Inside the thatched cottage, on the wooden bed, Xiao Die cried out and struggled.
The one-eyed bandit laughed loudly. One hand clamped around Xiao Die's neck, restraining her movements, while the other tore at her clothes. After only a few tugs, large swathes of snowy-white skin were exposed.
Xiao Die's heart turned to ashes. Just then, a dark figure suddenly appeared behind the bandit.
Before the window frame, beneath the moonlight, the shadow was like a life-reaping ghost, carrying the damp stench of blood.
"Husband!" Xiao Die saw that familiar figure, and delight burst from her eyes.
The one-eyed bandit was abruptly startled. As he turned, a flash of saber light swept past.
The bandit immediately raised a hand to clutch his neck, staggering backward as blood seeped through his fingers. A hoarse gurgle came from his throat. "You..."
He had barely uttered one word before he collapsed limply to the ground, his body convulsing without end.
Huddled in the corner of the bed, Xiao Die trembled at the pungent smell of blood. From childhood to adulthood, she had never even killed a chicken, much less seen a dead person.
With a clang, the woodcutter's blade fell to the floor, jolting Xiao Die from her panic.
She hurriedly looked toward the dark figure before the bed.
"Xiao Die..." Lu Ye's voice was exceedingly weak, the result of excessive blood loss. "Run!"
The only reason he had managed to force himself inside and kill the bandit who had tried to violate Xiao Die was the support of his powerful will. He did not want this kind and beautiful woman to suffer the slightest harm.
After saying that, his body went slack, and he fell to the floor. A pool of deep red spread beneath him.
"Husband!" Xiao Die finally came back