Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

The scene before him terrified him: a sharp arrow was stuck in the back of Gu Tingxuan, the young master of the Lu family. Blood was seeping out like a stream, staining the car boards and clothes red. The young man's body collapsed weakly and he fell into the abyss of coma.

Gu Fei's face turned pale in an instant, and his terrified cry was like a wail in the cold wind: "Young Master is injured!"

The situation was urgent and he had no choice but to pull the reins hard, forcing the horse to raise its front hooves, breathe heavily, and stop its galloping pace.

Before the car body was completely stable, Gu Fei jumped down nimbly, holding a long sword in his hand. The sword tip was cold and flashed a dazzling silver light in the sun.

He quickly stood still, his feet steady as a rock, a fierce aura emanating from his body, and he assumed a fighting stance that should not be underestimated, ready to face the unknown enemy.

In a short while, a chaotic and hurried sound of footsteps approached, and a group of men in dark blue tights, holding various weapons and with gloomy faces, surrounded them silently like shadows in the night.

They looked around, and their sharp eyes finally locked on the tense Gu Fei and the unconscious Gu Tingxuan in the car. The atmosphere suddenly became as heavy as lead.

There were seven people in this group of uninvited guests, three of them were holding powerful crossbows with arrows on the strings, ready to be fired. The sharp arrows were pointing directly at Gu Fei's heart. The warning was self-evident that any rash action could result in death.

The villagers were terrified by the sudden violent scene. They screamed and fled like birds and beasts into the dense woods around them to seek shelter.

Facing this scene, Gu Fei's eyes were like torches, he was burning with anger, his teeth were chattering, and he asked, "My young master has never had any grudges with you guys, why are you forcing me so hard, what do you want to do?"

The leading man heard the voice, a cruel smile appeared on his face, and he said disdainfully: "Hand over Ziwu Ling, and perhaps I can spare your life."

Gu Fei knew that Ziwu Order was related to the survival of the country, and his hand holding the sword tightened. His eyes turned to the face in the carriage that was becoming paler due to blood loss, and his heart was full of torment and struggle.

Ziwuling is not only a key token for mobilizing border troops, but also shoulders the important task of connecting various border defenses and gathering reinforcements.

Once lost, not only will the young master's life be in danger, but the safety of the border will also be as shaky as a candle in the wind.

At this critical moment, Gu Fei was in a dilemma, his mind was like a lone boat in the raging waves, unable to find direction.

At this critical moment, a long whip as fast as lightning flashed through the air, bringing with it a whistling sound. The two gangsters were caught off guard and were hit hard, with the whip marks deeply embedded in their skin.

Before they could even struggle, they became dizzy and fell heavily. Their faces turned from red to blue and they suffocated to death instantly.

The remaining five people witnessed their companion's death and turned around in horror. They saw a young girl holding a long whip and a playful smile on her face, standing leisurely not far away.

The leader tightly grasped the hilt of his sword, alert and murderous, and asked, "Who are you? Are you here for Zi Wu Ling as well?"

Xiao Zhixue smiled sweetly, but with a hint of cunning in her eyes: "What a coincidence, you are also here for Ziwu Ling. It seems that our goals coincide with each other."

This group of people had never expected that this seemingly weak girl in front of them would dare to covet Zi Wuling, whom they regarded as a treasure.

Gu Fei originally thought he had met a savior, but he discovered that Xiao Zhixue's purpose was exactly the same as those of the attackers, and he couldn't help but feel more doubtful.

To Xiao Zhixue, the complicated rules such as Ziwuling and Ziliuling were like heavenly books. She had just heard all of this from Fan Yanmu.

Just when Fan Yanmu was about to take action to clean up the mess, Xiao Zhixue stopped him with a whip. Her actions were always so unexpected.

Xiao Zhixue stepped lightly out of the carriage and without saying anything, she cracked her whip as a "greeting" to the group of people.

Obviously, the visitors' interest in Zi Wuling exposed their true identity - the forces of Eastern Chu State.

Along the way, Fan Yanmu never tired of telling Xiao Zhixue many secrets and grievances about the country of Dongchu. Now, everything seems to be gradually verifying his words.

Xiao Zhixue stared at the scene in front of her with a sharp gaze, and gradually her mind became clear about the plot of this remote small country of Dongchu.

Although it is located in a remote corner, it is like a hidden dragon in the abyss, hiding the ambition to swallow up the Dongzhou Kingdom.

In recent years, the border between the two countries has been filled with smoke. The continuous flames of war have illuminated the night sky as bright as day. The neighboring villages and towns have been reduced to scorched earth overnight. The laughter and joy of the past have been replaced by crying and despair. Innocent people have left their homes and surged towards the unknown distance like a tide, just to seek a glimmer of hope for survival.

Zhangzhou, as a piece of pure land on this continent, has inevitably become a safe haven for some displaced people.

In this turbulent era, the warriors on the frontier built an indestructible line of defense with their flesh and blood. They fought day and night, bathing in blood, just to protect the peace of this land.

"I, Xiao Zhixue, am determined to obtain this Ziwu Ling. If you are dissatisfied, come and try my whip."

As she finished speaking, the whip in her hand seemed to have come to life, cutting through the sky, leaving behind a gust of wind and an afterimage, causing the crowd who were ready to make a move to involuntarily retreat.

The stones that followed were like ghosts, silently taking away the ability of several people to stand, causing them to collapse to the ground in pain. Their distorted expressions and suppressed sobs became the most unbearable scene in this fight.

Faced with the sudden counterattack, Xiao Zhixue remained calm. Her whip skills were as fast as lightning and accurate, and she easily resolved all crises.

Just when the battle was at a stalemate, Fan Yanmu made a few nimble sword moves and the enemies fell one after another. His appearance undoubtedly put an end to this battle.

Gu Fei was standing aside, terrified.

He knew very well that he was no match for Xiao Zhixue and Fan Yanmu, but he could not give up easily on the crucial Ziwu Order.

With both hands tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, his inner struggle and external threats intertwined, leaving him in a dilemma.

What's more, he is also responsible for protecting Gu Tingxuan. Once Gu Tingxuan encounters misfortune, his own fate will be destroyed.

Xiao Zhixue looked at the two men struggling in pain at her feet. Their faces were pale due to the sudden severe pain. The indescribable pain was unbearable even for the toughest men.

Under Xiao Zhixue's cold and decisive actions, they became victims of this struggle, and her cold tone and sharp eyes made people shudder.

Faced with Xiao Zhixue's questioning, the man chose to remain silent, but he didn't know that this choice would only accelerate his end.

Xiao Zhixue's sneer was like a cold wind in the winter, foreshadowing the final judgment.

With a light swipe of the short blade, the smell of blood in the air suddenly intensified, and the man's screams tore through the silence. All this was just one of Xiao Zhixue's means of obtaining information.