Wow, this rough-around-the-edges pregnant wife is something else, she's incredibly ruthless!

The man woke everyone in the courtyard on the hillside, including the so-called masked man.

The man was tall and wore a black brocade robe, the fabric of which appeared to be of the highest quality, Shu brocade.

He wore a black veiled hat on his head and a pure black mask on his face.

The person was completely wrapped up, with only their hands showing.

Behind him followed a woman dressed in a pink and white dress. The woman had beautiful skin and was clearly Zhou Man, whom Meng Tong had saved earlier.

However, her eyes seemed to have become somewhat dull and depressed compared to before, and her overall demeanor had also changed significantly.

"Sir, a man and a woman are coming down the hillside. They're carrying machetes, and they don't look like good people. We should..."

"Oh, I see."

A deep voice rang out, and the man raised his hand to stop him from continuing, then looked down the mountain.

Even through the veil and from such a distance, the man could still clearly see Meng Tong and Lu Chuan standing on the other side of the wooden bridge.

A slight smile played on the man's thin lips hidden beneath his veil as he strode down the steps, followed by the woman behind him.

There were dozens of people in a large group. It had been a long time since Meng Tong had seen so many people, and he felt a little excited.

Especially when I saw that so-called masked man, I realized that this man really was a man with a clouded memory.

As her fingers unconsciously twitched, Meng Tong also felt a sense of intimidation from the man.

This is not a man to be trifled with.

They looked at each other, separated by a wooden bridge.

The masked man stood at the front, with Zhou Man beside him.

Meng Tong glanced at it and then pretended not to see it.

"Who are you?"

This time it was the masked man who asked the question. His accent was different from Meng Xuan's, which had a rural accent; instead, it was very authentic.

Based on his memory, Meng Tong's only feeling was that he came from the capital.

Having made up his mind, Meng Tong said calmly, "Why ask me who I am when you're asking someone to come to my place?"

The masked man remained silent, his tone laced with sarcasm.

But the people around them knew.

It turns out they were the couple Zhou Man had mentioned.

Judging from her clothes and her rosy complexion, she was right; they were doing well.

Some people, with restless hearts, have already begun to harbor wicked intentions.

They were able to survive in the deep mountains, which means they must have seen bloodshed to some extent.

Following at the back of the crowd, the boy, who had been silent until now, lit up immediately when he heard Meng Tong's voice.

She's the older sister who saved her younger sister's life.

They're still alive...that's good.

His clear, dark eyes darted around hidden beneath his hair as the boy slightly shifted his body to look at Meng Tong opposite him.

Holding his younger sister's hand, the boy was trembling, feeling as if he were seeing his loved ones again.

A burning gaze fell upon her, and through the crowd, Meng Tong immediately saw the boy looking at her.

Even though he looked different, Meng Tong could still recognize those eyes at a glance.

After a slight pause of a second, Meng Tong returned to normal.

The boy was somewhat disappointed, but he also knew that now was not a good time.

……

"Madam, what brings you here in such a grand manner?"

"Heh...what do you think!"

Meng Tong rolled her eyes at the dignified man, then suppressed Lu Chuan's urge to attack.

This is not a suitable occasion for taking action.

As the two faced each other, the masked man's fingers, which were clenched in front of him, twitched slightly. He grinned and said in a low voice, "I really don't know. I hope you can enlighten me, Madam."

"We too have endured hardships to survive, madam..."

"threaten me?"

"Don't dare."

The man maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, which made the two of them seem particularly aggressive.

Meng Tong, who had initially been somewhat patient in continuing to argue with him, instantly lost his patience.

With her left hand behind her back, Meng Tong made a gesture towards Lu Chuan, and the supernatural power in her right hand slowly flowed out.

The atmosphere suddenly changed, and the person opposite naturally noticed it as well. A sinister glint appeared in the man's eyes, and in an instant, a gust of wind swept by, and a dagger came straight at Meng Tong.

The man was clearly different from the refugees she had encountered before; he was not someone she could kill with a single move.

A powerful surge of internal energy, carrying the blade of a dagger, swept towards Meng Tong. Lu Chuan's eyes flashed, and he used the cleaver in his hand to block Meng Tong's path.

"Bang."

The blades clashed with a sharp sound, and a spark flew before Meng Tong's eyes.

In just a few breaths, Lu Chuan and the masked man started fighting on the wooden bridge.

One is methodical and possesses inner strength, while the other relies solely on brute force and a clever mind.

The two fought back and forth for dozens of rounds, but Lu Chuan eventually fell into a disadvantageous position. Just as the dagger was about to slit his throat, Meng Tong made his move.

The whip, studded with barbs, came straight for the masked man's arm, its power, combined with the man's inner abilities, made it seem like a giant python capable of discerning direction.

The dagger hooked onto the masked man's right hand, and the intense pain caused him to release his grip on the knife.

Of course, the man was also capable; disregarding the fact that he was holding the whip in his arm, he swung it away and hooked a piece of flesh.

His gaze towards Meng Tong was filled with intense killing intent, which she could feel even through the veil.

Meng Tong helped Lu Chuan up from the ground, glanced at him, and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Lu Chuan stood up and said to Meng Tong, "Be careful, my wife, he's quite powerful."

"Yes, I know. Step back."

"it is good."

His hand holding the machete trembled slightly. After taking a deep look at the masked man, Lu Chuan took more than ten steps behind Meng Tong.

Knowing how formidable his wife was, he decided not to go and cause her any trouble.

……

On the wooden bridge, Meng Tong and the masked man stared at each other.

He clutched his arm and spoke again, "Who exactly are you?"

The man's mind raced. "A village girl couldn't possibly have such amazing skills," he thought.

However, no suitable candidate has been found yet.

Such people will either fall into your hands, or...

The man flicked his wrist and pulled a flute from his sleeve.

Meng Tong narrowed his eyes slightly. Right now, this thing would probably make a sound that would make people lose their minds.

She's not stupid enough to just sit and wait.

With a flick of his whip, Meng Tong's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

It was as if a venomous snake had flown past and wrapped itself around the flute in the man's hand, instantly snapping it in two.

In one fell swoop, taking advantage of the man's momentary daze, the whip extended through her supernatural power, binding him tightly like a mummy.

He was stunned.

"you……"

"Snapped."

The hat on his head was knocked off, and then Meng Tong flew up and rushed towards the man, reaching out with her left hand to remove the mask from his face.

Beneath the mask was an ordinary face; the only distinctive feature was a pair of sinister eyes.

However, they were all filled with anger, including the trembling flesh.

"How dare you! Do you know who I am? Let me go right now, you ignorant... ugh."

Now that he knows how to put on airs, Meng Tong is too lazy to listen.

Even if the King of Heaven himself came, he would have to shut up.

A tattered rag was used to gag the man, and after a few rolls, he was dragged to her feet by Meng Tong's whip.

Everyone else was stunned.