Chapter 37

Zhao Yougong kept complaining in his heart, wishing he could turn around and slap Mu Yizhao to death. This brute was as strong as an ox, and it had been almost a quarter of an hour. His face didn't even turn red, and he didn't even pant. What a strong endurance, what a huge lung capacity. Glancing at the distance, his heart sank even more. Although Mu Wanqing wasn't in danger, she was fighting so many bandits alone and couldn't free her hands in a short time. Was he, Zhao Yougong, really going to fall on Mount Mang?

Stumbling, he fell flat on the ground. Mu Yizhao was delighted and rushed forward, swinging his large broadsword. Zhao Yougong quickly rolled away. The blade grazed his ear, and with a crack, the tree trunk behind him was split in two. What a powerful force! If he had been hit, he would have been cut in half immediately.

"Stop... Mu Yizhao, Brother Mu, let's talk. Fighting and killing isn't heroic!"

"Spit! You useless waste, what else can you do besides run? Stick your head out, and let me cut it off to save you some suffering!"

"..." Zhao Yougong's eyes widened, and he stood up, leaning on a large pine tree. Was he really going to be a fool and stick his head out?

"Mu Yizhao, give me an answer. How much did they pay you? I'll double it!"

Hearing the offer of double the price, Mu Yizhao was truly stunned. The agreed price was 200,000 strings of cash. If doubled, that would be 400,000 strings. There weren't many people in the world who would refuse money, and Mu Yizhao was no exception. He held his broadsword and smiled, "200,000 strings, I don't need 400,000 strings. If you can come up with 300,000 strings, I'll let you live a few more days!"

Zhao Yougong and Mu Yizhao's sudden business talk made Lu Qian break out in a cold sweat. How could Mu Yizhao be so stupid? Zhao Yougong had organized a courtesan competition and sold land, but he didn't have 300,000 strings of cash to offer.

Lu Qian's face turned pale, but Yao Cheng sneered, "Commander Lu, is this the person you found?"

"Commander Yao, the matter isn't over yet. Isn't it too early to say that?" Lu Qian was really afraid that Mu Yizhao would change his mind. He knew Mu Sanlang's character well; he was the type who would do anything for money, even break his word.

Seeing Mu Yizhao stop, Zhao Yougong quickly took a few steps back. He didn't answer and kept retreating, which made Mu Yizhao furious. "Hey, are you going to pay or not?"

"This... Brother Mu, can we negotiate? Can you ask for less?"

Zhao Yougong was already cursing in his heart. 300,000 strings of cash? He couldn't even come up with 30,000 strings. How could he have so much money to give Mu Yizhao? This time, he really couldn't pretend anymore.

"Then you don't have it?" Mu Yizhao's eyes bulged, and he was about to burst into flames. No money and so much talk? He decided that Zhao Yougong shouldn't die too quickly; he had to be tortured slowly. "Dare to play with me? I'll flay you alive!"

Zhao Yougong was startled. Mu Yizhao was about to strike, and he had no choice but to turn and run. But his foot tripped, and he fell to the ground. Mu Yizhao wouldn't let this opportunity pass. He lifted his broadsword and drew a throwing knife with his left hand, aiming it at Zhao Yougong's back. Hearing the wind behind him, Zhao Yougong's forehead was drenched in cold sweat. He pushed off with his right foot and moved his body slightly to the left.

"Thud" A clear sound of the knife entering flesh, Zhao Yougong's eyes welled up with tears. Although he had skillfully avoided the vital points, the knife was so sharp that his entire right shoulder felt like it was about to be pierced.

Mu Yizhao, Lu Qian, and the others all lamented. They never thought about why Zhao Yougong could dodge this attack, attributing it to good luck.

"Too bad, too bad. If it had been a little more to the left, it would have killed Zhao Yougong!"

Mu Yizhao sighed inwardly but didn't stop. He flipped his left hand and threw another knife.

It hurt so much that Zhao Yougong's right shoulder felt numb. Seeing Mu Yizhao's left hand raise, the knife gleaming, he panicked and cried out, "Sister Mu... Good Wan'er, save me..."

Before he could finish, Zhao Yougong stumbled and ran toward Mu Wanqing. Mu Wanqing had already noticed that Zhao Yougong was in trouble. She shouted and swung her sword, creating a beautiful arc. The bandits couldn't face her and retreated. Seizing the opportunity, Mu Wanqing flicked her left sleeve, and several sleeve arrows flew out, hitting the bandits in front of her.

Mu Yizhao's expression was not good. He hadn't expected that the black-clothed woman could still react so well while being surrounded. To kill Zhao Yougong, he had to take down this black-clothed woman first.

The throwing knife didn't aim at Zhao Yougong but at Mu Wanqing. At that moment, Mu Wanqing was trying to break free from the bandits, leaving her back exposed.

Who said Mu Yizhao was crude? He was very cunning. Zhao Yougong never expected Mu Yizhao to attack Mu Wanqing. The knife was fast and powerful, and Mu Wanqing, distracted, found it hard to dodge. Zhao Yougong panicked and shouted hoarsely, "Wan'er, be careful..."

Before he could finish, his body flew forward in an irregular trajectory, and the knife plunged into his buttocks with a "thud."

"Ow... My butt... Waa... Mu Yizhao... You bastard, I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations..."

Tears streamed down Zhao Yougong's face, and he cried bitterly.

Zhao Yougong was miserable, but Mu Yizhao was laughing heartily. When a person was down, even drinking cold water could cause a toothache. He clearly saw how Zhao Yougong had flown out. It turned out there was a stone in front of him. Zhao Yougong ran fast, tripped, and flew out, just in time to block the knife.

"Hahaha, you deserve it. This time, where will you run?"

Zhao Yougong swore to heaven that he didn't mean to block the knife for Mu Wanqing. He just wanted to use the stone to slightly change the direction of the knife, but he tripped on the big stone.

Now with both his buttocks and right shoulder pierced, he couldn't use any strength. Mu Yizhao charged over, and he could only stagger to his feet. Damn it, if he couldn't endure it, he might as well fight. Exposing his martial arts skills would mean death, but not using them would mean being killed by Mu Yizhao. Since that was the case, he might as well fight. He stood firm, determined not to dodge. If Mu Yizhao came, he would send him to the underworld with one move.

Standing tall, he felt a sense of tragic determination. After enduring for over a decade, was everything going to be for nothing today? Zhao Yougong was unwilling. As long as he could survive, he could endure anything, but today's situation was beyond his control.

Mu Wanqing had seen everything that had happened. She couldn't understand why the cowardly, smooth-talking villain had blocked the knife for her. Although he was now crying, he didn't look like a man at all.

Her master had said that all men were untrustworthy, so she had hated men since childhood. For some reason, she couldn't hate this smooth-talking villain. This villain was truly troublesome. Why did he block the knife for her? Why was he so good to her?

Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she shouted, leaping like a swallow over the bandits. In mid-air, she threw several sleeve arrows.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. Mu Yizhao didn't dare to be careless, blocking with his broadsword. Clang, clang, clang, the sleeve arrows missed, and Mu Wanqing landed beside Zhao Yougong.

"Villain, how are you?"

"Kill him, waa... Wan'er... My butt... It hurts so much!" Zhao Yougong squeezed his eyes, and tears streamed down his face. This time, he wasn't faking it. With a knife in his buttocks, how could it not hurt?

He was truly grateful. Mu Wanqing had come just in time. If she hadn't, he might have had to fight Mu Yizhao without holding back. If possible, he really didn't want to expose himself...

"What a vicious woman, only knows how to use hidden weapons. Let's see what you can do!" Mu Yizhao was also angry. So many people couldn't stop one woman, which was a disgrace to the Mang Mountain Bandit Camp.

His broadsword whirled fiercely, and Mu Wanqing stood behind Zhao Yougong, coldly watching. When Mu Yizhao was a few steps away, Mu Wanqing moved. She hummed lightly, transferred her sword to her left hand, and took out a small square box from her waist. No one knew what she pressed, but with a crisp sound, dozens of cold rays shot out from the box.

These were hidden weapons, but they were too concealed. Even though Mu Yizhao was on guard, he couldn't avoid them. He swung his broadsword like the wind but still got hit several times.

The hidden weapons felt like ant bites at first, then penetrated his body. His arms and chest were hit, and Mu Yizhao felt weak, unable to muster any strength.

"Ouch... Who are you? Why do you have plum blossom needles?"

Plum blossom needles, also known as "deadly rain needles," were said to be owned by the Gongsun family of Qingzhou. He had only heard of them before, but he never thought he would encounter them for the first time.

Mu Yizhao signaled, and the remaining bandits immediately surrounded him. Fortunately, Mu Wanqing didn't continue her attack. She smiled coldly, "Didn't I already tell you who I am?"

Mu Wanqing's voice was as cold as ice, and her presence was like a winter wind. Seeing her so proud, Mu Yizhao began to hesitate. Could she be from the Gongsun family? If so, given their reclusive nature, it was possible he hadn't heard of them. Thinking of this, Mu Yizhao started to retreat. Given the current situation, he had no choice.

"Let's go!"

Mu Yizhao, with the help of his subordinates, fled in a狼狈 manner. Mu Wanqing didn't chase them. Looking back, she saw Zhao Yougong trembling on the ground, the short knives in his shoulder and buttocks quivering with his body.

Bad luck, Lu Qian and Yao Cheng cursed. They could only quickly hide. The black-clothed woman was too dangerous. If she discovered them, who knew what would happen.

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