A casual storm, carefree and fearless.

The mournful sound of the withered grass, even the snort of the horses carried the silence of time.

The two sides are at a stalemate, but ...... It didn't take long.

"There you go."

The bearded man at the head turned his head slightly, and whispered softly to the big man with his ears coming, and then saw the big man with a mouth full of yellow teeth, walking towards the swordsmen.

The swordsmen took a step back in unison, but the iron swords in their hands were still pointed straight at each other.

The big man was not afraid at all, he glanced at the other party with disdain, his nostrils were soaring, his mouth full of yellow teeth was aimed at the swordsmen, and his voice was shocking, "Leave the sedan chair behind, and let you little bastards go!" ”

"Duh! How cowardly are we! Encore fights! ”

A swordsman in the crowd was filled with righteous indignation, his face was hideous, and his body leaned slightly, as if an off-string arrow was about to shoot into the enemy's heart, and his eyes were about to burst.

"Humph!"

The big man snorted disdainfully, and was about to stride forward to pull this kid out, but before he could move, he heard a long and calm voice, "Slow!" ”

The big man raised the sparse eyebrows on his broad forehead, and looked at the right rear surrounded by the swordsmen in surprise, but he really didn't expect that it was really a person inside, or a woman!

His face was suddenly overjoyed, and he paced again and again, overlapping his palms, and couldn't help but be happy: "Great goodness!" ”

Even the bandits behind them were full of joy, their eyes glowing green, and they were full of greed

This side is noisy, but the other side is indifferent.

A retro red robe dragged the floor, red like fire, like blood, particularly eye-catching under the reflection of a black and gray linen cloth.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes were slightly stunned, their bodies were stiff, and they saw Xia Ji's posture upright, his hands folded in his abdomen dignifiedly, his feet stepping on clogs, and the sound of falling steps seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts.

There are few silent steps, birds and horses are singing, and people are lonely.

"Big brother, look at the stunning beauty!" The big man took three steps and two steps, and ran to the bearded man, his body trembling with excitement.

"Attention, Tiger!" The bearded man suddenly woke up from the shock of Xia Ji's beauty, and his first sentence was to reprimand the big man, and his right hand holding the iron sword couldn't help but clench.

"No!" The tiger made a compilation with both hands, and slowly retreated behind him, just looking at Xia Ji with unblinking eyes, as if he was a first-class treasure.

"What does Ji have to say?!"

The leader looked at Xia Ji, his eyes were not angry and powerful and glared slightly, but under the two eyes, Xia Ji just looked at the leader calmly, without fear.

"I am willing to go with you, and I ask you to let them go."

When Xia Ji said this, he was not humble or silent, he still had a rigorous demeanor and a noble attitude, as if this was not a request, but just a trivial matter.

"Daughter?!"

"We won't leave!" The swordsmen were stunned, and looked at Xia Ji in disbelief, who needed their protection all the way.

Slender woman, stumbling and scattered.

It was just their previous impression of all the Mei Ji, but this time......

Pu Wei is also strong, delicate and not slack.

The slender and slender Xia Ji in front of them completely subverted their perception of the previous Mei Ji, and while the swordsmen were moved in their hearts, they also ignited the raging anger of the battle.

One by one, they glanced at each other, raised their swords, and stepped forward in unison, glaring at the bandits, intending to fight to the death!

"Stand back!"

Xia Ji glanced back, his starry eyes swept towards the people behind him, his voice contained a momentum of not being angry but threatening, and he waved the sleeves of his wide robe and never looked at them again.

On the contrary, the bearded leader in front of him was full of interest in his eyes, full of plundering and encroachment, and the corners of his mouth were hooked, and he did not interrupt.

With a slight lift of his left hand, the eyes of the excited bandits suddenly became solemn, and with a pull on the reins, he stepped on his horse, retreated quickly and left three miles in the blink of an eye, leaving only one man and one horse here.

Xia Ji was silent, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the shadow was cast on her porcelain-like face, and she couldn't see her expression clearly, only her slightly pursed lips could be detected.

It has the quality of a soldier! It seems that this person is not an ordinary bandit.

The bearded leader looked at Xia Ji, Xia Ji lowered his head slightly, and there was less noise among the bandits around him, and he was suddenly silent.

The swordsmen were at a loss with their swords in both hands, and they did not intend to take this opportunity to kill the leader of the bandits standing alone in front of them.

They pursed their lips, their faces pale, and their hearts were already condemned with the most uneasy heart, and some of them had even raised their iron swords to their necks.

Who doesn't want to live like a big man? But it is unbearable to be rebuked by conscience in such a life.

In this era, people pay the most attention to promises, value ghosts and gods, and once promised, the oath can be established and punished by ghosts and gods.

Therefore, the leader stood here with one person and one horse, and he did not feel dangerous, on the contrary, he thought that Xia Ji was also a person who said the same.

Xia Ji turned around, dragged the floor in his red robe and walked straight over, frowned secretly, looked at the man who put the iron sword on his neck, beckoned, and spoke in a voice as thin as a mosquito and a fly, silently.

Subsequently...... Xia Ji walked towards the waiting leader, his pace was still steady, and he was not timid at all.

The leader raised his eyebrows, and through Xia Ji's slender figure, he saw that the swordsman had a faint joy on his face, and even the iron sword in his hand was trembling and clenched slightly, his brows furrowed, and then he was relieved.

When he arrived at his territory, the leader smiled slightly, no tricks were useless!

"Let's go!" The leader stopped his waist and threw Xia Ji directly on the horse, and then quickly stepped on it and walked away.

……

Xia Ji sat straight in front, feeling the fierce wind, his eyes narrowed slightly, the leader sat behind him and crossed Xia Ji's waist and pulled the reins, knowing Xia Ji's embarrassment at this time, but he didn't move, and the speed of the horse was getting faster and faster.

Xia Ji still maintained a straight posture, his black hair was sassy, his red robe was bulging, and he flew up with the wind, like a lonely goose.

After a while, Xia Ji only heard a sigh in his ears, and his waist was immediately strangled by the man behind him, and he slammed into his strong chest, and a warm breath accompanied by the sound of the wind fluttered in his ears.

"So stubborn?" The mellow man's voice is like old wine, mellow and warm, just... The force under the big palm was not as calm as it seemed, and he tightened his waist fiercely, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of bones rubbing.

But Xia Ji just pursed his lips, his brows did not wrinkle, his eyes looked calmly ahead, and he only secretly waited for the time to come.

In the end, the man seemed helpless, and sighed helplessly.

He moved his big palm, tightened the reins with his right hand, pressed Xia Ji's waist with his left hand, and flipped in the air. ”

"Haha......" A pleasant voice came from the man's chest, obviously Xia Ji had just broken the calm surprise and pleased the man in front of him.

Xia Ji's pupils shrank, watching the scenery in front of him flip, after a trance, the night was deep, and the shadows of the trees were about to fall.

Then what fell in front of him was a sweatshirt made of linen, and before Xia Ji could react, he was pressed into the undershirt by the force that came from behind, and the tip of his nose slammed into the opponent's chest, and the smell of blood mixed with sweat rushed in.