Seeing the stunned looks on the crowd's faces, Song Qingshu gave a wry smile from the side. "Little Junior Sister, your charm is truly outrageous."
Hearing his teasing, Xiaolongnü's delicate brows knit slightly. She did not reply, while the crowd finally came to its senses.
"She's with that Song!"
"Kill the Song bastard!"
"Take the woman alive!"
The crowd shouted over one another. Song Qingshu had not expected his casual remark to bring trouble upon Xiaolongnü, but he soon accepted it. To these soldierly scum, encountering a celestial beauty alone in the wilderness would make them lust-crazed even without his presence.
Sensing the burning desire in their eyes, even Xiaolongnü, normally as still as an ancient well, could not help feeling anger. As the soldiers charged toward her, she flashed forward to meet them head-on.
"Ah! Huh? Ow..."
Everyone saw only a flash of white before a sharp pain shot through their wrists. They could no longer hold their weapons, which clattered to the ground one after another. They stared in horror at the woman standing some distance away.
Xiaolongnü had already returned to where she stood. Her twin swords were sheathed, and she remained there calmly, her robes fluttering like those of some mysterious sprite.
"Run! Hurry!"
The lust had vanished from the soldiers' eyes, leaving behind only profound terror. They had no idea whether the white-clad woman before them was an immortal fairy or a demoness. How else could she wield such miraculous swordsmanship?
Seeing that she had not killed them, the group felt as though they had been granted a pardon. They fled outside in panic, and in the blink of an eye, only Song Qingshu and Xiaolongnü remained in the cave.
"Why didn't you kill them?" Song Qingshu frowned slightly. Once those men returned, they would