Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

The wind was cold and the snow was falling heavily.

A warrior wearing light armor was riding on a horse, snowflakes fluttering around him and falling on his armor. Mo Linyang was on his way back to Lanling County. He had not been home for two years. During these two years, he had been practicing his martial arts outside.

The people in the town had told him before that there was a robber nearby. Many businessmen and civilians had encountered her, but she would only steal some food.

Once a wild boar attacked the people passing by, and the robber took the initiative to rescue them. A robber who did not hurt people but only robbed food and took the initiative to protect the people would not be a very evil person.

At first, the people living nearby were afraid that the robber might hurt them, but in fact, he never did, so they never hired anyone to deal with him.

I heard from others that if you meet her, just put some food on the ground in front of her and she will take it and leave immediately without even saying a word to you.

Mo Linyang looked at the figure in the distance and sighed that his luck was not good. He encountered what he didn't want to encounter. He got off the horse and put a gray bag on the snow. The bag contained dry food and biscuits prepared in advance.

I originally thought that I wouldn’t need to eat it myself, but I didn’t expect to actually run into the robber I had heard about in the town before.

How did he know it was a robber and not someone else passing by? Who else could be standing in the middle of the road holding a sword in the snow if not a robber?

The figure was getting closer and closer, and Mo Linyang felt something was wrong. He had already put the food on the ground, but the robber still rushed over with a sword.

Mo Linyang quickly drew the sword from his waist and blocked the robber's sword. In the rising snow mist, the face under the robber's cloak was blown by the cold wind, and a woman's face was vaguely revealed.

He tensed up because the woman's eyes were red!

Whatever the reason, she is now very abnormal.

The figures of the two people danced in the snow. Mo Linyang swung his sword horizontally to block the woman's attack, and a gap was cut on his sword.

His sword is made of black iron, which is the best weapon among warriors. This man can actually cut a hole in the sword with his strength. The man in front of him is not a cultivator. If he were a cultivator, he would have no ability to fight against him.

He shifted his center of gravity to the right, turned his body, and slashed at the woman from the side with the sword in his right hand. She avoided Mo Linyang's attack and her figure disappeared in the snow.

Suddenly, he heard a horse neighing from behind. He turned around and saw a woman riding on a horse. She swung the sword in her hand and slashed at his mount.

The tip of the sword scratched and blood splattered. The horse screamed and suddenly lost control, rushing forward desperately and running towards the cliff. The woman looked at the blood flowing from the horse's body and did not realize that the horse was already in the air.

Then there was the sound of falling, accompanied by the screams of horses.

Mo Linyang jumped into the air, stretched out his hand and held the woman tightly, then put her in his arms. He used his armor to block the fallen rocks and hard tree trunks from the edge of the cliff, protecting her from harm.

The cold eroded the woman's consciousness and she slowly closed her eyes.

The two fell to the bottom of the cliff.

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Dead trees are staggered on the slopes of the deep cliffs. The severe cold of winter has frozen everything on the earth. Only a few glaciers are stirring outside the ice under the cliffs, emitting a faint mist under the sunlight.

The valley was filled with a cold atmosphere.

Mo Linyang pulled the woman to the shore and took off his light armor. He didn't have the extra strength to carry the armor now, and he had to save his strength to hug the person.

Fortunately, there is a river below the cliff, otherwise they would all die here. The bad news is that both of them are now soaked, and if they don’t find a place to warm up, they will both freeze to death here.

The woman's teeth were chattering, her face was pale, with a hint of whiteness around her lips, and she shrank into Mo Linyang's arms.

"Mom...I'm scared..."

Mo Linyang put his hand on her forehead and felt the slight heat. He frowned. The woman was not in good health. He picked her up. Fortunately, he found a tree hole, perhaps someone had lived here before.

Mo Linyang said to the unconscious woman: "You have a fever now, you can't wear wet clothes."

Although he knew that she couldn't respond to his words, saying this would make him feel less guilty. This was the first time he took off a girl's clothes. At his age, he should have started a family and a career. He was the only one of his age in the family who was not married.

Lin Xiaoya woke up from a nightmare, her forehead covered with beads of sweat, everything around her seemed blurry, and she tried to calm herself down.

She looked around and found herself in a dim tree hole, with tree roots hanging from above and the ceiling covered with spider webs. Most importantly, there was a person sitting by a campfire not far away, twisting the water off his clothes.

Mo Linyang noticed the movement behind him. He turned around to confirm whether the woman would attack him again, but she was looking at him blankly.

Her originally red eyes also turned pitch black, which should be back to normal. Could it be that someone was controlling her body before?

"Are you feeling better?" He continued twisting the clothes in his hands. "If you feel cold, you can sit by the campfire."

Lin Xiaoya was wearing a cloak, and when she sat up, the cloak accidentally slipped off, revealing her snow-white skin.

In the light of the campfire, her skin glowed with a faint luster. She quickly grabbed the cloak and wrapped it again. She looked at the young man in front of her with vigilance, only to find that he was holding her clothes!

Mo Linyang also noticed her gaze and gave the answer he had prepared before.

"You had a fever before, and your clothes were soaked. You would die wearing those clothes, and now the clothes are not dry yet."

He shook the clothes in his hands, then hung them on a tree trunk nearby, where the clothes were still dripping with water.

Mo Linyang was only wearing his underwear now, with a light armor placed at the entrance of the tree hole to block the wind.

She remembered that when she lost control before, the person in front of her was the victim, and when she fell off the cliff, it seemed like someone was holding her.

He was the only one here now, and if I was not mistaken, he was the one who protected herself. Although he took off her clothes, it was only to save her.

"I am your enemy, why did you save me?"

The campfire in the tree hole made soft crackling sounds, and the faint flames illuminated Mo Linyang's face.

His outline was clearly visible in the firelight.

Mo Linyang did not answer this question. In fact, he had never thought about this question. To put it in a pretentious way, when he saw the girl in distress, he felt that as a warrior he should protect her.

But such words were obviously not suitable to be said out loud, and he was not such a person. He walked over and stretched out his hand, and Lin Xiaoya subconsciously wanted to dodge.

"Don't move. Let me see if your fever has subsided." Mo Linyang touched her forehead. "It's not as hot as before."

She felt a warmth coming from her palm. It was the first time someone other than her mother touched her forehead so gently.

"You don't have to be so nice to me. I could lose control at any time." She turned her head away. "I'll leave here when the clothes are dry."

"Why did you lose control?"

Lin Xiaoya did not answer this question, and he tactfully did not continue to ask. After all, this was someone else's secret, and it might also be someone else's sad past.

The only possibility he could think of was that it was related to the evil cultivator.

"You take a good rest. When your clothes are dry, I will go chop some firewood and get some food."

Mo Linyang walked towards the cave entrance and looked at the snow falling outside. The snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger.

"My name is Mo Linyang, what's yours?"

"Lin Xiaoya."