Urbaner Blumentraum

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It took her a lot of effort to crawl out from under the corpse of the lecherous man. Looking at the two purplish-blue bandage marks on her wrists, she couldn't understand why the villain had suddenly died, but she was very indignant. She kicked the lecherous man over and, while the "colluding villains" were stunned, she turned and ran away.

The "colluding bastards" were initially unsure of her background and were quite suspicious, so they dared not make a move. But her escape exposed them. The four of them shouted and immediately surrounded her, attacking her vitals with knives, swords, whisks, and fists. They had no intention of capturing her alive; they wanted to kill her.

A knife cleaved his head.

A sword pierced his chest.

A whisk was wrapped around his neck.

Fist into the abdomen.

If Zhu Huihui were to take these four deadly blows, who knows what he would become!

But with her skills being even less than a mediocre cat's, how could she possibly escape the four men's deadly attacks in their shock and anger?

With nowhere to hide and nowhere to avoid, and on the verge of being killed, Zhu Huihui, in desperation, slipped between the burly man's legs and stumbled forward a few steps.

The group continued their attack with unchanging moves, their swords flashing and their attacks as relentless as an iron barrel.

Zhu Huihui glanced around and saw that the four of them had learned their lesson and were keeping their legs tightly closed. She couldn't use the same trick again, like the black dog crawling between her legs. This time, she really had nowhere to hide.

A chill ran through me. That's it! My day is finally over!

She crouched on the ground, holding her head and waiting to die, when she suddenly heard the wind of the sharp blade above her stop. After waiting for a long time, she saw no weapon fall and was very puzzled. She quietly moved her arms away from her head, revealing a small gap, and peeked out with one eye.

The moment he saw eight legs within half a foot of him, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately covered his head even more tightly.

After waiting a while longer and still seeing no movement, I peeked out again. The pair of bright green embroidered shoes belonged to Song Xiaobei, the pair of black leather boots to her left belonged to Zhao Yilang, the blue cloth shoes belonged to the Taoist priest, and the hemp shoes with multiple burlap sacks belonged to the black man.

That's right! What are these people waiting for if they don't kill her?

Zhu Huihui crouched on the ground and timidly raised her head, only to be met with Zhao Yilang's distorted face. Startled, she plopped down on the ground. After regaining her composure, she realized that something was wrong with the four men. Their faces were contorted with rage, each holding a weapon in a pose, yet they remained motionless.

As she prepared to escape, she reached out and shook her hand in front of Zhao Yilang's eyes, but there was no reaction at all.

Huh? They... got pressure point treatment?

Who did it?

Zhu Huihui quickly circled around, looking in all directions, but found nothing but lush green trees. She frowned, scratched her head, and couldn't figure it out.

She has always been lazy, and she never dwells on problems she can't understand. She'd rather use the time she spends thinking about how to deal with these people.

She jumped up and punched Zhao Yilang right in the eye socket with a loud bang, making his eye turn black and causing him to fall to the ground. Then she snatched his knife from his hand. Zhao Yilang's knife was quite heavy, so she had to hold it with both hands. To intimidate the men, she glanced left and right, picked the thinnest tree nearby, and chopped it down with a majestic air.

With a "crack," a large gash was cut into the sapling.

Both "colluding with each other" and "the two evil spirits of Xuan Yin" showed extremely disdain in their angry and fearful eyes.

That knife, though not a particularly precious weapon, was still crafted by a master and was extremely sharp. She couldn't even cut down that tree, which wasn't even as thick as a three-year-old's leg—how useless!

Realizing they looked down on him, Zhu Huihui flew into a rage: "What are you looking at! I didn't even use any strength!" He brandished his knife, threatening them, "Don't think I can't cut down trees, but I can chop off necks with a single stroke! Who wants to try first?"

Immediately, the burly man looked at Chen Yilang, Chen Yilang looked at the old Taoist priest, the old Taoist priest looked at Song Xiaobei, and Song Xiaobei looked at the burly man.

Zhu Huihui looked left and right, then slapped Chen Yilang on the head with the back of his knife and said, "Last time at the Sanjie Temple, you hit me with your cane, didn't you enjoy it? If you're so capable, hit me again today! Hit me! If I don't, you're my grandson!"

Turning to look at Song Xiaobei: "And you, you wicked woman! You stabbed the hero with a hidden sword while his eyes were blind! Hmph! I'll kill your husband today and make you a widow!"

He held the knife around Chen Yilang's head, looking for a suitable place to cut, but his technique was not good. In addition to shaving Chen Yilang's head into a mess, he also made several cuts on Chen Yilang's scalp, which bled profusely.

Chen Yilang was incredibly tough. With a sharp blade at his neck, he showed no fear whatsoever. His eyes glared fiercely at Zhu Huihui, as if he wanted to jump up and bite her to death.

Looking at her husband's bloodied head, Song Xiaobei, though unable to move or speak, was filled with anxiety and tears streamed down her face, her heartache evident.

Zhu Huihui cursed, "Why are you glaring at me? If you glare at me again, I'll slash your wife's face!"

He reached out and pinched Song Xiaobei's face, then gripped the knife with both hands and swung it out.

As soon as Song Xiaobei closed her eyes, she heard the sound of wind and felt a coolness on her face. She thought her face had been scratched, and tears flowed even more freely.

But then Zhu Huihui burst into laughter: "Damn it! You're even poorer than me!"

Song Xiaobei was stunned for a moment, feeling that she didn't seem to feel any pain on her face. She was puzzled, opened her eyes and looked, then exclaimed "Oh my god!" before closing her eyes again, her face burning red.

In that instant she opened her eyes, she saw it clearly. The black-clad man among the "Two Fiends of Xuan Yin" had his trousers bunched up at his ankles, his two black-haired thighs bare, and he was only wearing a pair of shorts with four or five holes...

Although she was a little embarrassed, she felt relieved. It turned out the girl's knife wasn't aimed at her face, but at the burly man's belt! This greedy fellow… he's so stingy! He's amassed so much wealth, yet he's so miserly he can't even afford decent shorts…

The burly man stared wide-eyed, his face flushed a dark red, unable to speak, but could only curse Zhu Huihui hundreds of times in his heart.

Zhu Huihui curled her lip: "Poor bastard!" Ignoring him, she turned around and, wielding her knife, cut the belts of the old Taoist and Chen Yilang. She then rummaged through their pockets and arms, taking everything, big or small, and stuffed it into her own bag.

The three men, with their six bare legs, looked at each other in disbelief. They were used to robbing and plundering, but this time they never expected to be robbed themselves!

There's still Song Xiaobei left. Zhu Huihui doesn't care whether she's a woman or not; she's prepared to deal with her the same way.

Just as the knife was placed on her belt, she suddenly heard a soft cough beside her ear. The sound was not loud, but it was very clear.

Zhu Huihui flinched, lost control of her wrist, and instantly cut Song Xiaobei's belt, her clothes came undone, and the tip of the knife even made a cut on her waist. Although it wasn't deep, a lot of blood flowed out.

She reacted quickly, holding a knife to Song Xiaobei's neck, regardless of whether the intruder was friend or foe, and taking a hostage first.

Looking back, I saw two people standing under the shade of a tree not far away.

One man and one woman.

The man was refined and elegant, and the woman was exceptionally beautiful.