Let the Villain Go

"Don't fight, please, don't fight." The woman's low begging for mercy, accompanied by the man's unbridled fists and feet, came from a room on the first floor.

The woman's crying and begging for mercy were low and depressed. Obviously she didn't want too many people to hear her embarrassed, but her man did not intend to give her this face. The door was pushed open with a bang, and Old Zheng dragged Jiang Xiaojuan's hair, dragged her out of the house all the way, and threw her on the lawn of the atrium.

In the cold weather, Jiang Xiaojuan only wore a suspender skirt, barely wrapping her exquisite body, exposing a pair of snow-white thighs, struggling to curl up on the muddy ground. The men living upstairs provoked the excitement and stretched out their heads to peek at the violent scene.

Lao Zheng drank the wine, blushing, suffocating all over his body, and opened his big hand like a fan and slapped it down regardless of importance.

Xiaojuan could only hold her head desperately, endure the man's violence, gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound.

No one will reach out to her at this time, she knows the rules of wanting to survive in this world. Want to get anything, you need to make an exchange.

Use money, use your body, and even use your dignity in exchange for your own needs.

She knew that behind the doors of the rooms upstairs at this moment, there would be countless pairs of eyes staring at her blue and purple body, there were men's perverted eyes, and women's mocking eyes. So she wanted it and didn't want to cry to these people.

With a muffled sound, the smoke rose, and a man in black suddenly jumped downstairs. He stood steadily and stood up.

The man wears a silver mask on his face, his slender limbs are wrapped in black clothing, his posture is elevated and sturdy. He was obviously in a bad mood, his lips were tightly pressed into a line, and his whole body exuded the chill that no one should get near.

Only the drunk old Zheng couldn't realize his murderous aura, and perhaps he felt that there would be no people higher than himself in a tube building where middle and low-level saints lived together. So he snorted and grinned at the man, "What the hell? Suddenly jumped down and scared me... Uh."

He didn't finish his words, the man stretched his arms around his neck, slammed Lao Zheng, who had a strength of rank six, to the ground, and kicked him away. He lifted his long legs and disappeared at the gate of the yard.

Lao Zheng completely sobered up this time, and later realized that the person who was leaving far surpassed him in strength and speed. He covered his stomach and retched in the corner for a while, not daring to say anything, and whispered Xiaojuan over to help him.

Xiaojuan limped up and helped the man over half a hundred years old to return to the house, enduring his anger of being beaten by others all the way to her.

Once, although this man also beat himself, in Xiao Juan's eyes, he was at least powerful and manly. Now Jiang Xiaojuan discovered that the only thing this man could do was to show off his power in front of a woman who was weaker than him, and a nausea was in her heart.

Before entering the house, she looked back at the entrance of the courtyard, it was empty, the black figure had long since disappeared.

It started to snow and rain at night, and the old Zheng who had just beaten her naturally ate the dinner she cooked, and went to bed asleep. Jiang Xiaojuan quietly got up, sat on the window sill and lit a cigarette for herself. The light from the cigarette butts was reflected on the glass of the window, and she stared blankly at the ice rain flowing down the glass.

Only in such a cold and dark night, sitting in a warm and comfortable room, would she feel that everything was worth it. After all, she still lives in such a house, better than freezing to death outside.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaojuan vaguely saw a black figure standing in the shade of a tree in the distance. The man was completely drenched in black. The rain hit his dark silver veil, running down his pale cheeks, and he didn't seem to notice it. He held his head motionless and looked at a certain window upstairs.

Xiao Juan recognized the person, and this was the man from Chu Qianxun. And Chu Qianxun's house is on the fourth floor upstairs.

Are they quarreling? Xiaojuan thought in her heart. On such a rainy day, the woman Chu Qianxun had the heart to drive people out. And why is this man so stupid, even if he is drenched in the rain, but still standing here and watching.

She remembered the appearance of the man hitting the bullying old Zheng Fei with one punch, and remembering the appearance of seeing him in the kitchen devoting himself to preparing breakfast for his sweetheart every morning.

If it were me, I would treat him well. Xiaojuan watched for a long time in the dark room, and she opened a line of windows in a ghostly manner.

But there was a flower before her eyes, and the figure under the tree had disappeared.

There was a creak of windows opening and closing upstairs.

The cold winter comes as soon as possible,

After a first snowfall, the temperature dropped quickly. The roof and treetops were covered with thin frost.

Jiang Xiaojuan and two female companions walked back with the washed clothes.

"Juan, your old Zheng is too much, and beat you like this in two days." The female companion said, looking at Xiao Juan's blue face.

"Don't talk about Xiaojuan, this is the case these days. A capable man doesn't treat you as a human being. If you are incapable, he can't support you. If you want to survive, you have to endure. "Another female companion answered.

Xiaojuan didn't seem to hear them, her footsteps slowly stopped, and she looked up at the Tongzilou in front of her. On the roof covered with frost and snow, there was a person sitting.

In the dusky snow, the black figure looked at the distance motionlessly, looking a little lonely and desolate.

"Hey, is that Chu Qianxun's man?"

"Yeah, I heard that he is quite powerful, even... he was beaten by him." The female companion quietly glanced at Xiao Juan.

"What is he sitting there doing?"

"I don't know? This person sits there every evening, waiting for the woman in his house to come back."

As he was talking, the figure on the roof moved suddenly, stood up, leaped lightly from the roof, and greeted the person returning from the front.

"Pei Tian, ​​you came out to pick me up again."

Chu Qianxun, who had returned from hunting the demon, took Ye Peitian's hand and put his chin on his shoulder wearily, "Ah, I'm so tired today, and I'm so hungry."

Ye Peitian squatted down in front of her, "I am carrying you."

Chu Qianxun climbed up brazenly, biting his ears from time to time along the way.

"What shall we eat tonight?"

"Taro rice, cuttlefish and pigtail soup and braised pork."

Chu Qianxun's saliva flowed out, "But I am injured. Before I eat, I have to take special medicine."

Ye Peitian's ears turned red.

The two figures went through the gate of the tube building and disappeared.

"Ma Le, this dog food is too much."

"That woman's life is too good, I heard that she is Tier 6, and her life is really different."

Amidst the jealous talk of her female companion, Xiao Juan looked at the back of the person who walked into the tube building with Chu Qianxun on his back, and stood a little stunned.

The early winter season,

The activities of various teams going out to hunt demons have been greatly reduced, and most people have begun to stock up supplies, preparing to stay in a safe base, waiting for the winter to pass.

The newly appointed City Lord Jiang Xiaojie issued the first summoning order since his succession, convening all major mercenary teams and scattered personnel throughout the city to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the large defiler's lair that appeared about 20 kilometers outside the city.

This move caused a thousand waves of waves in Spring City with one stone, and was criticized by many.

For these mercenary group leaders whose ranks generally reach the seventh rank, what they urgently need now is a magic seed that corresponds to their rank and can effectively enhance the strength of themselves and their team members.

The defiler's lair outside the city has a large number of monsters, but the level is correspondingly low. The environment of the lair is still intricate and will be very dangerous in battle, but the gains are disproportionate, which will only make them lose more than their gains.

The former city lord Huan Shengjie led them to participate in battles such as the encirclement and suppression of the 9th-order sleepless and the arrest of the demon Ye Peitian. Except for the family members of those who are deeply trapped in the devil's cave, most of Jiang Xiaojie's calling order raised strong objections.

"Whoever loves to go, anyway, Lao Tzu's team won't go."

"City Lord Jiang is still a bit too young, not as considerate as the old City Master."

Even the members of Blizzard’s internal team discouraged, “City Lord, that lair hasn’t existed for a day or two, and Shengjie Huan doesn’t care about it. Why do we need to do such a thankless thing?”

But they may have forgotten that Jiang Xiaojie was originally a arrogant and unreasonable person with a very violent temper.

Sure enough, on the second day he boarded the preaching stage of the City Lord's Mansion and delivered a brief and arbitrary speech.

"I, Jiang Xiaojie, have nothing to know, the only thing I know is to protect my shortcomings. Once the Blizzard mercenary group belonged to me, so everyone in the group belonged to me. Now this spring city belongs to me, so everyone in the city also I am in charge."

"You probably forgot about the Defiler's Lair where the queen exists. How quickly will the number grow? Some of you may have not been there for a long time." He wrote three fingers. "Three days ago, I was from Blizzard. The elite squad went in to find the way and almost got stuck in it and couldn't get out!"

"If we don't wipe out this nest this winter, it will soon become an existence that we can't resist. The desecrators live by breeding humans, and then our entire Spring City will become their farm. Spring City is the second Rongcheng. , Do you also want to be like those soft eggs in Rongcheng, screening out your comrades every month, tying them up, and offering sacrifices to the monsters yourself?"

Rongcheng base is very far here, but no one knows what happened there. There is a large defiler's lair north cave around the base. The monsters in the North Cave destroyed all the human bases in that area, leaving Rongcheng alone, asking the residents inside to offer several living people as sacrifices every month. The residents of Rongcheng who were unable to resist compromised and continued this spurned bad habit to this day.

Hearing this, most people's hearts were shaken.

"I know what your corps commanders are thinking about. Some people think that this battle is low-level and troublesome, and it’s not good for them. You must think clearly, such a large number of low-level magic seeds, your corps don’t want it, naturally. There are other corps wanting."

"Anyway, I put my words here. Three days later, early in the morning, the corps will gather at the city gate. The Corps who don't want to come can pack up their things tonight and take your troops and get out of our spring city."