Wang Xiaohai is now eighteen years old and has been formally practicing martial arts for less than a year. If he were to face an opponent who has been practicing martial arts for over three hundred years, would he be able to defeat him? After all, practice makes perfect. Hundreds of years of day-in-day practice have turned other people's skills into muscle memory. They don't even need to think when performing a move; their body reacts faster and more quickly than their thoughts.
The carriage ran for several hours, entered a small wood, and then stopped suddenly.
"What's going on?" Ling Yurou lifted the curtain in front and leaned out. "Driver, didn't we pay a day's fare? Why won't you stop?"
Wang Xiaohai suddenly remembered the taxi curse he had in the Evil Spirit Continent. Something would happen whenever he took a taxi! A horse-drawn carriage was also a type of ancient taxi.
As Wang Xiaohai expected, the coachman took out a dagger from his waist and walked towards Ling Yurou.
"Take out all the money you have on you, otherwise I will not be polite with my knife. You are dressed so gorgeously, you must be a lady from a wealthy family!" The coachman walked towards Ling Yurou with an evil look in his eyes.
Wang Xiaohai guessed that even if Ling Yurou paid the money, the coachman would not let her go. He could tell from the look in the coachman's eyes. However, he was speechless when the coachman completely ignored him. Did he really think he was a weak boy?
"Yu Rou, come here." Wang Xiaohai pulled Yu Rou back to her seat, bowed and walked out of the carriage tent.
"You two are a pair of eloped adults. I've seen it a long time ago. No one can leave without paying today!" The coachman waved the sharp and bright knife in front of Wang Xiaohai.
And then—he flew out, soaring into the sky and over the woods. No one knew what would happen.
Wang Xiaohai clapped his hands and returned to the carriage.
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