There were several men in black chasing two young women, but the two women were protected by several guards and an old woman. Even so, they suffered a lot of injuries, and their dresses were torn by tree branches while they were running, revealing their snow-white skin vaguely.
Seeing the exposed skin of the two beautiful women, Song Ming's eyes lit up, but he said to Duan Ye beside him with a serious face: "Seeing injustice on the road, do you think we should draw our swords to help?"
Duan Ye glanced at him and said coldly: "I don't know them, so I don't bother to save those two women."
As she turned around and was about to leave, he grabbed her hand and said, "Don't go! If they were two weak women, as men, how could we be manly if we didn't help them? Go, go, go."
Before Duan Ye could recover from his shock, he was dragged forward and shouted, "Let go of those two girls!"
It turned out that the guards, seeing that they could not defeat those people and being injured, actually abandoned the two women and the old woman and fled. Just when those men in black arrested the two women, Song Ming jumped out with Duan Ye.
Duan Ye had a dark baby face and was pulled forward without intending to fight. Seeing the swords in the hands of the men in black coming towards him, he could only grit his teeth and glare at Song Ming, then attacked the men in black with his sword.
Those black-clothed men were at the middle stage of foundation building. If he was outnumbered alone, he would not be afraid of a night of war. However, when several of them attacked him together, he was unable to resist. With a little carelessness, he got several small bloody marks on his body.
He dodged in a panic and looked for Song Ming, but the sight of him almost made him vomit blood in anger.
"Girls, are you okay? Don't worry, those people can't hurt you with me here. Look, your hands are bleeding."
Song Ming supported one of the women and talked about her wound, but his eyes were looking at her vaguely visible chest.
"Young master, thank you for saving my life." The woman he was supporting spoke in a gentle and timid voice. Her pretty face was pale, perhaps because of fright, and there were tears in her eyes. She looked so timid that it made people feel pity for her.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Everything will be alright with me here." He patted the woman's back gently, hugged her in his arms to comfort her, and took the opportunity to take advantage of her.
It was not known whether the woman was shy or afraid, she shrank in his arms and did not move away. Even the other woman who was supported by the old driver did not think it was wrong when she saw this scene, and looked at Song Ming with gratitude like the old woman.
"Song Ming! You pervert! Come over here and help!"
Duan Ye cursed angrily, wielding the sword of a foundation-building cultivator and shouting as he stepped back to avoid the attack. His voice was filled with anger, and even Feng Jiu and Ning Lang, who were sleeping in the tent at the bottom of the mountain path, heard it the moment it came out.
"Don't worry, I'll go help you. It's okay. I won't let anything happen to you while I'm here."
When he saw the beauties, he seemed like a different person. There were only those two beautiful women in his eyes. Even his voice and expression became gentle and affectionate. He almost made Duan Ye angry to death.
"Song, Ming!"
“Here it comes!”