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Don’t pretend. Didn’t you ask me for help?
No person was in the mountain village──except for the dead. Jun ShuYing dismounted the horse, went around in a circle, and went out from the back door of the mountain village. There were also some fallen bandits lying on the rugged road, who didn’t change the savage faces even when dying.
Jun ShuYing walked along the side of the corpse, the bursts of blood and rancidity penetrating his nose and hitting his brain, making him nauseous. He didn’t take a few steps, and he heard the sound of hidden fighting and weapons from ahead. Jun ShuYing walked lightly, hiding in the dense woods and looking forward.
It sounded like several, the group of bandits with faces full of flesh* holding steel knives. Chu FeiYang was besieged in the middle, all over bloody, the breathing panting and a little unstable. There was a slight fatigue between the slightly furrowed brows, but more was the alertness of his concentration.
T/N: *Faces full of flesh: refers to the muscles on your cheeks that make the appearance look vicious.
The situation of the several five big and three thick* drab bandits is more not good and going nowhere. These people are not eager to attack, just stepping around in a small circle. Each made some noise. From time to time, one rushed out with a knife and stabbed, then immediately stepped back and returned, rotating to the next person.
T/N: *Five big and three thick: In ancient times, the “big five” refer to: “big hands, big feet, big ears, shoulder width, and hip fat”, and “three thick” are: “thick waist, thick legs, and thick neck”. Tall, stout, and burly.
Chu FeiYang stood in the middle, tilted his head slightly, and listened carefully. However, he couldn’t tell the position of the enemy in time. There were many wounds on his body, some of which were almost deeply visible, and the flesh turned out was ugly and terrifying.
One of the bandits opened his mouth and laughed, and some saliva spewed out of the stained teeth, which was stained with the sloppy beard.
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“Chu FeiYang, you also have today! How many men I sacrificed couldn’t hold you down! You are so good! Today, my brothers will be like old cats playing mice, and you won’t die! How many people can kill Chu FeiYang in the world? From now on, my Hu Jia Camp will become famous in the arena!”
After speaking, there was another wild laugh, and several others also laughed. Chu FeiYang stood in the field, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly because of exhaustion.
He only resembled having not heard, and still paying close attention to distinguish. He successfully dodged a few cuts, but did not avoid leaving a few wounds on his chest and back.
Looking at the situation in the forest, Jun ShuYing frowned slightly, and the silver needle he slipped out of his sleeve was sandwiched between his fingers. He walked out of the woods where he was hiding, and beckoned to the people fighting in front of him: “Hey, you!”
Several bandits were obviously taken aback. They looked towards the man in the long dress and long belt who seemed to appear out of thin air, and the formation of cats and mice, which was easy to do, was stagnant.
Chu FeiYang also turned his face to the direction of Jun ShuYing. After a moment of consternation, he curled his mouth and smiled. Jun ShuYing curled his lips, and rushed into the formation.
He has no internal strength, but has deadly arms. His free-handed martial arts did not subdue them, but it was enough to kill them. This is enough.
Jun ShuYing’s agile figure flashed past the heavy hacking steel knives, stepping on light footwork, and three silver lights flickered among the crowd. Several big men fell to the ground one after another, wailing and screaming. Slowly, there was no sound, the seven orifices* bleeding, eyes wide open and body twitching.
T/N: Seven orifices: eyes, nose, tongue, mouth, ears.
Jun ShuYing disdainfully cast a glance at Chu FeiYang, who was still standing in place. Kneeling down in front of the bandit leader, he coldly snorted: “Old cat playing with mice?! Proof on you?!”
The bandit made a few strange noises in his mouth, then his eyes were rounded and his eyes were silent.
Jun ShuYing patted his clothes and stood up, Chu FeiYang smiled and said, “I didn’t expect you to come.”
Jun ShuYing took out the letterhead folded into a square and threw it at Chu FeiYang, saying: “Don’t pretend. Didn’t you ask me for help? You don’t dare to say if you want me to help you? Chu DaXia did not do so openly enough.”
Chu FeiYang coughed lightly and said, “Will you come if I let you come?! If you don’t go to my room, you won’t see this note. If you go to my room,” Chu FeiYang smiled slightly, “you will definitely come.”
Jun Shuying sneered disapprovingly and said: “Speaking of which, I really didn’t know that DaXia Chu is such a self-reliant person. Knowing that he is blind, he dare to come and kick others. He’s really courageous. Is the suspicion too long?!”
Chu FeiYang sighed a bad breath and said: “I just aattended an appointment. I also didn’t want to come. But if I did not come, in the future, I will let my comrades in the rivers and lakes* be aware that I, Chu FeiYang, towards a bandit nest went to discharge unyielding justice in an underground battle, but fled. How still am I confused?!”
T/N: *Jianghu: rivers and lakes is used here as a broad reference to the world. It has a long sense of explanation if you want to check it out.
The corners of Jun ShuYing’s mouth twitched, and he coldly snorted and said: “Regardless of how, now you owe me a favour. I’m occupied with something I want you to do, it’s best we immediately return……”
“I am sorry, I may…… no way…… I walk……” Chu Feiyang’s voice suddenly break off, the sword in his hand! He fell to the ground, and he fell softly. He fell to the ground, the person also collapsing down softly.
Jun ShuYing was surprised, and hastily stepped forward to check. He put his finger in front of Chu FeiYang’s nose and probed it, then felt the effort. The breath is not weak, just faint.
Jun ShuYing watched for a long while, and had no choice but to pull the horse from the imitation fortress, put Chu FeiYang on the horse’s back, turned on his own horse, and hurried away.
Days. The hero has been fighting for days. Hot damn!
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