An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

The door panel was carefully placed next to the old man, making a slight collision sound.

July and September stood at the two ends of the door panel, maintaining a high level of vigilance. They stared at the old man closely, as if the air was frozen, waiting for any reaction from the old man.

The old man was surrounded by several people. He seemed extremely alert, his eyes tense as if facing a powerful enemy. He gripped the sword tightly, the tip trembling slightly, yet with a compelling aura, he approached Jing Chunxi directly. Even in the darkness, the blade's edge gleamed with a cold light.

"Hiss--" Jing Chunxi felt a piercing pain. She couldn't help but grin and frowned tightly.

Blood oozed from her wound, trickling down her cheek and onto the ground with a subtle "tick-tick." Despite the pain and grievance she felt, she clenched her teeth, not a single tear in her eyes. Everyone was silent, holding their breath for a moment, afraid to move, fearing a single mistake would spark a bloody battle.

"Would you like to take a look at the valuables in the study? We have to move all the stuff out." Jing Yi's voice was particularly clear in the silence. He reminded the old man with an unquestionable firmness in his tone.

Speaking of treasure, Jing Chunxi's mind quickly turned. She whispered to the old man behind her, "As for the things you are guarding, our prince doesn't even care about them. You can share them with your men."

Jing Chunxi gasped softly, enduring the pain. Though her voice was faint, it was clearly heard by everyone. She could feel the back of her head being stared at, the gaze filled with murderous intent, like a sharp blade thrust directly at her face. She was extremely nervous, fearing that her judgment had been wrong and that the old man would become angry and send her to see the King of Hell.

But then, a miracle happened. Jing Chunxi suddenly felt his neck loosen, and then there was a crisp "clang!" sound, and the sword in the old man's hand fell to the ground.

Her body was also pushed forward, and she quickly jumped a few steps away with the force.

No one attacked the old man; he had dropped the sword himself. Suddenly, he collapsed, his limbs dropping to the ground, looking like a dead pig, unfazed by the heat. But he uttered something that stunned everyone: "You can kill me or chop me up, it's up to you, Prince."

He lay motionless on the ground, looking up at the sky with confused eyes. He had completely lost his fighting spirit. There was more white than black in his eyes, as if all the light had been drained away, leaving only emptiness.

Jing Yi, who had been holding the sword tightly in his hand, stopped at this moment. He stared at the cloth that had completely slipped off the old man's face. After a while, he saw a face that was full of vicissitudes but somewhat familiar.

The swords in the hands of Ah Qi and the others had already reached the old man's chest, and Chong San had already made a move to draw his sword.

"withdraw!"

But as soon as Jing Yi gave an order, everyone drew their swords immediately. Jing Yi waved at them and repeated, "Retreat!" His voice was very calm.

Then, Jing Yi walked a few steps to Jing Chunxi's side and squatted down. Jing Chunxi's body was pressed against his back. She could feel the master's broad back, which was as hard as iron, but also carried an indescribable warmth.

His voice was unusually calm, but Jing Chunxi felt the tension before the storm was about to come: "Is there any good medicine in the space? If not, use this bottle of golden medicine." He casually took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and stuffed it into Jing Chunxi's hand. Almost in the next moment, Jing Chunxi was carried into the air by Jing Yi.

At this point, the city gates were still a long way from opening. Ah Qi led the way, while the others protected Jing Yi and Jing Chunxi, passing through rooftop after rooftop, each one treading on the tall ridges. They were like a group of night-walking ghosts, moving through the darkness silently but with a sense of urgency.

Jing Chunxi applied the golden ointment from the space to his neck. He could feel the coolness of the ointment quickly seeping into the wounds. The pain from the two wounds on his neck disappeared immediately, and the bleeding stopped.

She could only hear the whirring of the wind in her ears as her master carried her, sometimes running, sometimes soaring. He first turned a few alleys, flew up to the rooftops that were obviously not too high, passed over a dozen roofs, and then leaped onto a towering roof several feet higher than the one he had just been on.

Then, following the axis of the roof, we walked through more than a dozen houses from high to low, and when we landed, we were already out of the inner city.

Then I found the house where the horses were parked. It was surprisingly close to where I had just landed, only a few dozen steps away.

Jing Chunxi struggled to get off her master's back and muttered softly, "I can ride the horse by myself." This time Jing Yi did not force her. Seeing that she was about to climb onto the horse, he helped her and said, "Be careful, the master is behind you." Although the voice was still cold, Jing Chunxi could hear full of concern. It seemed that there was a warm heart hidden under the cold shell.

When she returned to the Jing family courtyard, Jing Chunxi looked at Xiaoman who was following closely beside her, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "It would be great if that old man was one of ours." She thought about how the old man was so old, but his skills were comparable to her master's, and even better than his. However, he was recruited by those bastards, and she couldn't help but feel it was a pity.

She sighed, her heart filled with regret.

"It's a pity that you followed the wrong person." Jing Yi said mercilessly after her, with a kind of gnashing anger in his voice: "This kind of person is willing to put down his dignity and pretend to be deaf and dumb, and pretend to be crazy and stupid to work for these dog officials. He is obsessed and loyal and filial." There was a kind of indignation in his words. The old man's actions made him feel extremely disappointed and angry.

Jing Chunxi always felt that when his master said this, in addition to gritting his teeth, he also felt a sense of excessive excitement.

"I'm so sleepy, I need to go to bed!" Jing Chunxi yawned and said to Xiaoman, turning around and wanting to go into the house, wanting to get away from her master's icy face as soon as possible. She really didn't want to face her master's cold gaze and angry mood anymore, she just wanted to find a place to rest.

"Still sleeping! Everyone, change your clothes quickly and put the clothes you have worn in the stove to burn. July and September, go cook something to eat so that everyone can fill their stomachs. As soon as the city gate opens, we will go back immediately." Jing Yi's voice was still very cold and stern, without a trace of emotion, but with unquestionable firmness in it.

After hearing this, everyone thought it made sense and started to go back to their rooms. Jing Chunxi also wanted to go in and change his clothes, but he found that his master had followed him in.

As soon as he came in, he reached for her collar. Jing Chunxi quickly dodged to the side, tightly grasping her collar, and said anxiously: "The medicine in the space is very good. My grandfather used it for three days and the scabs fell off." She tried to explain, tried to reassure her master, but her master's eyes were still cold. She didn't know whether he didn't believe her words or was dissatisfied with her behavior.