A black gust of wind swept across the ground as Meng Fuyao swung the whip in her hand and placed it on the man's throat. She raised her arm and tried to drag him over, but the man's martial arts skills were not low. He had merely lost his composure due to his pants covering his head. With a flick of his hand, a golden ray of light appeared, drawing a bright arc of starlight that went straight for Meng Fuyao's chest. The force was so fierce that Meng Fuyao shrank back. The man had covered dozens of feet in one move and was about to escape.
Meng Fuyao stomped her feet and was about to pounce on him when the man's feet suddenly slanted, as if he had stepped on a stone or sprained his ankle. His body tilted and he fell down.
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed. She jumped up and sat on the man's back, proudly crossing her legs. "F * ck, I told you you couldn't get away!"
She crossed her legs and suddenly felt that something was wrong. She lowered her head and remembered that she had already taken off her pants. Only her robe covered her lower body. When she crossed her legs, her breasts were exposed.
In the dark of the night, her slender legs were exposed under the black robe. They were pure white, perfectly straight, and smooth, like a pair of jade pillars carved by a famous craftsman. They reflected the silvery glow of the moonlight, and it was very captivating.
A faint chuckle came from the darkness.
Meng Fuyao's face darkened. She quickly covered her legs with the robe and comforted herself that she was not like the men of this era who had nothing underneath their pants. She was lucky that she was wearing her own underwear … Uh, did he see it just now?
Meng Fuyao raised her head and glared at the man in front of her. "Hey, why are you hiding behind the tree? Are you a thief?"
The chuckle gradually stopped, and a light-colored silhouette slowly emerged from behind the tree. It was a man in a loose robe with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the tree with a smile.
On his shoulder was a certain fat man with fluttering white fur, leaning against his master's cheek. His paws were crossed over his chest, and his legs were slightly crossed.
"Seeing that you haven't come for a long time, we thought you needed toilet paper, so we came to deliver it." Yuan Zhaoxu smiled innocently at the angry Meng Fuyao.
Lord Ingot immediately bowed and raised a crumpled piece of paper with his claws, respectfully holding it over his head.
Meng Fuyao knew at once that this fellow was ridiculing her. Why would he be so polite? It was obviously laughing at her.
The more she thought about it, the more hatred she felt. She exerted more force on her buttocks, causing the guy beneath her to scream in pain. She sealed his acupoint and used her whip to hook his pants over. She then grabbed the pants in her hand and looked up at the other two.
They looked at her calmly and did not move.
Fuyao widened her eyes and looked again.
Those two were still standing calmly across from her.
She felt her hair stand on end. Swallowing her saliva, she said helplessly, "Hey, can you turn around? I want to change."
Yuan Zhaoxu blinked and actually answered, "No."
"Bang!"
"Why can't I if others can?" Yuan Zhaoxu's answer was strange.
Suddenly, she leaped up and scooped it up with one hand. With a flash of snow, her slender legs were already in her loose trousers. With a twist of her fingers, she tightened the belt and with a twist of her body, she pounced into the thicket behind her.
At the same time, with a flash of white light, Lord Ingot leapt out from Yuan Zhaoxu's shoulder. His movements were extremely light, and wherever he passed, the leaves didn't even tremble.
"Ah!"
Almost instantly, a loud scream rang out.
Suddenly, a man in grey jumped out of the bushes behind him. He covered his bloody ear and jumped around madly. There was a snow-white thing hanging on his ear. It bounced up and down along with his shaking movements, but it refused to let go of the ear.
The man in gray desperately tried to pull Yuan Bao away, shouting fiercely, "You brat, how dare you touch your grandfather! Do you know who I am? Grandpa's little finger … "
"I won't touch your toes, but I'll touch your pig head!"
With that, Fuyao's body shot out like a bolt of lightning. The black dagger drew a line darker than the night sky, and in the blink of an eye, it was already at the man's throat.
When the tip of the dagger came into contact with the skin, it felt like a fork poking a fish at the bottom of the water, slippery to the touch. The man's body twisted strangely, and somehow escaped from the dagger's range.
But Fuyao didn't waste any time to be surprised. She pounced on the man with her dagger, elbows, palms, kicks, and shoulders. A series of swift and fierce close-range attacks were launched at lightning speed, leaving the man no time to catch his breath. Although the man's body was slippery as if he had been smeared with oil, the storm-like attacks within a short period of time still caused him to be hit repeatedly. Every three moves, there would be a hit. With the explosive power and speed that Fuyao had trained in, she beat him until he couldn't help but cry out in pain.
'F * ck! You bastard, how dare you hide behind the bushes. Didn't I let you see me from start to finish? '
The more Fuyao thought about it, the angrier she got. The more she hit, the more ruthless she became. Her eyes lit up, and her punches rained down on the man like a gust of wind.
Yuan Zhaoxu stood where he was and watched with a smile. His fingers, which were secretly clasped under his sleeves, finally loosened.
The one-sided battle was nearing its end. When Fuyao threw a punch, the unlucky man subconsciously tried to block it. Who knew that Fuyao would suddenly retract her fist?
The man was stunned, and his hand froze in mid-air.
"Bang!"
Meng Fuyao took advantage of his momentary daze to deliver another vicious punch.
A dull thud.
"Despicable …"
The man in gray fell to the ground with a thud.
Fuyao blew on her fist in a carefree manner and giggled. "Despicable is the passport of the despicable. Stupid is the epitaph of the stupid."
*****
After tying the man in gray to a tree, Fuyao sized him up and shook her head.
"Look at him. He's so skinny, as if he was squeezed between two doors."
Yuan Zhaoxu couldn't help but laugh. The man in gray was indeed a strange sight. He was exceptionally tall and skinny, with a long and narrow body. Even his face was narrow like an eel. Fuyao was very curious about how slippery his body was during the battle. After looking at him for a long time, she felt that there was nothing unusual about him other than his pale skin.
She turned around and saw the faint pity in Yuan Zhaoxu's eyes. "You know him?"
"No, I know this race," Yuan Zhaoxu said. "The Hidden Mermaid Clan of the Fufeng Coast."
"Hidden Mermaid Clan?"
Yuan Zhaoxu grunted. "Fufeng Country is located in the Lake of Hubei, where the most dangerous area with the densest reefs is Rakshasa Island. Legend has it that an ancient country sank there, so there are countless treasures at the bottom of the sea. It's just that it's a reef zone and an extremely narrow trench that ordinary seafarers can't enter. Only the Hidden Mermaid Clan, who were born and raised on Rakshasa Island, can do so. Their children are brought into the sea at the age of three to constantly practice their skills in the narrow crevices. Only when they are proficient in swimming can they become like a fish. These children have been practicing such skills since they were young and have lived underwater for many years, causing their bodies and skin to develop abnormally. Moreover, there are often strange sea beasts at the bottom of the sea, and they have learned to hide their bodies and aura. That's why they're called the Hidden Mermaid Clan. Because of these skills, they're also top-notch thieves and killers. "
"Oh, no wonder I didn't notice that he was hiding nearby." Meng Fuyao came to a sudden realization and laughed. "I'll ask about the Hidden Mermaid Clan later. Let's get rid of this bastard first." She grabbed the man she had sat on and slapped him awake.
As soon as the man opened his eyes, he was bombarded by Meng Fuyao's questions.
"What's your father's name?"
"What's your mother's surname?"
"How many older sisters do you have?"
"How many younger brothers do you have?"
"How old were you when you first wet your bed?"
"Do you wear clothes when you shower?"
"Do you like to wash your face with honey locust or pancreas?"
…
"Whose subordinate are you?"
A series of random questions rained down on him like a storm. The man was already dizzy and subconsciously answered every question, so he was naturally unprepared for the last one.
"I'm under Lord Fang of the Ceremonial Guard of Prince Qi's Residence …"
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