He is indeed very professional, even in his daydreams he doesn't forget his transportation business.
Isoro slowly looked at Leng Wushuang, his eyes filled with contemplation.
"Wushuang, you're so beautiful. I was thinking, how about we try some disguises?"
Leng Wushuang clenched his fist, on the verge of a breakdown and going berserk.
“Look, this is what I’m thinking,” Wu Shilang moved over and sat down next to Leng Wushuang. “If you dressed up as a girl or something, you might be able to escape if you were robbed.”
As she spoke, she pulled the pale purple dress out of her bundle.
Leng Wushuang closed his eyes repeatedly, his chest heaving violently, then with a swift motion, he drew the sword from his back and pointed it, panting heavily.
"Wushuang, are you tired of carrying it?" Wushilang automatically took this as Leng Wushuang's initiative to make friends, so he used a little force to snatch Leng Wushuang's sword, hugged it to his chest, and rubbed his shoulder against Leng Wushuang with a smile, his expression full of ambiguity.
"You..." Leng Wushuang felt weak and her blood was rash, "This idiot!"
"Your insults make me very happy!"
Isoro nodded with a smile, and casually tidied his hair on the back. He said happily, "Wushuang, I understand what you mean. As the saying goes, 'A beating is a sign of affection, and scolding is a sign of love.' You're shy and embarrassed to confess to me, so I'm using this method. I understand, I understand all of this."
She had the appearance of a virtuous and gentle woman.
Leng Wushuang was completely speechless.
He silently stared at Igarashi for a moment, then silently turned away, his expression calm as he continued to look at the trees rushing past outside the car window, clenching his fists and silently reciting in his mind: "Heaven will entrust great responsibilities to those who are destined for them, and will first test their will and resolve..."
After repeating this a hundred times, my mood gradually returned to calm.
The old man driving the cart, after navigating a few small hills, suddenly perked up and dutifully took on the role of tour guide: "So, this place is at the foot of the legendary Black Wind Village..."
Isoro listened speechlessly to his description, "The women here are all beautiful and intelligent, the people here are all chivalrous, the flowers here are beautiful, the trees here are tall..."
He made a lot of noise, spitting even more saliva, which dripped from his white beard, making him look extremely lewd.
He was having so much fun that he even stopped his car.
“If we’re lucky, we might even encounter a real robbery,” the old man turned around, his eyes gleaming, “a robbery by the chieftain…”
Isoro remained silent, watching him in quiet contemplation.
I really don't understand what benefit robbery would bring to someone who transports livestock back and forth every day.
“Robbery…” The voice was deep and powerful, with a strong stereo echo.
Sure enough, one shouldn't gossip about others in broad daylight. Before anyone knew it, the edge of the woods was filled with a line of fierce female bandits, each holding a gleaming broadsword.
The leader, riding a horse, had a face full of fleshy muscles, and arms, chest, and waist as strong as an iron tower.
Upon seeing Leng Wushuang and Wushilang in the car, his eyes immediately crossed. Then, with a broad, imposing stance, he exclaimed to them, "My beauties..."
Both Wu Shilang and Leng Wushuang shuddered in the car.
Her lung capacity is truly extraordinary.
The lingering sound echoed for a long time in the woods.
As a result, female bandits began to grope Leng Wushuang and Wushilang.
Leng Wushuang's face froze, her hand gripping the golden sword. She weakly performed the Drunken Flowing Clouds Sword Technique on the carriage. Although she had no internal energy, she still managed to stab away several female bandits.
The prolonged battle had greatly angered the female bandit leader.
Wu Shilang hid in a corner of the car, trying his best not to bother Leng Wushuang.
Having lost his power, Leng Wushuang's sword strokes became increasingly difficult, and a hint of anxiety even appeared on his face. He turned to Goruro and roared, "Run!"
He bit his lip hard, drawing beads of blood.
But the strength in his hands gradually ran out.
Gritting his teeth, Isoro jumped off the bus.
He had only taken two steps when he was surrounded by three or four female bandits and trapped in the middle.
"Wushuang, don't worry about me, just run!" Wushilang turned back pitifully to look at Leng Wushuang, who was drenched in cold sweat. "Run, run!"
She waved her hand calmly and said earnestly, "Wushuang, you must rather die than submit to me and preserve your chastity!!!"
Leng Wushuang's veins bulged, he was furious, and he almost threw the sword in his hand at Wu Shilang.
The female bandit leader rode forward, laughing wildly, "None of you can escape! You'll all become my husbands! I've been running Black Wind Stronghold for so long, and this is the first time I've seen two such handsome husbands!"
As she spoke, she swung her long sword and slashed down at Leng Wushuang's sword with great force.
Leng Wushuang staggered back a few steps, her face pale. She could no longer hold the sword firmly, and it clattered to the side of the carriage.
The intense fighting had drained him of his energy. He leaned against the carriage, coldly watching the scene unfold, and made no further moves.
“I like your stubbornness.” The female bandit leader laughed wildly as she reached out to Leng Wushuang, trying to lift his chin.
Leng Wushuang's eyes shone brightly, filled with raging anger. He exuded an innate arrogance. He mustered his strength and drew his second sword, holding it horizontally across his chest, leaving the female bandit leader's hand frozen in mid-air.
"Beautiful lady, come touch me, I'm more tender than him." Goruro smiled and beckoned, while throwing a flirtatious wink.
This made the female bandit leader burst out laughing.
“That’s interesting,” she laughed, clapped her hands, and gathered the female bandits together. “There’s plenty of time. Let’s go back to the stronghold first.”
Then other female bandits came and tugged at Leng Wushuang's sleeve.
Leng Wushuang glared at him, his coldness chilling, which actually frightened the female bandit who was pulling him back a few steps.
“If you hold her captive, I will go with you,” he said coldly, “but you are not allowed to touch me, or I will take you all down with me.”
He has an extremely arrogant personality.
He never allowed anyone to get close to him. In the past, many female warriors in the martial arts world chased after him, but none of them ever came within five steps of him.
Especially in the current situation.
The female bandit leader paused for a moment, then laughed heartily, "Then everyone should stay away from him and keep a close eye on that one."
With just a glance, she could see another young, doll-like face, which was obviously of great significance to Leng Wushuang.
As a result, a dozen or so female bandits immediately surrounded Ishiro, and one of them even touched her face, causing her great discomfort.
"Your Majesty, please take me with you."
I completely forgot about the old man who was driving the carriage.
The old man driving the cart, with his white goatee twitching and starry-eyed expression, exclaimed in reverence, "Let me go too! At least I can drive livestock! I can even sacrifice myself for the village!"
Wu Shilang and Leng Wushuang were completely shocked by his strong nerves.
Even the ruthless female bandit leader couldn't help but be moved.
For bandits, it's rare to find a staunch supporter. If you don't bring such a talent along, you'd be letting down your fellow villagers.
So, with a wave of her arm, she commanded with great enthusiasm, "Take the driver along too, so that he can further explore our village and spread its goodness."
The old man driving the cart ran up and down, and shouted angrily at the struggling Wu Shilang: "Don't even think about running away. You two behave yourselves, and our Black Wind Stronghold will not treat you badly."
I got into character pretty quickly!
It immediately gave me a sense of belonging to the Black Wind Stronghold.
Seeing his face covered in drool, Isoro decided to remain silent.
The mountain path was rugged and uneven. Wu Shilang was being pushed along by the female bandits, and he would occasionally look back at Leng Wushuang.
He was clearly in poor condition. Using his sword as a crutch, he breathed heavily with every step, sweat streaming down his smooth cheeks. He bit his lip tightly, frowning as he struggled to keep up with those behind him.
It made Ishiro want to cry!
"Catch up, you all!" The old driver was in high spirits and still vigorous for his age. Seeing that Leng Wushuang was walking slowly, he actually ran over and scolded her.
Leng Wushuang frowned impatiently and looked over coldly. Immediately, a powerful cold current swept over the old man, who shrank back and began to climb the mountain in silence.
It took them a full hour and a half to climb before they reached the top.
The mountaintop was covered with small wooden cabins, which looked gray and gloomy at first glance. There were people standing in front of each cabin, and when they saw the female bandit leader return, they cheered and ran over.
"Your Majesty, what new and exciting thing is it this time?"
“There are two men.” The ruthless female bandit leader smiled smugly, then moved her massive body aside, revealing Leng Wushuang and Wu Shilang behind her.
All the women in the village gasped in shock.
These two young masters are so handsome.
The smaller one was delicate and adorable, with big eyes, a small nose, and a touch of red lips, like a cute little kitten; the older one, however, had a cold and aloof demeanor, with a face like jade, eyes like cold stars, and an air of arrogance.
The two of them standing there resembled an extremely beautiful and harmonious ink painting.
No wonder the leader looked so smug.
Everyone was both envious and jealous, and their eyes unconsciously revealed their resentment.
The head of the gang smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Besides the two young masters, I've also brought up a mature man."
Everyone's enthusiasm was immediately aroused to its peak.
Everyone craned their necks to look behind the two young masters. Then, from behind Leng Wushuang and Wu Shilang, a hunched figure slowly walked out, waving his hand, missing teeth, and smiling as he called out, "Hello everyone, I'm late... I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting!"
Everyone fell silent.
The one who came out was actually an old cart driver who was wholeheartedly devoted to the village and determined to sacrifice himself for it.
Then, the female bandits, looking dejected, walked back to their respective houses.
Before long, only Wushuang and a few others remained on the mountaintop.
The female bandit leader chuckled, scratching her head, and said to the old man driving the cart, "They prefer women with fair skin and smooth faces."
The old man driving the carriage was in tears, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked at Wu Shilang and Leng Wushuang. He sighed and said with a deep melancholy, "Does this mean all the good things have to be taken by those two?"
Pfft, Goruro's saliva sprayed out.
This old man is so talented!
Leng Wushuang and Wu Shilang were arranged to share a room.
Every half-cup of tea's time, people would change from inside to outside the house. All the young ladies of Black Wind Village lined up to watch Young Master Leng and Wu Shilang.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at his pitiful appearance, it's heartbreaking..."
"Yes, yes, I really want to hold him in my arms and kiss him properly!"