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The executioner's hand was struck by an arrow, and his knife fell to the ground.

"They're bandits!" the people exclaimed in alarm, making way for them in fear.

Under the bright blue sky, a burly bandit, his lower half-face covered and dressed in simple clothes, rode his horse to the execution ground to rescue the person.

Feng Banxia blocked the way, forcing the horse to stop.

The bandit leader was a scarred man with sinister eyes. He stared at Feng Banxia and smacked his lips: "You're the tofu beauty who haunted Young Master Du's dreams and made him risk three lives."

She was indeed very beautiful, with delicate eyebrows, a fine nose, bright eyes, and white teeth.

Du Congfei thought he was going to die and was so scared that he wet his pants. He never expected that someone would come to save him.

"Stop talking nonsense and untie me now, let's go!" Du Congfei shouted when he saw that the scarred man still had the leisure to flirt with Feng Banxia, ​​and then looked around in panic.

The execution ground was surrounded by bandits. The constables dared not move, and the people also fell silent, hiding on the sidelines trembling, fearing that they would be caught in the crossfire and lose their lives.

The scarred man chuckled: "What's the rush? We dared to come, so we've made ample preparations."

"Madam Feng has a fiery temper, which I like. Bringing her back to the mountain stronghold as my wife would be perfect!"

Feng Banxia spat, straightening her back: "If you want to kidnap someone today, you'll have to step over my corpse first!"

"You've got guts." The scarred man laughed heartily, rode forward on his horse, and bent down to pick her up around the waist.

Feng Banxia gripped a silver hairpin tightly in her hand, looking for an opportunity to poke the scarred man's eye.

Just then, a persimmon hit the scarred man on the back of the head.

Ouch! The scarred man felt dizzy and his face contorted in intense pain.

Not only him, but all the bandits were hit by persimmons and fell off their horses.

"Who!" A sense of fear rose in the scarred man's heart. To be able to hurt someone with just a persimmon, what a powerful expert this was.

"It's me." Renbao swaggered out from among the people, holding a candied hawthorn in her left hand and a large persimmon in her right. She kept talking, taking a bite of the food in both hands.

When Du Congfei saw Renbao, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said, "Quickly save me! Don't underestimate her just because she's a little girl; she's very strange."

Renbao looked at him upon hearing this and said angrily, "You're the one who's weird!"

"Who are you?" The scarred man looked Renbao up and down, slowly got up from the ground, and gripped the knife in his hand tightly.

He dismissed Du Congfei's words.

How strange could a three-year-old toddler be? Covered in gold, with snow-white skin and a chubby face, she looked like a pampered young lady from a wealthy family.

They're really bold, daring to provoke him all by themselves.

The scarred man looked around, glancing again towards the north, where someone was watching.

Presumably, this is the little boy's guard. He is not afraid at all, but instead wants to capture Renbao and take him back to the mountain stronghold.

The people watched helplessly as Renbao walked up to him, and they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

The scarred boy was tall, while Renbao was barely up to his knees. The difference in their physiques alone made people think...

He could kill Renbao with a single slap.

"Did your father ever teach you a single sentence?" Renbao took a bite of a persimmon, his cheeks puffing out, and said indistinctly.

The scarred man didn't quite hear him and lowered his head slightly: "What?"

Renbao stuffed the candied hawthorn and persimmon into her mouth, then lifted her leg and stepped on his foot without hesitation, clenching her fists and punching his knees with both hands.

The scarred man felt a sudden dizziness, and with a thud, he was knocked to the ground.

The people gasped in shock, watching this scene in disbelief.

The bandit leader, who was nearly nine feet tall and as strong as an ox, was beaten down by Renbao!

Wow! That strength is unimaginable.

The bandits looked on in astonishment and stood rooted to the spot, too afraid to move.

Renbao took the persimmon out of his mouth and ate it one candied hawthorn at a time. After finishing, he stretched out his free hand to Feng Banxia and said, "Sister, don't be afraid, Renbao will protect you."

Feng Banxia knelt down with a thud, pressing her head tightly against the bluestone: "Thank you, Little Celestial Master. I only want Du Congfei to die, even if it costs me my life."

Renbao said in a childish voice, "You can let him die without risking his life!"

After she finished speaking, her chubby little legs bounced up onto the stage.

"Little Celestial Master, that place is dirty, come down quickly." The constable's eyes followed her every move, his heart in his throat, and he hurriedly spoke up.

Renbao was Lord Su's darling and a beloved little baby in the Dali Temple. If he lost even a single hair on the execution ground, they would be heartbroken.

None of them expected that someone would be so audacious as to try to kidnap them.

"It's okay, Renbao can do it." Renbao smiled sweetly at them, "I promised Sister Feng that I would help her get justice, and I must do it."

The crowd was deeply moved, and ordinary people were especially touched to tears, for justice seemed so far away to them.

Feng Banxia's parents and younger brother died tragically; her justice is also the justice for every ordinary person.

"Little Celestial Master, amazing!" the white-haired old man exclaimed. "Even a three-year-old child is not afraid of mountain bandits, and she is still a Little Celestial Master of noble status. She is seeking justice for ordinary people like us."

What are we afraid of? If we don't stand up today, another Miss Feng's story will happen tomorrow, and who will help us then?

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, followed by a commotion.

"Well said! Let's follow the Little Celestial Master and seek justice for the Feng family!"

The onlookers stepped forward and blocked the bandits' path.

Renbao smiled and waved his chubby little hand at them.

She took out a porcelain bottle from the bamboo basket, and without changing her expression, pulled out the arrow stuck in the executioner's wrist, sprinkled it with medicinal powder, and gave him a pill.

"Big Uncle, it won't hurt anymore if you eat this."

Without hesitation, the executioner swallowed it, his eyes lighting up: "Little Celestial Master, what kind of medicine is this? It's truly miraculous! It will stop hurting after I swallow it."

Renbao chuckled, "It's the medicine I made! Big Uncle, grab your big knife and chop off the bad guy's head!"

The executioner wrapped his wound with a cloth, picked up the large knife from the ground, and said, "Alright!"

Du Congfei's anxiety finally died.

"Little Celestial Master, you accepted ten chests of gold from my Du family and promised to release my son, but now you've gone back on your word and are righteously saying you're going to seek justice for Feng Banxia."

You want both fame and money; you're utterly insatiable!

Just as the executioner was about to strike.

Tian rushed out, pointed at Renbao, and sternly accused him, addressing the crowd.

"Don't let her fool you, everyone!"