Thursday, August 22, 2024

TVSWWD - Chapter 118 - Mind your own business

 Because the two-horned horses were larger than ordinary horses, and there were ten of them in Murong Yun's group, they attracted the attention of the group even if they were not close yet.

At a table inside, two strong men and a little girl were sitting, while the rest of the people quietly surrounded the three of them.

Among them, there was a strong man with half a beard who looked like a leader. He seemed to be drinking from a big bowl carelessly, but his eyes were looking over calmly.

Seeing this, Murong Yun no longer hesitated, but drove her horse directly over.

This should be a roadside tea shack for entertaining guests. In addition to the wooden shack set up to shelter from the wind and snow, there are also two store wooden huts.

At this time, except for a dozen Pingyun people who looked like foreigners, there was only a timid couple standing near the stove by the door, their heads lowered clearly frightened.

"Little cub, do you want to eat? If you don't want, you still have to even if I pry your mouth open today!"

Except for the brawny leader who was secretly looking at and observing Murong Yun and her party, the other man with a fierce look and a bad temper. He was smashing the steamed bun in his hand in front of the little girl.

The little girl lowered her head, holding a white ball in her hands. Even when facing the angry man, she did not say a word, but shrank her shoulders.

At this moment, Murong Yun had already driven her horse to the front of the tea shed. She dismounted neatly, and behind her, the well-trained Luan guards followed.

Especially after Murong Yun entered the tea shed, she casually put down the hat on her head, revealing her stunningly beautiful face, which instantly caused a burst of gasps.

How could those people from Pingyun country get the chance to see such a beauty on ordinary days?

Even the man who had smashed the buns in anger couldn't help but look obsessed at this time. Just as he was about to get up, he was held down by the strong man standing still and drinking.

Seeing the warning in the strong man's eyes, the man pointed at the horned beasts tied outside the tea shed. The man calmed down, but his eyes still turned back to Murong Yun.

Murong Yun exposed her true face on purpose. He had long heard that many Pingyun people had infiltrated here, many of them were soldiers, and some even went to the villages to burn, kill and loot on a large scale. It was very abominable.

Logically speaking, the original owner was good-looking and attractive. If the other party came just to steal, he would definitely take action.

But looking at it now, they held back, was it just because they are wart of her Luan guards?

Murong Yun slowly and leisurely glanced at those people, and picked out one of them who was shy and winked at him. The other person immediately choked on his drink and coughed, his face turned red.

Seeing this, Murong Yun raised the corner of her mouth slightly and subconsciously showed a smile. She chose a table and sat down. Luan guards behind her also gathered three tables. They were all sitting upright, with the group of lazy and rude Pingyun people.

"Master... there is an expert."

Luan Yi observed those people and whispered to Murong Yun. To be called an expert by Luan Yi, there must be a seventh level among them.

Seventh-level people are rare in South Chu. Would they go to a small teahouse on the roadside of the enemy's country and drink in this cold weather?

"Shopkeeper? This guest is here, why don't you serve hot tea? This lady has a lot of money."

Murong Yun shouted loudly to the store owner and his wife who were huddled in the corner of the stove. While speaking, she fumbled for two golden beans from her waist. Her actions were very generous.

But the couple didn't look happy as if they had gotten a big deal, but looked carefully at the strong man who hadn't moved.

Until the irritable man glared at them fiercely and shouted in a rough voice: "What are you looking at? Why are you so stupid? Do you not want to make money?"

As soon as these words came out, the couple got up and quickly made tea with hot water on the stove and brought it to them.

Over there, after the rude man yelled at the store owner and his wife, he casually glanced at the little kid whom he had sacrificed many brothers to capture.

But he saw that little kid, lowering her head and secretly taking that steamed bun to feed...the little rabbit in her arms.

The little rabbit didn't know anything, and was twitching its ears slightly, eating happily.

"You little brat, do you know how precious food is? Believe it or not, I will skin and roast this rabbit later!"

If it weren't for the fact that there was no food for the winter, Pingyun Kingdom would not have mobilized a whole country to come to South Chu to grab food.

Not to mention that in this cold weather, instead of drinking milk tea and eating kebabs in the tent, he would come here to kidnap a little kid.

But even if the man was so angry, the little girl still fed the rabbit by herself, leaving the man with only the top of her hair. The man couldn't help it this time. He stood up and snatched the steamed bun that was half eaten by the rabbit from the little girl's hand. 

He stretched out his big hand, forcibly lifted the little girl's face, took the steamed bun and stuffed it into the little girl's mouth...

Even the rude Murong Yun couldn't stand this action.

"Bah, let me go."

The little girl finally made some movement. She turned her head away with difficulty, avoiding the steamed bun in her mouth. Her immature face was full of tears, but she was still young and her eyes were very stubborn.

Even in this situation, she didn't cry loudly. She just said with red eyes: "Don't think that I don't know what you want to do. You just want to catch me and threaten my father. Dream on."

"Even if I starve to death, I won't let you succeed!"

Unexpectedly, this little girl looked like she was only seven or eight years old, but she looked pretty good to the fierce-looking man.

"Humph, little brat, you don't have any say in this matter. Even if it's just a trick, I will definitely let you live until that time!"

The grumpy man threw away the steamed bun and picked up the hot soup on the table. He didn't care that the soup was still steaming, but he really wanted to pour it to the little brat to drink.

This time, the little girl's eyes were really a little scared, but she still kept her mouth shut tightly, hugged the rabbit in her arms, and looked directly at the man.

But this man really has no concept of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, let alone a little girl from an enemy country. He tilted the bowl to pour.

Even now, no one from the Pingyun Kingdom stopped them, even the burly man who vaguely led them just watched.

"Tsk, what a rude and reckless man. How can you do that to such a cute little girl?"

Murong Yun saw that the little girl was going to suffer, so she swung the long whip around her waist and wrapped it around the man's wrist holding the soup. She pulled hard with the five fingers of her right hand and knocked the bowl of soup to the ground.

At the same time, she also got up with Luan Yi and walked towards the table.

With this movement, the opponent, who was originally a lazy man in various shapes, instantly tensed up his body. What's more, he already took out the knife under the table.

Murong Yun casually glanced at the shape. Compared with the swords commonly used by Nan Chu, those swords had a larger curvature on the back. They were weapons commonly used by the Pingyun Army.

These people are indeed soldiers of the Pingyun Kingdom, and this leader, with a seventh-level strength, actually wants to sneak in and catch someone personally?

"This girl."

On that table, only the seventh-level leader was still sitting, holding a bowl of hot wine in his hand. He looked at Murong Yun with warning and threat in his eyes, and he finally spoke:

"You should stay out and mind your own busines. Don't you understand this, girl?"





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