Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

The swordsmanship of the Heavenly Sword Sect has been famous for a long time. Moreover, the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect have always stayed in their own territory and have never gone out.

In fact, the swordsmanship of the Heavenly Sword Sect is extremely powerful. If it were to be ranked in the martial arts world, it would probably be in the top three.

Knowing the plot, Leng Qingyou clearly understood that the leader of the martial arts alliance was determined to obtain the sword technique from her family.

That's why she resorted to trickery and schemes, leaving only her as the sole survivor of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

It's funny, really. Maybe the Heavenly Sword Sect has been living in seclusion for too long!

Or perhaps her father was foolish and naive; even after the Heavenly Sword Sect was destroyed, he was still thinking about having Leng Qingyou go find that martial arts alliance leader.

Unexpectedly, in the end, they were still lambs to the slaughter.

Most of the benefits Leng Qingyou had gained along the way had vanished.

She slowly walked to the table, reached out, and grasped the sword.

He drew his sword, and a cold, sharp light shimmered across its blade.

The longsword was pointed out, gleaming with a cold light.

Leng Qingyou exerted her strength for a while, and with a burst of sword energy, the door on one side was actually cut off by her sword energy.

"Click-clack—"

After being cut off, Leng Qingyou was immediately embarrassed.

Seemingly having heard the noise, the waiter came over shortly afterward.

Seeing the mess in the room, Leng Qingyou took out some silver from her pocket as compensation.

Because of this compensation, there was no money left to continue living there, so she took Xun Ze out.

Walking down the bustling street, Xun Ze still squinted, he was genuinely exhausted.

I could have taken a nap later, but who knew I'd be woken up so early.

At this moment, Leng Qingyou couldn't help but feel regret. If only she had taken one or two gold bars from that secret room, she would at least be living a worry-free life now.

The two walked one after the other, and at that moment, shouts of cursing and pleas for mercy could be heard from one side.

Leng Qingyou looked up and saw a flower girl standing on the side of the street, being harassed by a local thug.

"Please, let me go!"

The flower girl cried and begged for mercy.

"Grandpa, it's your good fortune that I've taken a liking to you!"

The thug, with a face full of scars and a lewd smile, was so burly that he intimidated those around him.

Even the onlookers kept their distance.

Leng Qingyou glanced at the flower girl... her clothes were very neat... even her hair was combed meticulously, and she had a flower in her hair.

It seems that the person is indeed more beautiful than the flower.

She was being dragged along, her eyes constantly scanning her surroundings, hoping someone would come to her rescue.

Leng Qingyou glanced at her, her eyes so darting around, and she felt that this flower girl didn't seem to be of good character.

Xun Ze saw this but did not move; he narrowed his eyes.

The two of them watched the farce unfold before them as if it were a play.

"stop!"

This world will never lack saviors.

Sure enough, a moment later, a richly dressed young man came out, reached out and grabbed the flower girl, and stood proudly in front of the thug.

The thugs, their eyebrows raised in anger, glared at the boy and shouted, "Where did this pretty boy come from!"