In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

"Who is that?"

Xu Zhixia held Shangguan Ningxiang's wrist tightly and refused to let go.

The sunlight shines through the mottled leaves, making Shangguan Ningxiang's face appear bright and dark.

She bit her lip, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the corner of her clothes.

"Sister Ningxiang!"

Cheng Qianqian was so anxious that she stamped her feet, and her embroidered shoes made a crisp sound on the bluestone slabs.

Ye Hanlu also came closer, her almond eyes filled with worry.

"He's... a helper in Xu Xiu's family."

The sound was so soft that it almost disappeared in the wind.

Three pairs of eyes opened wide at the same time.

The handkerchief in Xu Zhixia's hand was torn open with a "swish" sound.

"Helper?" Her voice suddenly rose. "You and an embroidery workshop helper..."

The second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat and turned into a sigh of disbelief.

The tips of Shangguan Ningxiang's ears were so red that they were almost transparent.

Looking back now, I can't explain how I was led around by that person, and how I ended up...

The knuckles of her fingers turned white from twisting her belt.

Xu Zhixia suddenly slammed the table and stood up: "He forced you, didn't he? I'm going to tear him apart right now!"

The silver hairpin in her hair flashed coldly with the violent movements.

"Don't!" Shangguan Ningxiang hurriedly grabbed her sleeve, "He... didn't force me."

The voice became lower and lower, "I am too soft-hearted, half-hearted..."

"Stupid!" Xu Zhixia was so angry that he was shaking all over. "How can you be half-hearted about something like this?"

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the still-unhealed red mark on Shangguan Ningxiang's neck, and his voice softened again.

"Is he... gentle to you?"

"Hmm..." Shangguan Ningxiang nodded, and suddenly remembered the temperature of the man's palm when he input spiritual power, and her face became hot again.

“He…he is very gentle…”

Xu Zhixia suddenly hugged her and burst into tears, their tears soaking both of their clothes:

"Can anyone really step on us, the divorced concubines..."

Cheng Qianqian and Ye Hanlu's eyes also turned red, and the four of them hugged each other.

The night-blooming jasmine in the corner of the yard blooms quietly, and the faint fragrance mixed with sobs floats in the twilight.

When the crying gradually subsided, Xu Zhixia suddenly held Shangguan Ningxiang's face:

"What is the character of that person?"

"It's...it's okay." Her eyelashes drooped slightly.

"What does he look like?"

"Very... quite neat." Thinking of those smiling peach blossom eyes, Shangguan Ningxiang pursed her lips unconsciously.

Xu Zhixia wiped her tears and stood up: "Come on, take us to have a look."

"It's getting dark..." Shangguan Ningxiang looked at the sun gradually setting in the west.

"There's still an hour left."

Xu Zhixia had already neatly tied up her loose hair.

"Just take a look from a distance and leave."

Seeing three pairs of eyes looking at her brightly, Shangguan Ningxiang finally nodded gently:

"Then... just watch from afar."

“All up to you.”

Xu Zhixia took her arm, and the four of them walked out of the courtyard in the setting sun.

The wind chimes under the eaves jingled, startling a few birds returning to their nests.

......

Just as the four sisters turned the corner, a burly figure suddenly blocked the road, his black iron armor glowing blood-red in the setting sun.

"Four beauties, where are you going?"

Lin Batian stood with his arms folded, the scar on his face twisted into a sinister grin. Behind him, the two Divine Guards tacitly blocked his retreat.

Xu Zhixia immediately opened his arms to protect the three women behind him, but his hands in his sleeves were shaking slightly.

Shangguan Ningxiang smelled a familiar smell of rust - it was the bloody smell left by the man who broke into their courtyard last time and smashed the stone table with one punch.

"Commander Lin," Cheng Qianqian forced herself to salute, "Let's go buy some rice and flour..."

“Buy rice and flour?”

Lin Batian suddenly approached, and the sound of armor clashing startled Ye Hanlu so much that she stumbled back.

"What do you think of the proposal I made last time?"

His rough fingers lifted Xu Zhixia's chin, "Being my concubine is better than being abandoned."

“We don’t want to be associated with the government anymore!”

Xu Zhixia slapped his hand away, but the sound was like a taut string.

Lin Batian suddenly raised his palm, and the stone lanterns on the roadside exploded.

The flying gravel scratched Qianqian's cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

"If you don't accept my toast, I'll punish you!"

His sinister eyes swept across the four pale faces.

"I have plenty of ways to deal with you."

Then he suddenly grabbed Xu Zhixia's neck and said, "It's easier to kill you than to kill an ant!"

What Lin Batian said was not wrong.

As a powerful martial artist, he is much stronger than Fu Heng, the ninth-level Shenwu Guard commander.

If Fu Heng's superior, the commander of the Divine Guard, had not died unexpectedly and there was no other martial artist to replace him, it would not have been the turn of Fu Heng and Zhao Wuchang, both ninth-level warriors, to compete for the position of commander of the Divine Guard.

Shangguan Ningxiang suddenly rushed forward: "Shenwu Law expressly prohibits forcible abduction of women! If you dare to do so, the City Lord will not forgive you!"

“Law?”

Lin Batian seemed to have heard a huge joke.

"Haha, you guys are really naive."

"Don't you know what happened to your former master, Zhao Wuchang?"

"He has done so many bad things. If he hadn't been unlucky enough to meet a powerful person passing by and meddling in his affairs, he would probably still be at large now."

"You were born in the filthy Zhao family, yet you still say such ridiculously naive words!"

"We, the powerful ones, don't have to do anything ourselves if we want to deal with you."

He suddenly ripped open Xu Zhixia's collar, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

"I have plenty of ways to get you to come into the palace 'voluntarily'."

The three women tried to pull Xu Zhixia at the same time, but were forced to kneel on the ground by the pressure.

Lin Batian leaned over and whispered in Xu Zhixia's ear:

"I heard your brother is a thug in the Green Gang..."

He deliberately stretched out his tone, "I wonder if he can withstand the investigation?"

The four girls' blood color instantly faded.

Lin Batian straightened up with satisfaction: "I will give you three more days to consider. After three days, I will send a sedan chair to pick you up."

The handkerchief fell to the ground as the iron boots rolled over it.

"If you don't know how to appreciate it..."

He suddenly punched the wall, and the entire brickwork collapsed.

"Then don't blame me for being cruel!"

Then he turned around and pointed his finger coldly at Xu Zhixia, who had already collapsed on the ground, and said evilly:

"When the time comes, I'll let you be the first to know how powerful I am!"

Then he turned around and left laughing.

Ye Hanlu collapsed to the ground only after the terrifying laughter disappeared at the end of the long street.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Xu Zhixia trembled as she picked up the handkerchief that had been stepped on and was soiled. The lotus embroidered on it was already stained.

"What should we do?" Cheng Qianqian murmured, covering her bleeding cheek.

Shangguan Ningxiang suddenly tightened her grip on the storage sachet at her waist; the outline of the jade slip hurt her palm.

As dusk deepened, the dull sound of night watchmen's drums could be heard in the distance, and each sound seemed to strike at the four girls' hearts.

Xu Zhixia forced a smile and tucked her hair behind her ears with her fingertips:

"There's always a way... Let's go check on Ningxiang's sweetheart first. If they're suitable, marry her off first, so she doesn't fall into the clutches of the devil with us..."

"Don't..."

Shangguan Ningxiang clenched her sleeves, "He's just an embroidery workshop helper, how could he..."

Cheng Qianqian suddenly took her arm:

"Then we need to see who is this person who can charm our sister Ningxiang so much."

There was a tremor in her tone of voice, which was meant to be relaxed.

When the four girls stood in front of the tightly closed vermilion lacquered door of the embroidery workshop, the copper lock shone coldly in the twilight.

Shangguan Ningxiang unconsciously stroked the sachet on her waist, and her fingertips touched the cold jade slip.

As long as you inject spiritual power...

"Does he...have any other place to live?" Ye Hanlu asked softly.

Shangguan Ningxiang shook her head, nodded hesitantly, and finally shook her head again.

In the end, he didn't take out the jade slip - how could he disturb him because of his sisters' curiosity?