"She was kidnapped by a man named Zhong. He is a lecherous man and must have been attracted by Leng Shuang's beauty. I will send someone to rescue her first and then come back to report."
Leng Hua's heart sank when he heard this, and he quickly looked at his master. He also wanted to save his sister...
Feng Jiu glanced at him and said to Gray Wolf, "Take Leng Hua over there."
"Thank you, master." Leng Hua said, and quickly left with the gray wolf.
Feng Jiu glanced at Xuanyuan Moze beside her and said, "Just wait here! I'll be back soon."
He didn't go with her because he knew she could handle it herself, so he just waited for her to return in the inn.
At the same time, in that small courtyard, Leng Shuang, who was wearing a pink and purple dress, looked even more beautiful. Her face was naturally beautiful, and the unchanging black clothes all year round could not hide her beauty, let alone this beautiful pink and purple dress.
When the man with the light footsteps walked in and saw the beautiful woman sitting on the bed tied up, his eyes instantly glowed with greed, "What a beautiful woman! She is really top-notch, top-notch!"
Leng Shuang looked at the man coldly. Although he looked like he had indulged himself excessively, he was still a Jindan cultivator. Her heart sank slightly. No wonder, no wonder he only tied her hands and feet. It turned out that he thought she could not escape from his grasp.
In an instant, her mind turned a thousand times, she lowered her eyes slightly, put away her cold aura, and said lightly: "Is this how you treat beautiful women, sir?"
As soon as he heard this, the man's eyes lit up: "Of course not, I am always very gentle to beauties." As he spoke, he came to the bed and asked tentatively: "Beauty, how about I untie your rope? You can't run away. If you run away and make me angry, the consequences will be very serious."
Leng Shuang didn't say anything, but just handed her bound hands to him.
The man didn't care. After untying the rope on her hands, he sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her. The more he looked at her, the more he felt that this beauty was unparalleled in beauty. The colder she was, the more attractive she was. Seeing her, a fire was aroused in his heart, and he reached out his hand to hook her chin.
"What's your name, beauty?"
Leng Shuang dodged slightly, glanced at him coldly, untied the rope under her feet, and said, "Leng Shuang."
"Leng Shuang? Cold as ice, the name really suits her." His eyes flickered, and the wolf light in them became even stronger: "I thought you wouldn't tell me your name, but I didn't expect that you would tell me your name after I asked you casually. It seems that you are quite sensible."
"I'm telling you, I want you to know who is the one who killed you!" As soon as she finished speaking, she attacked instantly, and launched a fierce attack at the man's throat. The speed was so fast that even the man who was prepared was startled. His throat seemed to hurt, and a trace of blood oozed out.
The man who quickly retreated touched his neck and saw a trace of blood on his finger. He smiled sinisterly, licked the blood with his tongue, and stared at Leng Shuang who stood up with a strange look.
"You're quite skilled, and your temper is spicy and savvy. I like you." As he spoke, he suddenly leaned forward and stretched out his hand to attack Leng Shuang.
The two men fought in the room, and the two guarding outside just listened quietly, without any intention of intervening. He was just a small Xuan cultivator, so he was just amused by the young master. Life or death, in the end, wasn't it the young master who decided it