End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

The biting sea breeze, carrying fine sand, slapped on the faces of Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze.

The waves in the distance were rolling, as turbulent as their mood at the moment.

The black shadow was getting closer and closer, and Master Zhao's ferocious face gradually revealed.

He was not alone. He was followed by a group of ferocious thugs and even some local people who had been bewitched.

"Mr. Teng, you actually colluded with outsiders and deceived us!" A villager pointed at Teng Junze and shouted loudly with an excited expression.

"That's right, they must be scammers who want to steal our things!" another villager echoed.

Master Zhao smiled sinisterly, stirring up the people's emotions: "Fellow villagers, don't be deceived by them! They are the real bad guys!"

Teng Junze frowned. He hadn't expected Master Zhao to exploit the public's trust in him. He was about to explain when Fan Mengmeng grabbed his sleeve.

"Junze, don't waste your time talking to them." Fan Mengmeng's eyes were firm. "We have evidence in our hands, and the truth will eventually come out."

Seeing this, Master Zhao became even more complacent: "Evidence? What evidence? They are just forgeries! Folks, don't believe them!"

At his command, the thugs behind him rushed forward, waving their weapons and attacking Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze.

Teng Junze protected Fan Mengmeng behind him, drew out his sword, and a cold light flashed, and the sword energy was intimidating.

"Anyone who dares to take a step forward will be killed without mercy!" His voice was cold and carried unquestionable majesty.

Although the thugs were afraid of Teng Junze's martial arts, they relied on their numbers and continued to advance.

Teng Junze fought against many enemies alone with ease. Wherever his sword touched, there were wailing sounds.

Although Fan Mengmeng doesn't know martial arts, she did not back down.

She held the evidence tightly in her hand and scanned the crowd around her with sharp eyes.

She knew that this battle was not just a confrontation of force, but also a contest between truth and lies.

The sea breeze was howling, swords and sabers were flashing and the seaside was in chaos.

When Master Zhao saw that Teng Junze was difficult to defeat for the time being, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He took advantage of everyone's inattention and quietly went around behind Fan Mengmeng, with the dagger in his hand flashing coldly.

"Go to hell!" he roared and stabbed Fan Mengmeng with the dagger.

At the critical moment, a small figure suddenly rushed out and stood in front of Fan Mengmeng.

"Miss!" Xiaodong exclaimed...

Xiaodong's slender body stood in front of Fan Mengmeng like a fallen leaf, and the dagger pierced deeply into her shoulder.

The blood instantly dyed her clothes red, and also dyed Fan Mengmeng's eyes red.

"Xiaodong!" Fan Mengmeng exclaimed and hugged the fallen maid.

Master Zhao was stunned by this sudden change, then turned into anger and raised his dagger again. "You little bitch, mind your own business!"

"Stop!" Teng Junze was quick-witted and quick-handed, kicking the dagger out of Master Zhao's hand.

He flew to Fan Mengmeng's side, checked Xiaodong's injuries, and his face was terribly gloomy.

Xiaodong endured the pain and weakly grasped Fan Mengmeng's hand. With her last bit of strength, she said, "Miss...Master Zhao...he..."

"Xiaodong, hold on, I will stop the bleeding for you." Fan Mengmeng was in tears and tore off her clothes to bandage Xiaodong's wound.

Xiaodong shook his head, looking resolutely at the people around him, and said in a trembling voice, "Fellow villagers, Master Zhao...he deceived you! He is the real villain! He...he embezzled the money for disaster relief and...he also embezzled your land..."

Xiaodong recounted the various evil deeds of Master Zhao in a disjointed manner, from how he deceived Teng Junze to how he exploited the people, telling every detail.

She also produced various evidences that she had secretly collected before, including account books, land deeds, and even letters showing that Zhao Shiye was colluding with other officials.

The people were originally instigated by Master Zhao and were very excited. Now, after hearing Xiaodong's accusation and seeing the solid evidence, they began to talk about it and became suspicious of Master Zhao.

Seeing that the situation was not good and that all was lost, Master Zhao turned around and tried to escape.

However, Teng Junze was well prepared. The secret guards he arranged had already surrounded the beach, and Master Zhao's retreat was completely blocked.

"Master Zhao, do you think you can escape?" Teng Junze's voice was as cold as a Shura from hell.

He approached Master Zhao step by step, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Master Zhao’s face was pale and his whole body was trembling. He knew that he was finished.

He glared at Fan Mengmeng and Xiaodong fiercely, gritting his teeth and saying, "It's all your fault...it's all because of you two bitches..."

"Catch him!" Teng Junze gave an order, and the secret guards rushed forward and tied up Master Zhao.

The sea breeze still howled, but the atmosphere on the beach had changed dramatically.

The truth was revealed and justice was served. The people cheered and praised Teng Junze's wisdom and Fan Mengmeng's bravery.

Fan Mengmeng watched Teng Junze arrange everything in an orderly manner, her heart filled with admiration and love.

She believed that they would succeed... "Mengmeng," Teng Junze's voice rang in her ears, "Here..."

Fan Mengmeng looked at Teng Junze who was giving orders with such confidence, as if everything was under his control, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

His calm and composed appearance was completely different from his usual dark and domineering self, but it fascinated her even more.

She knew that they would be able to overcome the current difficulties, just as they had gone through the previous ups and downs hand in hand.

However, the calm was short-lived.

The remaining forces of Master Zhao, a group of desperate criminals, suddenly emerged from the darkness, waving swords and rushing towards Teng Junze and others.

"Protect the young master!" The secret guards quickly formed a human wall and protected Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng behind them.

A fierce battle broke out instantly, with swords flashing and shouts of killing shaking the sky.

Teng Junze is agile and strong, like a tiger descending from the mountain. Each of his moves is extremely sharp and deadly.

The long sword in his hand danced like a dragon, bringing up pieces of blood.

Although the enemy outnumbered us, Teng Junze's side was full of vigor and showed no fear.

Although Fan Mengmeng doesn't know martial arts, she didn't hide behind Teng Junze and tremble.

She tightly grasped the electric baton she brought from modern times for self-defense, and was always alert to the movements around her.

She knew that in this era, she could not rely on technology like in modern times, but she could protect herself and those around her in her own way.

The two sides fought hard, and the shouts and sounds of weapons clashing intertwined together, like a tragic war song.

At this moment, Fan Mengmeng keenly caught a flaw in the opponent's formation.

She immediately pointed in that direction and shouted, "Junze, their left wing defense is weak!"

Teng Junze understood what he meant and immediately adjusted his tactics, concentrating his forces on attacking the opponent's left wing.

Under his command, the secret guards pierced into the enemy camp like sharp knives, completely disrupting the enemy's formation.

The remaining forces of Master Zhao began to retreat step by step and were completely defeated.

The balance of victory gradually tilted towards Teng Junze. The sea breeze blew up sand and dust, blocking the afterglow of the sunset.

Teng Junze walked up to Master Zhao who was tied up, looked down at him with a cold light in his eyes.

"Master Zhao," Teng Junze's voice was as cold as ice, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Master Zhao raised his head, his face filled with resentment and resentment. He stared at Fan Mengmeng fiercely and said in a hoarse voice, "It's all your fault...you witch..." Before he finished speaking, suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from afar, getting closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer... A voice rang out in the chaos, "Oh no! The soldiers are coming!"

Upon hearing this, Master Zhao's face turned pale instantly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

He struggled desperately but could not break free and could only watch the officers and soldiers approach.

Teng Junze sneered, "It seems that even God can't stand your evil deeds." The officers and soldiers quickly took control of the situation and took away Master Zhao and his remnants.

Teng Junze turned to Fan Mengmeng, the ice in his eyes melted, replaced by tenderness and doting, "It's okay." Fan Mengmeng nodded and snuggled gently in his arms, the joy of surviving the disaster and the longing for the future intertwined.

The stability of time and space seemed to be restored with the defeat of Master Zhao, and Fan Mengmeng's ability to travel between modern times and ancient times became smoother.

She knew that all this was inseparable from Teng Junze's help and support.

The two returned to Teng Mansion hand in hand. Xiaodong had already prepared hot water and clean clothes.

Looking at the two figures walking side by side, Xiaodong showed a relieved smile on his face.

As night falls, the Teng Mansion is brightly lit.

Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze brought Master Zhao to the public, ready to expose his conspiracy.

Master Zhao looked dejected and seemed to have given up resistance.

However, just as Teng Junze was about to speak, Fan Mengmeng suddenly felt something strange. She looked up abruptly, her gaze falling on an inconspicuous corner behind Master Zhao... There, a dark shadow flashed by.

Fan Mengmeng's heart trembled, and she whispered to Teng Junze, "Be careful..."