced lightly, swung the whip with all her might, and hit the arm of the follower who was wielding the knife.
"Crackle~"
With a "crack", the arm of the follower who swung the knife flew out directly, and the spurting blood splashed all over his face.
Looking at the broken arm that was still bleeding, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Ding Guanglie's face was stained with the blood of his followers, and he stood there stiffly.
His hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking.
He couldn't believe that someone could actually break a person's arm with just one whip, and the wound was as smooth as if it had been cut by a knife.
This kind of strength is beyond the power of a human being. He has met a tough opponent.
Ding Guanglie smelled the strong smell of blood and couldn't help but gasp, his eyes filled with fear.
The only follower who was still standing upright was so frightened that the machete in his hand dropped with a clang, his knees weakened and he knelt down, kowtowed and begged repeatedly.
"Lady, please spare my life... I have an eighty-year-old mother and a crying child to feed. I really have no choice but to do this..."
Ding Guanglie looked at his five followers. Three of them were writhing on the ground in agony, not even daring to utter a single wail. One had a broken arm and was still bleeding, his life or death unknown. Another was kowtowing and begging for mercy.
There was no way he could kneel down and beg for mercy from a woman.
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