I asked you to go hunting, and you ended up wearing a yellow robe?

The main hall of the Wang family's residence had long since become a living hell.

The fine eight-immortal table was overturned on the ground, mixed with dark red bloodstains.

Zhao Tianlong, the young leader of Black Dragon Village, was slowly wiping the blood off the blade with a silk handkerchief.

At my feet, the body of an old farmer was still stiff, his eyes wide open, unable to close in death.

"Tsk, the old man's bones are hard, and his blood is dirty."

Zhao Tianlong disgustedly threw the handkerchief onto the corpse's face, then turned his gaze to the girl beside him.

In the firelight, the girl's exquisite beauty was still evident despite the damage to her silk and satin clothes.

She had a graceful figure and a face that was absolutely stunning, but her phoenix eyes were now filled with cold disgust and disdain.

"Miss Jia, look, this is what you scholars call 'the law'." Zhao Tianlong strolled over, a mocking smile on his face. "In this chaotic world, the sword is the law."

The girl turned her head away, her voice as cold as ice: "Indiscriminate killing of innocent people, worse than pigs and dogs. People like you will go to the eighteenth level of hell after you die."

"Hahaha!" Zhao Tianlong laughed instead of getting angry, waving his hand at the group of men outside the door whose eyes were burning with desire. "Get out of here, all of you! You can take whatever you want from the village's women and grain. Don't you dare get in my way!"

"Yes, young master!"

A group of bandits rushed out like wolves and tigers, their greedy eyes practically stripping the girl naked before they left.

They had been lusting after her for a long time. This woman was even more beautiful than the most beautiful courtesan in the county, but she was the young master's favorite. They didn't even dare to dream about her. They could only suppress their lust and prepare to vent their anger on the other women in the village.

Only the two of them remained in the main room.

Zhao Tianlong bent down, trying to grasp the girl's hands, which were bound in front of her, his tone carrying what he thought was a hint of tenderness: "Qinghan, don't worry. After our wedding, I will retire from my life of crime and never touch another woman again, treating you with the utmost respect."

Jia Qinghan recoiled as if avoiding a snake, spitting out, "Pah! Don't touch me with your filthy hands!"

She was filled with grief and indignation.

She was originally the daughter of the Vice Minister of Rites in the capital, but her family was destroyed overnight because her father offended a powerful official in the court.

She was sold all the way here and is now being forced to marry a ruthless bandit leader!

She'd rather die!

If it weren't for her lingering thoughts of her sister who had been separated from her by the flood, she would have committed suicide the moment she was abducted to the mountain.

"How ungrateful!"

The fake smile on Zhao Tianlong's face vanished instantly, replaced by a ferocious grin.

He grabbed Jia Qinghan's chin, forcing her to look at him: "I'm being nice to you, giving you face! Believe me or not, tonight I'll do you right here, in front of all those brothers outside!"

A resolute glint flashed in Jia Qinghan's eyes.

When it really came to that, she bit her tongue and committed suicide.

Seeing her unyielding spirit, Zhao Tianlong's eyes burned even brighter with malice.

He suddenly released his grip, gave a cold laugh, and picked up a cup of tea that had been prepared on the table.

"Are you thirsty? Have some water to soothe your throat."

Jia Qinghan ignored him, but Zhao Tianlong forced her to drink it.

However, she suddenly felt a wave of inexplicable dizziness, her whole body began to feel hot, and it felt as if countless ants were crawling all over her body.

She glanced sharply at the cup of tea, instantly realizing what had happened, and her face turned deathly pale.

"You...you poisoned the tea!"

"Sweet or not?!" Zhao Tianlong's smile grew even more smug as he approached step by step. "Tonight, even if you're a chaste and virtuous woman, you'll be turned into a slutty, wanton harlot by me!"

Jia Qinghan's consciousness began to blur, and waves of heat surged through her body, making her writhe uncontrollably.

Despair instantly engulfed her.

Just as Zhao Tianlong reached out his wicked hand, about to touch her clothes...

"puff!"

The window was pierced, and a dark figure slipped in silently like a raccoon dog, landing without making a sound.

Zhao Tianlong was startled and whirled around: "Who?!"

The newcomer was dressed in plain clothes, with a tall and straight figure. His face was expressionless, except for his eyes, which were as cold as a deep winter pool.

It was Qishan.

"Who are you?" Zhao Tianlong asked, his voice trembling with fear, his hand already reaching for the hilt of the knife at his waist.

Qi Shan didn't answer, but calmly asked, "Zhao Tianlong, the young master of Black Dragon Stronghold?"

Zhao Tianlong was taken aback, then subconsciously puffed out his chest: "That's right, it's me! You..."

Before he could finish speaking, everything went blurry.

Qi Shan raised his hand, holding a strangely shaped object.

"I'm going to kill you."

The voice just fell.

"call out!"

A faint, almost inaudible click of a mechanism.

Zhao Tianlong's pupils suddenly contracted; he tried to shout, but no sound came out.

A small, bloody hole appeared on his neck, from which a spurt of blood shot out.

He clutched his neck in disbelief, swayed, and fell straight backward, crashing to the ground with a thud.

He died without ever knowing how he died.

Qi Shan stepped forward expressionlessly and began to search the still-warm corpse.

Soon, he pulled out a money pouch, weighed it in his hand, and found a few pieces of gold inside, about four ounces.

There was also a warm and lustrous jade bracelet that I picked up; its color was excellent, and it looked very valuable.

He unceremoniously stuffed them into his pocket.

I got four ounces of gold and a bracelet; tonight was worth it.

Just as I finished doing all this, a fragrant breeze suddenly wafted up from behind me.

A hot, soft body hugged him tightly from behind.

"It's hot...it's so hot...help me..."

The girl's voice was choked with sobs, filled with unbearable pain and pleading.

Qi Shan's body stiffened.

He could clearly feel that the girl's body was frighteningly hot; he could feel the astonishing heat even through the fabric.

The tip of my nose was filled with the unique body fragrance of the girl, a blend of medicinal scents.

No man could stand this.

He immediately realized that the woman had been given a potent drug.

If not relieved quickly, it can cause brain damage at best, and even lead to death from ruptured blood vessels at worst.

"Save me...please..."

Jia Qinghan had completely lost her mind and only knew to follow her instincts to get closer to the man in front of her who could bring her a little coolness.

She clung to Qi Shan like an octopus, her little hands groping wildly over his body, trying to tear off his clothes.

Qi Shan took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the fire rising in his heart.

He heard noisy footsteps and lewd laughter coming from outside the courtyard; the bandits had returned.

There's no time left.

Take her away?

She's too conspicuous; in her current state, she'll only attract more pursuers.

Leave her here?

There is no doubt that he will die.

Qi Shan's eyes narrowed, and he made a decision instantly.

He swept Jia Qinghan up in a princess carry, strode towards the bed in the inner room, and slammed the door shut with one foot.

In the darkness, he looked at the stunningly beautiful girl in his arms, her eyes alluring and her face flushed, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"I'm sorry."

He whispered something and leaned down to press down.