The one who fought Cen Ang to a draw was Hashi. The general, who had conquered the entire grasslands, never expected that the woman from the border town would be so formidable. After exchanging a palm strike with her, he took a half-step back, while the woman before him remained relaxed and unfazed.
Hash drew his broadsword from his back and slashed straight at Huo Xiaolong.
He thought: This woman, burdened by a child, would surely expose her back to protect the child in front of her. Unexpectedly, Cen Ang bent down to dodge the broadsword, and then struck Hash in the stomach with a backhand.
Hash coughed up blood, spitting it all over the ground.
He couldn't believe that the woman in front of him had struck him so hard he was vomiting blood. Hash, holding his broadsword, tried to prop himself up, but his tall figure swayed unsteadily. He straightened up on his horse, then knelt down again.
How is that possible?
"I told you, this kid definitely wouldn't last a single move against Madam Cen. You lost, young man, pay up!"
Miao Cuifang looked displeased and took out a piece of silver from her purse.
"He's tall and big, looks quite strong, so how come he's so fragile?"
The young man had been in the border town for some time, and his accent was gradually becoming distorted. Several martial arts masters sat in the trees, watching their disciples fight below, and casually made a bet: none of them had ever seen Cen Ang make a move, and they didn't know the extent of her martial arts skills.
All that is known is that Cen's mother's martial arts skills impressed the daughter of the martial arts alliance leader, and her internal martial arts techniques earned the martial arts alliance leader's acknowledgment.
"Who are you?"
Hash knew he was done for; he guessed that the blow had shattered his spleen and stomach. The man raised his head and looked at the phoenix-eyed lady before him, asking...
The women of the Great Yan Kingdom were somewhat thinner than those on the grasslands, but they had very good skin—soft, tender, and fair.
Therefore, when they burned, killed, and looted the surrounding villages, they often abducted women from the Central Plains. These women, who were powerless and looked exactly like him, slaughtered his soldiers and cavalry without leaving a single survivor.
Hash looked to the left.
There were only a few Xiongnu men left standing in the backyard. If these women had anything in common, it was that they were all more beautiful. They were all quite pretty.
"She's my mom!"
The little dumpling replied, "Who cares who it is? What kind of good person would dare to lay a hand on the elderly, weak, women, and children?"
Hearing Huo Xiaolong's words, Cen Ang's fierceness lessened somewhat, and he pinched her cheek as he spoke.
"You're not listening, are you! I told you to come inside, but you won't!"
"Ouch, ouch~ Mom~ It hurts, it hurts~" the little girl was whining and trying to coax her godmother.
Hash felt that these beautiful girls were like red flowers on the grassland—a little bit nourishing, but too much harmful. Not dying on the battlefield was the only regret this general, who had fought in countless battles, had.
The man was about to die, yet he was still sizing them up.
Cen Ang was all too familiar with the man's eyes in front of him—that look of utter contempt, that look of "How could you kill me? How could you have such power?"
This kind of person will not feel that they are not good enough; they will only feel that you are not worthy of being better than them.
My name is Cen Ang.
She wanted the man in front of her to remember this name even in hell, and preferably carry it into his next life, making it his nightmare.
Hash is dead
Died in the biggest snowfall of the year in the border town
The body was taken to a remote mountain and buried by several martial arts masters.
One of the girls from the brothel was spared and interrogated in a dark room overnight by Cen Ang.
The Huo family also fought a bloody battle, with the father and his two sons facing more than twenty burly men. Just as they finished, He Yi, wrapped in a cloak, strode in.
"Long'er?"
"Mother~"
He Yi also had some blood on her face, it was an accidental splatter. She wasn't afraid of killing, but she was a germaphobe!
Who can stand having blood splattered all over them every day?!
The little boy reached out and took a handkerchief to wipe the blood off her face. This stuff had to be wiped off while it was still wet; it would take more effort once it was dry.
"Is our Long'er scared?"
He Yi picked up Huo Xiaolong and asked softly.
She didn't dare let her daughter see the two corpses in the alley during the day, covering them completely with her own body. Who knew that this damned guy would come looking for trouble at night!
"Don't be afraid~"
Huo Xiaolong was genuinely unafraid. He hadn't seen much of this in his past life, and even if he were normal in this life, he wouldn't be afraid. He didn't know why, but he felt nothing at all. It was as if the person lying there was just a pile of rotten flesh.
When Huo Xiaocheng arrived, he heard his sister say, "Don't be afraid."
Alright, these siblings are just like their parents. He and his mother came to check on his sister and, incidentally, to see his sweetheart.
The young man held a sword in his hand, and his eyes met those of the girl carrying a halberd.
The two quickly looked away.
"My sister is amazing! She's not scared at all!" Huo Xiaocheng said, ruffling her hair.
The baby's head feels so good to the touch, soft and warm, and the hair is so soft too.
"That's for sure! Don't you know who my brother is!"
The longer Huo Xiaolong stayed here, the further away he seemed from his past life. What was she like in her past life?
Forgot
"This is good," the little dumpling thought, looking around.
In the backyard, the snow had vanished, replaced by a carpet of crimson blood, like a red abyss in a silvery-white world, unfathomable and boundless.
It's a bit bloody, but as long as everyone's here, it's not a bad thing.
"What are we going to do about this?" Ping'er looked at the corpses all over the ground and felt a little disgusted.
The ground is a complete mess, oh my god, there's blood everywhere, there's nowhere to put your feet. She'll throw these shoes away after tonight and then give her feet a proper wash.
"Should I go and wake Huanlu and the others up?" Ping'er continued.
The martial arts masters were at a loss looking at the scene before them. There were just too many people. Twenty or so was already their limit, and now that the number had doubled, it was even more troublesome.
"Master, you don't have aqua regia or anything like that?" Liu Xu asked Miao Cuifang.
"That stuff smells awful; if you pour it on, the whole street can smell it," the Miao youth said, also feeling a bit of a headache.
—Squeak
The door to Cen's mother's room opened, and a woman in a blue cotton-padded jacket, her hair loose, was wiping her hands with a towel. She then spoke...
"Take it to the county government office and report it to the authorities."
"ah?"
"What do you mean, 'huh'? We're a brothel, open for business! Law-abiding citizens! If someone breaks in at night and robs us, what's wrong with reporting it to the authorities?"
The girls were a bit confused. They had sent fifty men to rob and plunder, and instead of robbing the many wealthy families in the county, they robbed the brothel and its neighbors. In the end, they even killed both of the families.
The logic doesn't hold up anywhere.
They were dumbfounded, but they didn't say anything. Anyway, Cen's mother had a good relationship with the county magistrate, so they could just use connections.
Miao Cuifang tiptoed to the yamen to report to the authorities. The girls went back to their rooms to change clothes and hide their weapons. They kept their own things safe, and Cen Mama didn't care where they put them, as long as they didn't frighten the guests.
As she entered and exited the room, the female demon who had just been wielding weapons and fighting the Huns transformed into a gentle and charming confidante.
Several girls had red eyes and bloodshot eyes because they hadn't slept all night, as if they had just finished crying.
Mrs. Cen looked at their condition, nodded, and said
"When the officials come, you'll just cry and that'll be the end of it. You'll know nothing when they ask."
"yes"
Acting is something courtesans excel at.
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