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"Wushuang, hold on! Persevere! Persevere!"
Leng Wushuang drew his sword for the thirtieth time, veins bulging on the back of his hand, and the ice in his eyes could freeze a whole pond of water.
Isoro quickly hugged him tightly from behind, stroking his hair as if grooming the fur of an enraged leopard.
"Calm down, calm down! Wushuang, we need to stay calm!"
Leng Wushuang snorted coldly, glanced at the worried-looking Wu Shilang, her eyes flickered, and she simply closed her eyes, out of sight, out of mind, leaving Wu Shilang alone, who gave an awkward smile to the female compatriots who came to watch.
Fortunately, the chief had instructed that they could only observe from afar and not touch them.
So the group of female bandits could only stop ten steps away. Then, across the table, they pointed and gestured at the seated Wu Shilang and Leng Wushuang.
"When do you think the boss will make his move against them?"
"I don't know!" The bandit girls whispered among themselves, drooling. "If it were me, I'd pounce on him, kiss his lips, and eat his tongue."
Leng Wushuang kept her eyes closed, her expression unchanged.
It was Wu Shilang whose expression changed, then he silently picked up a stool, placed it in front of Leng Wushuang, sat down, and shielded him behind him.
"Hey, guys, move aside a bit. How are we supposed to see him like this?" A female bandit quickly shouted, pointing her finger at Leng Wushuang. "We want to see him."
Isoro casually glanced over, ignoring them completely. He scratched his head and hummed "Eighteen Touches" with a smile, but soon the tune changed from "Eighteen Touches" to "Jasmine Flower".
One by one, the female bandits who were watching the scene became enraged, and their voices gradually grew louder. Some of them even tried to cross the table ten steps away and come across.
"What's up?"
The door creaked open, and the burly, strong leader entered.
The crowd immediately erupted, pointing at Igarashi and shouting angrily, "This kid is blocking the view of the beauty behind her! We can't see her!"
Isoro smiled and looked back, waving at the female bandit leader, "Hello, beautiful big sister!"
The female bandit leader's anger vanished instantly, and she asked softly, "Would you like to show your brother to everyone?"
Isoro shook his head, extended a finger, squinted his crescent-shaped eyes, and slowly said, "I don't want to!"
The female bandit leader suddenly flew into a rage, slamming her hand on the table and standing up, "Don't be so stubborn, you'll have to suffer the consequences..."
She had only spoken half a sentence when her eyes suddenly widened in surprise.
Because Wu Shilang was slowly placing Leng Wushuang's small golden sword against Leng Wushuang's neck, while showing a very grief-stricken expression.
"What are you going to do?!" the female bandit asked in surprise.
“If you keep watching, he will definitely not be able to take it anymore. Once he can’t take it anymore, he will definitely kill me first and then commit suicide,” Isoro said angrily and seriously. “Therefore, I must strike first.”
Everyone fell silent.
Leng Wushuang, who had been keeping her eyes closed, suddenly opened them slowly. Her eyes were like autumn water, and as she turned her gaze, the corners of her mouth slowly, slowly rose up. First, she smiled very faintly, and then she burst into unrestrained laughter.
He was naturally handsome, but because he always had a stern face, people couldn't feel close to him.
That smile was truly like ice and snow melting, or an iceberg collapsing, so dazzling that it was impossible to look away.
"Giro, let's do it." After laughing, he calmed down and made the suggestion very calmly. He picked up the tip of the sword, pointed it at the artery in his neck, and said, "It'll be quick to cut here!"
Isoro was still basking in his radiant smile.
He slowly loosened his grip on the sword, clearly lost in a daze.
"Beauty, no!" The female bandit leader, seeing that Wu Shilang's sword was about to fall, leaped forward and used her iron axe to knock the sword out of Wu Shilang's hand.
She rolled twice, then suddenly leaped up from the ground and pounced on Igarashi.
Isoro was completely bewildered by her attack and watched helplessly as she pulled him back a dozen steps.
“Men, separate them. I’ll personally watch over the little one.”
Leng Wushuang's eyes flashed, her lips pursed in anger, her eyes blazing with fury. "What do you want?"
Having spent many years navigating the underworld, how could he not see the threat posed by the ruthless female bandit leader?
Sure enough, the female bandit leader smiled smugly at him and said, "Not bad, you can choose to come with me tonight, or have him come with me tonight."
Isoro began to struggle, twisting his arm in her grasp and shaking his head at Leng Wushuang like a rattle drum, "Don't agree to him, don't!"
Leng Wushuang remained expressionless, her face utterly calm.
After a long silence, he slowly spoke, "Fine, I'll go with you, but you have to let her go." He glanced at Goruro, momentarily stunned.
Isoro's tears welled up in his eyes, rolling back and forth, but he wouldn't let them fall.
Her hands were tightly gripped by the female bandit leader, and she could only stare intently at Leng Wushuang. Then, as if she had made a great decision, she said with utmost seriousness, "Wushuang, how about we have a threesome? You don't have enough stamina on your own."
Leng Wushuang broke down and almost rushed over to smash her head.
"Shut up!"
"good!"
The female bandit leader and Leng Wushuang spoke at the same time. The former's face was flushed and radiant, while the latter's face was pale and filled with intense anger.
"Your Majesty, would you like to join the three-way trip, including the old man who drives the carriage?" Ishiro suggested very considerately, recalling the old man's deep affection, and couldn't help but recommend him on his behalf.
The female bandit leader's face froze instantly.
The beautiful fantasy that had been swirling in her mind was immediately replaced by a different male protagonist.
It was a sleazy old man with white hair, missing teeth, spitting, and a face full of wrinkles like a blooming cosmos. His beard twitched as he angrily said: "Why do they get all the good things?"
The sudden interruption of the scene sent a chill down the spine of the ruthless female bandit leader.
Then, with an extremely awkward laugh, he sincerely said to the large group of female bandits, "That old man is a perk reserved for the sisters; I can't take away his good fortune."
And they seemed to want more.
It was as if the old man driving the carriage had truly saved every last bit of food from between her teeth for everyone.
The faces of everyone inside and outside the house immediately fell, and their anger burned fiercely in their chests.
That boss is so unethical.
She had taken over the whole place by herself, and even after the lights were turned off, she still wanted to touch it.
In the end, Isoro was imprisoned in another room.
The person who brought dinner was actually an old man who drove a carriage.
With tears welling up in her eyes, she grasped Isoro's hand and choked out, "Good brother, I heard you recommended me, I'm so touched!"
Isoro looked at him, speechless, and then said politely, "Oh, not at all, it didn't work!"
The old man rushing to catch the carriage suddenly felt melancholy. He got up, went to the window inside, and silently gazed at the moon. Then, in a low, hoarse voice, he replied to her, "I know. The chief likes reserved women. I've been suppressing myself for too long, and I didn't handle it well. I was too unrestrained and scared her!"
Then, with a flamboyant shake of his head, he said in a forced indifference, "I've decided to start learning from your older brother from now on and become a cool and aloof person."
He turned around, and Wu Shilang was even more speechless. Two tree branches were stuck across his back, clearly indicating that he was imitating Leng Wushuang.
"Alright, good luck!" Ishiro's lips twitched as he watched the old man clench his fist in a fighting spirit, then he slammed the door shut and left.
Half an hour after dinner, someone led Fifty-Lang to the house of the female bandit leader.
Her house stood out rather conspicuously among a cluster of small tiled houses. While the others' tiled houses were all gray and drab, hers was decorated with a multitude of fresh flowers. Suddenly, Wu Shilang remembered his own outhouse. In the past, Old Man Xiao had always liked to hang a lot of flowers outside the outhouse to beautify the air, achieving the same effect in a different way.
The head of the gang here is practically Old Man Xiao's soulmate.
"Boss, the two young masters have been brought here."
Wu Shilang turned around and saw Leng Wushuang standing behind him. She was dressed in black, her face was as white as jade, her hands were behind her back, and her eyes were filled with mockery. She looked completely calm. When she saw Wu Shilang looking at her, she said very calmly, "You've come."
It was a casual remark, as if he had just run into an acquaintance while taking a walk after having dinner at home.
Isoro was speechless and could only nod at him.
Inside the room, the female bandit leader wasn't alone; there seemed to be another man present. The two were arguing urgently in hushed tones.
"In short, I need to consider the Palace Master's proposal. There are so many sisters in the whole village, I can't make a decision on my own. Left Envoy Shi, please."
The door creaked open, and the female bandit leader came out first, followed by a person completely wrapped in black cloth, even her face was covered in black cloth, revealing a pair of narrow eyes that were deliberately lowered.
As he passed Leng Wushuang, he paused briefly, turned around, and said to the female bandit leader, "Boss, the Palace Master instructed that these two are fine to play around with, but don't kill them."
His voice was high-pitched and thin, sounding like a sharp-angled stone cutting through the eardrum, which was very uncomfortable.
"Oh? The Dragon Palace Master is even so concerned about my little husband?"
The man in black chuckled for a while, then said, "Just listen to what the Palace Master says." With that, he unfurled his sleeve, and like a large black bat, he floated lightly down the mountainside.
The female bandit leader's face was ashen, her fists clenched fiercely, her eyes burning like flames. After a long while, she turned around, smiled and looked at Wu Shilang and Leng Wushuang, saying, "Beauties, you've arrived."
Leng Wushuang turned his head towards the direction the man in black had flown off in. A moment of confusion crossed his face, but he quickly regained his composure and remained as cold as ever. He elegantly lifted the hem of his robe and surprisingly entered the house first.
Isoro was slightly taken aback, then quickly followed after him.
"Huh? You're even more impatient than me." The female bandit leader was overjoyed, rubbing her hands together as she followed her into the house.
Two large red candles were burning in the room, their light filling the entire space. Leng Wushuang stood by the bedside in the room. In the candlelight, his eyes were like cold stars, and his face was like jade. He looked even more handsome than before.
"If you're sure you want me, then let him go. I don't like having anyone watching me." He said coldly, his expression filled with disgust, his brows furrowed, his long fingers hovering over his buttons.
It seems that he is willing to sacrifice himself to save Isoro.
"No!" Ishiro rushed over and stood by the bed, tugging at her sleeve, looking pitifully at the female bandit leader. "I don't want to leave my brother. If you kick me out, I'll kill myself."
Her female sword had already been confiscated by the other female bandits in the stronghold. When she spoke, she habitually reached for her sword, only to find it empty.
An overwhelming sense of fear immediately filled her heart.
"Whether it's a solo flight or a duo flight, I don't care." The female bandit leader rubbed her hands together happily and smiled at Leng Wushuang, "As long as one of them is you, I don't care."
Leng Wushuang's eyes grew even colder, his thin lips were pale and tightly pursed, and he reached out and unbuttoned the first button, saying coldly, "Get him out of here first."
In the candlelight, his fair neck was slightly exposed, exuding an indescribable allure. The female bandit leader was immediately captivated, her mouth practically watering on the spot.
Over the years, she had forcibly taken many young masters, but this was the first time she had encountered one with such noble bearing and handsome looks.
Especially when he has a cold expression, there is an indescribable aura about him.
"Alright, I'll get him out of here right now." Her eyes swept over Wu Shilang, a slight regret in them, but she quickly dismissed it. What was the point of regret? They were all in her own stronghold anyway, and everything was already within her grasp.
Thinking of this, she raised her head and was about to walk towards Ishiro.
Isoro rushed over and gave Leng Wushuang a bear hug, tears streaming down his face, crying, "Wushuang, Wushuang, Wushuang..."