Chapter 152: 152Flowers flying everywhere
Chapter 152 152Flowers flying everywhere
Further south of the Wright Kingdom, in the territory of another kingdom, various corpses were lying scattered on the remote roads.
Among the corpses wearing orange military uniforms, there were corpses of people wearing various clothes.
"Hahahaha! This time we are rich!" At the end of the corpse, a strong man stepped on the body of an officer and soldier, holding a **** sword, and looked down at the three girls who fell to the ground.
Another thin man also carried a long sword, with an obscene expression on his face, and echoed with a sly smile: "Yes! So many beauties! Hehehehehe!"
The officer who was trampled under his feet tried hard to raise his head, and threatened with difficulty: "Are you crazy? Dare to hijack the Viscount's convoy?"
The strong man sneered and stepped on the other party hard: "It doesn't matter, our people are almost dead anyway, there are only a few of us left. When the time comes we take the money and run away, who will know it's us What did you do?"
“Your Majesty the Viscount... I will definitely not let you go!” The officer gritted his teeth and wanted to turn over and lift off the foot that was stepping on him.
"Go to hell! You talkative guy!" The thinner bandit thrust his sword into the officer's back, which resulted in the officer's final scream.
When the officer was completely silent, the thin man drew out his sword and asked excitedly: "Brother, how are we going to separate...hehehehehe!"
"You one, me two, these girls are so beautiful, their skin is so white! Hey hey hey!" He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, but couldn't stop more saliva from flowing out. The strong man didn't show any signs of it. Conceal your own savagery.
The thin man didn’t mind either. He nodded and agreed readily: “Okay! When you’re done playing, leave it to me. I’ll enjoy it again!”
“No problem! Hahaha!” The strong bandit laughed proudly. Of course he was very proud. The convoy that the group of them had worked so hard to rob contained not only a large box of gold coins, but also three beautiful girls. How could he not be excited about this?
The eldest girl hugged the two little girls and shouted sadly: "You! Don't come over! We are the daughters of the Viscount. As long as you let us go, our father will definitely give you a lot of money."
The strong man looked at the box on the carriage and became even more proud: "Money? We have no shortage of money. What we want now is you!"
"Don't come over! You, you... let my two sisters go... let them go, leave here, I will stay." The desperate girl was ready to sacrifice herself to save the lives of her two sisters.
The thin man didn't even bother to lie. He returned the long sword to its scabbard, rubbed his hands and prepared to step forward: "None of you can get away!"
"I said, are you going to do that kind of thing here?" A voice suddenly came from the other side: "Don't you feel disgusted?"
Hearing this sound suddenly, the two bandits were so frightened that their hair stood on end. They immediately turned back to look for the direction from which the sound came: "Who is it?"
A young man was carrying a bag and standing not far away. He curled his lips and looked at the corpses on the ground: "More than thirty people are dead. It seems that you can't live anymore, so you risked your life to rob someone." A noble caravan."
"Shut up! Who are you?" the strong man asked coldly.
The young man pointed to himself and answered naturally: "Me? I'm just passing by."
"Then it's not our fault, anyone who passes by...will die too!" The thin man drew out the long sword from his waist again and walked towards the young man step by step. He was still very confident in his swordsmanship, otherwise he would not have survived the fierce battle just now.
He struck the young man with a sword, but the other party easily dodged the sword and quickly opened a short distance. While dodging, he did not forget to comment: "Far worse than my teacher..." "
The thin bandit stared at the young man and shouted to the strong man behind him: "This is a difficult guy! Let's go together!"
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then his smile became even wider: "There are more people bullying me than there are fewer people?"
"What? We are bandits, what's wrong?" The strong man also surrounded us with a long sword, looking like he was going to attack from both sides.
The young man pulled out a delicate revolver from his arms: "There is nothing wrong, I just made sure."
“Bang!” Before the two of them could react, a gunshot rang out, and the thin man fell down with a groan.
“Now we can be one-on-one.” The young man put his pistol back into his arms and said with a smile.
“Go to hell!” The strong man raised his sword and rushed forward.
“Ha!” The young man also drew out the long sword from his waist and fought with the opponent. He skillfully released his strength, not competing head-on with the strong man for strength, but trying his best to deflect sword blades from as many directions as possible, allowing the opponent to miss again and again.
His movements were very skillful and graceful. After finding the right opportunity to avoid the opponent's chop, the young man turned around and staggered his position. He returned and slashed the strong man's trousers with his long sword.
"Ah!" The pain was instantly transmitted from the strong bandit's legs to his brain. The bandit screamed. When he lowered his head, he saw that blood was already pouring out of the cut in his pants. The young man thought of the sword fight with the strongest guy in school, and looked regretful: "You are too weak..."
He was the one getting beaten at that time, and he learned more with each sword fighting class. Those days were his happiest times, much more interesting than now.
His steps stumbled slightly, and his body avoided the desperate attack of the strong man like a willow catkin. Then he handed the long sword out, and the other party's steps were messy and he bumped into the tip of his sword.
"Ah!" Another scream came, and the strong man staggered back, covering his chest with his hands, looking at the young man in front of him in horror.
"I'm sorry...you...can't be saved." The young man apologized and shook off the blood on his sword. And by the time he cleaned up the blade of his sword and inserted the long sword back into the scabbard on his waist, the strong man was already lying on the ground and could only breathe.
He walked over, looked down at the unconscious bandit, and shook his head: "You are so unlucky to have met me."
Then he raised his head and saw three girls hugging each other nervously not far away, and walked over with a smile.
He stood not far away and did not get close. He just asked curiously: "Why didn't you take the opportunity to escape just now? What if I am a bad guy?"
"Sir, if you can take us out of here and return to our father, we will pay you a large sum of money." The eldest girl gathered her courage and said.
The young man nodded: "Sounds really good."
“Then…” There was a glimmer of hope on the girl’s face.
“I’m just a passer-by, and it’s just a small thing to help. After all, they are bandits, aren’t they?” The young man pointed to the corpse of the bandits lying on the ground and said to the girl.
"Are you willing to take us back?" The girl's voice was trembling because she was a little surprised.
"Why not? The ladies are so cute..." The young man walked up to the girl and extended his palm in a very gentlemanly manner.
The girl shyly put her hand on the young man's hand. She felt the hot temperature from the young man's palm, which made her blush and her heart beat for a moment.
Just when she was about to stand up, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her ankle, which made her cry out: "Ah!"
"Your foot may be sprained...you need to apply some medicine...I'm sorry, I don't mean to be frivolous, but your injury needs to be checked." The young man helped the girl onto the carriage, placed it next to the box of gold coins, and looked down at the girl. The injured part of the child.
He carefully took out the strip of cloth from his luggage, found a small wooden board, carefully fixed the girl's ankle, and tied it with a beautiful bow: "This is much better."
"Thank you, thank you..." The girl was so shy that she thanked her without even raising her head.
"Don't move around, otherwise it may affect your walking. After you go back, you need to see a professional doctor for a good look." The young boy suggested thoughtfully.
Girls are already confused by the boy’s slender fingers with some calluses. She noticed that the boy was wearing a beautiful ring on his ring finger, with a dandelion on it.
By some strange coincidence, the girl forgot her reserve and introduced herself: "My name is Angela, William Angela. I am the eldest daughter of Viscount William."
“My name is Lux, I have no profession.” The young man also introduced himself with a smile.
"Your swordsmanship is really good, and your movements are...beautiful. Why don't you find a job as a guard?" The girl has even begun to fantasize about what a handsome boy will look like guarding behind her.
The young man explained sheepishly: "I am traveling to learn about the world. My teacher told me that there are many scenery worth seeing in this world, so...I came out."
She has money to travel and seems to have a good family background. Her father may not object... For some reason, the girl thought of her father and praised her without any pause: "That sounds really good..."
The boy is obviously also a flirt: "Yeah, after I came out, I did see a lot of beautiful scenery... For example, now... you are so beautiful that it eclipses everything around you."
"Really?" The girl felt as if a deer was bumping against her heart, lowering her head and whispering with a red face. The two sisters next to her were squinting at their elder sister with contempt. They also really like this sunny, handsome boy who can hit and flirt!
"Why should I lie? Has no one ever told you about your beauty?" The young man looked strange.
"I..." The girl felt that all the blood in her body seemed to rush to her face, and a burst of heat short-circuited her head.
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Look, even more, Long Ling didn’t break his promise, right? Hey Hey.
(End of this chapter)