After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

Just as Murong Ling'er was about to drive the people out, the sound of horse hooves rumbling like thunder suddenly came into her sea of ​​consciousness.

Judging from the sound, there must be at least dozens of people coming.

Hearing the rapid and deafening sound of horse hooves, everyone became nervous instantly.

He Junjie glanced at Ghost Face expressionlessly, only to see the man's dumbfounded look. He cursed him inwardly, "What a fool!" He thought, "We're just picking up one person, why do we need so many people?" These people were most likely here to rescue Ghost Face.

Sure enough, the threatening roar came before the person arrived.

"Listen up, everyone inside! Release our boss immediately, or we'll raze this ruined temple to the ground!"

The roar was so powerful and loud like a bell that it made the dilapidated temple tremble slightly and the dust on the walls fell.

Upon hearing this, Guimian was stunned. He stood there in a daze, as if struck by lightning, and his face turned pale in an instant.

This madman simply wants to kill him! He roared in his heart. He had clearly told me when he sent the message back that there is an evil star here and he must not provoke him!

Murong Ling'er's expression was cold. She first glanced coldly at the ghost face, whose face was as pale as paper and seemed to be on the verge of tears but could not. Then she turned her head to look at the worn and dusty Buddha statue behind her and said nonchalantly, "You don't keep your promise. You really need to be taught a lesson."

That cold voice seemed particularly clear in this suffocatingly tense atmosphere, like an icy blade slicing through everyone's hearts.

After she finished speaking, she looked at Ghost Face again and said, "Why don't you get out? Do you still want me to treat you?"

Guimian's body trembled, and his legs became so weak that he could hardly stand, but he did not dare to disobey Murong Ling'er's order. He had to bite the bullet, trembling with every step, and moved towards the door with difficulty like a leaf in the wind.

At this time, the people outside were still shouting, the voices getting louder and louder, and the situation became increasingly tense, like a huge powder keg that could ignite at any time, and a shocking conflict could erupt at any time.

"Chen'er, you stay with your uncle. Mom will be back soon." Murong Ling'er said with a gentle and firm look.

Murong Chen nodded obediently, and his tender little hands quickly grasped Huo Zihao's hands tightly, then he carefully hid behind Deng, Huo Jianjie and others. His clear big eyes were full of worry, but he sensibly chose to follow his mother's arrangements.

Chifeng and a few officers followed Murong Ling'er and Guimian out together.

As soon as they stepped out of the dilapidated temple, everyone was shocked by the scene before them.

I saw hundreds of people and horses lined up in an orderly manner in the open space outside the ruined temple, each holding a large sword that gleamed with cold light, with a fierce and majestic look on their faces.

"Oh! Look at this scene, it's really grand!"

Murong Ling'er's face was as calm as water, with the corner of her mouth slightly raised. There was a hint of contempt in her half-smile, and she made a joke casually.

This huge formation instantly extinguished the little joy that had just ignited in Guimian's heart. His heart seemed to fall into a freezing ice cellar in an instant.

However, the bandit who was called a madman was completely unaware of the danger.

All I could hear was him yelling at the top of his lungs, "Brother, why is your arm gone?"

"Is it this little girl who did this?"

The madman racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. He just accepted a kidnapping job! How did his brother end up in such a miserable state? He even lost an arm!

This woman who looks so weak and tender, apart from her charming and beautiful face, could she have any terrifying abilities that would shake the world and shock even the gods and ghosts?

Thinking of this, the madman became more and more unscrupulous, and his shouting became more and more arrogant.

Murong Ling'er snorted coldly, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and her figure flashed in front of the madman like a ghost.

The madman didn't even see how she moved. He only felt a black shadow pass by in front of his eyes, followed by a cold feeling on his neck.

"Pfft!"

Blood spurted out like a fountain, and the madman's head flew high. His face still had that arrogant expression, but his eyes were full of fear and disbelief.

His body swayed, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

This scene happened so quickly that everyone present was stunned.

The bandits were terrified, and their original arrogance disappeared without a trace in an instant.

They stood there, their hands holding the swords began to tremble, and their legs began to shake uncontrollably.

When Guimian saw this scene, he was heartbroken and tears of regret welled up in his eyes. He knew that he had completely ruined the entire village this time.

"Mercy! Mercy! Hero, please spare me!"

Some timid bandits could no longer bear the huge fear. They fell to their knees on the ground with a plop and kowtowed for mercy.

Murong Linger glanced at the panicked bandits and said coldly, "If what happened today happens again, I will make sure you die without a burial place!"

Her voice was not loud, but it carried endless majesty and cold murderous intent, which made everyone present shudder.

The bandits threw down their swords and shouted in unison: "We won't dare to do that again! We won't dare to do that again!"

Ghost Face also trembled and said, "I will never dare to have any unreasonable thoughts again. I beg you, hero, to show mercy and let us go."

The cold wind howled, blowing through like a sharp whistle, making Murong Ling'er's sleeves flutter.

He Junjie looked through the broken window of the dilapidated temple, his eyes fixed on Murong Ling'er's slender but straight back.

That strong and domineering figure, contrasting with the snow-white sword in his hand, was like a colorful painting, deeply engraved in his mind and could not be erased.

Every line and every outline seems to be engraved in the deepest part of memory, and it is difficult to erase them even if time passes.

Murong Ling'er held a long sword with the tip pointing at the ground. Blood slowly dripped down the blade, splashing shocking blood flowers on the cold ground.

Her expression was stern, and she stared at Ghost Face with a sharp gaze. She said in a cold voice, "I give you two choices. Either let all of your men die by my sword, or you pay me silver to ransom their lives."

When Guimian heard this, his body trembled violently, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He looked at Murong Ling'er's cold and ruthless eyes, knowing that she was not joking.

"Miss, please have mercy on me and give me a chance to live. I am willing to pay silver to redeem me." The ghost face's voice trembled with endless fear and pleading.

Murong Ling'er snorted coldly: "Don't play tricks on me, I'll only give you one stick of incense."

Ghost Face gritted his teeth, turned his head to look at the bandits behind him, and shouted, "Third Brother, take two people back to get the ransom, and act quickly! If we dare to make even the slightest mistake, none of us will survive!"

The bandit called Lao San was pale, but he did not dare to disobey Ghost Face's order. He hurriedly mounted his horse with two equally frightened companions and galloped towards the mountain stronghold.

The cold wind grew increasingly biting, rustling everyone's clothes. Murong Ling'er stood tall and straight, like an inviolable god of war, staring coldly at the bandits in front of her, making them dare not make the slightest movement.