I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

But the next second, his expression suddenly changed. He took a few steps back in panic and murmured, "What happened to me?"

Cheng Qian suddenly looked at her, his eyes reddened, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a thin mist appeared in his eyes. He hugged her tightly in fear, his voice choked, "My wife, are you okay?"

Song Wanqing: "I'm fine, but I think you're in trouble."

Cheng Qian'an rested his head on her left shoulder, his voice trembling: "My lady, it's okay, that's all."

Song Wanqing was held in his arms, and the warm breath surrounded her tightly, dispelling her doubts.

The firelight reflected her pupils, and the surprise in them turned into a soft light. She patted his back and said softly, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

No, something seems wrong?

Her eyes were stern, she pushed him away and asked seriously, "Didn't I tell you to stay in the cellar? Why did you run out!"

"I'm worried about you." Cheng Qian'an looked at him, his eyes full of worry.

"Okay, I won't go down..." She changed the subject and pulled Cheng Qian over, "Be careful!"

He suddenly swung the dagger in his hand, killing the bandit with one blow. His eyes widened and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Song Wanqing's hands were stained with blood. She was breathing hard and her body couldn't help but tremble a little.

She was just an ordinary person, not a real killer, and her body's instinctive reaction made her terrified.

"My wife." Cheng Qian'an stared at her. Song Wanqing's reaction worried him.

"Help!" Another cry for help came from not far away. Song Wanqing was panicked for a moment but then he perked up.

Now is not the time to think too much, she must reduce the casualties of these villagers and save them!

"I'm fine, hurry up and save people!" Song Wanqing called over the farmer's kid who had saved several people in the distance, pulled it to Cheng Qian'an's side, and told him, "Go with him to save people, and be sure to protect him."

The farming kid nodded obediently.

Cheng Qi'an: "I'll accompany you."

Song Wanqing: "No need. Don't worry, I won't get into trouble again. Saving people is the most important thing."

After what happened just now, Song Wanqing came to her senses. If she let these vicious people go, then their village would really face destruction!

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Cheng Qi'an no longer hesitated and said, "Okay."

He has been practicing martial arts diligently in the past six months, and he also became eager to fight against these people.

Song Wanqing walked lightly and soon came to a bandit who was bullying women. She raised her sword and cut his throat. She narrowed her eyes coldly and moved swiftly. She glanced at the other bandits and swung her sharp dagger with a fierce killing intent.

"You won't be killed if you surrender!" she said in a cold tone.

The nearby bandits were beaten back by her and had no chance to fight back. Regardless of whether they were sincere or pretending, the bandits who valued their lives immediately laid down their weapons and surrendered.

"I surrender! Don't kill me!" His narrow eyes revealed fear, his legs were trembling, and water was spreading underground.

"Coward!" The scarred man cursed him fiercely, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and attacked Song Wanqing with a knife, but the dagger pierced his flesh and blood, and he died with hatred.

Seeing this, the bandits who harbored evil intentions dared not to act rashly again and surrendered one after another.

"I surrender too! I was forced!"

"I vote too..."

The melee did not end until dawn.

Most of the villagers were rescued. They gathered behind Song Wanqing, looking at him who was like a god who had saved them, with admiration in their eyes.

Even those who had previously had opinions about Song Wanqing and were jealous of her shut up at this moment.

However, Ye Qian, who had just been rescued from the melee, looked at Song Wanqing with a look of malice and unwillingness.

Why? She is also a girl from the same village, why is she the one who gets all the attention and attention from everyone?

Looking at the ruins in the village, Song Wanqing felt depressed. She lowered her eyes to hide the moisture spreading in her eyes.

When we were filming in the past, all the death scenes were fake, and we would even discuss whether the scar makeup on our bodies was realistic enough. But now, everything happening before our eyes is real.

The blood on her hands was real.

But what made her sad was that no matter how hard she tried, she could not prevent some people from dying.

Cheng Qian held her hand tightly and said, "My dear, it's great. We saved a lot of people."

So, don't feel guilty, he is also sad to see her like this.

Hearing his comfort, Song Wanqing forced a smile and said, "I'm fine. Let's deal with the current situation first."

After saying that, she looked at the bandits who were kneeling on the ground and said coldly, "Those who killed our villagers will be killed. The rest who surrender will be punished."

The bandits immediately panicked, and someone shouted loudly: "I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill anyone!"

"You're lying! It was you, it was you who killed my husband!" The woman stared at him with hatred, staggered to Song Wanqing, and said in a hoarse voice: "Madam Song, you must help me decide, Lao Tan was killed by him!"

When He Zi met Song Wanqing's cold gaze, a chill ran up from the soles of his feet to his heart. With fear in his eyes, he argued loudly, "You are talking nonsense, I didn't kill him!"

"He was the one who killed him. I saw it!" The bearded bandit rolled his eyes and pointed at him and cursed, "The village chief only asked us to rob money, not kill anyone. He acted on his own."

Then he pointed at the woman and said to Song Wanqing, "Not only did he kill her husband, he also said he would take the woman back to the village to play, not give her food or water, and throw her to the back hill to feed the wolves if she died!"

"Dashun, you actually!" Hezi's body trembled, and he looked at him in disbelief. When he saw his evasive gaze, his face darkened. He retorted: "Don't think I don't know what's in your mind. You have the same plan as me, but you just didn't have time to act!"

"Don't frame me!" Dashun retorted.

Watching the two people arguing with red faces, Song Wanqing's eyes were cold. Just as he was about to take action to deal with them, he was held back by a pair of cold hands.

When he lowered his eyes, he saw that it was the woman who had lost her husband. Her eyes were filled with hatred, and she begged with every word: "Madam Song, please, let me avenge my husband."

Song Wanqing's eyes darkened and he said, "Okay."

Hand her the dagger.

Song Wanqing raised her hand, and the farming doll appeared behind the woman and moved with her.

The woman's eyes were red. She came in front of the two men, pointed the blade at the raccoon, and shouted, "Go to hell!"

The farming doll controlled the raccoon's counterattack in time, and the dagger stabbed into his body, leaving a trickle of blood.

"Huh, huh." The woman gasped, her eyes as dead as death. She looked dimly at Dashun beside him, then turned and left.

Dashun's eyes went dark, his head was buzzing, he was sweating profusely, and his face was pale.

Song Wanqing glanced at him indifferently and spoke to the villagers behind him.

"If you want to take revenge yourself, you can pick up the weapon on the ground and kill your enemy." She paused and looked at the little girl who was sobbing sadly in the crowd.

She stepped forward, stopped in front of the little girl, and said, "Do you need my help?"