Chapter 252: Making Full Use Of Everything
In the bushes near the pool, the father and daughter who hadn’t seen each other for over three months were staring wide-eyed at each other.
Staring at his daughter gnawing on peanut crisp while sitting on the leopard’s back, Lu Chengjing raised his hand to his forehead, took two deep breaths, and then asked, “How are you here?”
“Save Lun.” Yuan Yuan had peanut crisp in her mouth, so her words weren’t clear.
But Lu Chengjing, as her daddy, understood.
His daughter had run into the mountains in the middle of the night to save someone.
“Save who?”
“Merchant caravan.” Yuan Yuan felt around in her small bundle and handed a piece of peanut crisp to her own daddy.
The cub didn’t eat alone.
Lu Chengjing took the peanut crisp but had no appetite for it.
He continued asking, “Did you come by yourself?”
“Mother, Auntie, Uncle, all came.” Yuan Yuan held up four fingers to her daddy.
Lu Chengjing stared; wasn’t it only three people? Why four fingers?
Thinking the child was too young and had miscounted, he decided not to dwell on the number and asked, “You’re here, where’s your mother?”
“Mountain stronghold.” Yuan Yuan stretched out her small hand pointing toward the mountaintop, her tone soft and mellow, “Mother let Yuan Yuan play.”
After playing with the little wolf, she played with Hu Hu, then met Hua Hua by the pool; she helped Hua Hua beat the bad guys, and afterward played with Hua Hua.
To explain, Hua Hua was the leopard Yuan Yuan was riding.
“Bad guys.” Yuan Yuan rode the leopard, leading her own daddy to the poolside to see those bad guys she and her little buddy had beaten to the ground together.
A crescent moon reflected in the serene pool, night breeze brushing over, rippling the water surface slightly.
It could have been a picturesque scene, but it was ruined by the bunch of fat or thin men lying by the pool.
Lu Chengjing counted; there were eleven in total.
He lowered his head to look at his daughter: “You beat all of them?”
“Hu Hu, Hua Hua, helped!” Yuan Yuan grabbed her daddy’s hand and went forward, squatted down to pick up a money bag and stuffed it into her daddy’s hand, her eyes curving with a smile, “For Daddy.”
Lu Chengjing: “…”
What was this instinctive looting of corpses? They hadn’t taught her that.
Eleven men, injuries light or heavy, but all still alive.
Lu Chengjing breathed a sigh of relief.
These people’s attire was similar to the mountain bandits he’d seen that day; mountain bandits committed arson, murder, and plunder without restraint, so even if they died, it wouldn’t be a pity.
But he didn’t want his young daughter to have blood on her hands at such a tender age.
Noticing the movement of the person beside him, Lu Chengjing bent down to pick up his daughter, speaking gently to her while lifting his foot and unhesitatingly snapping that man’s neck.
Blood sprayed, and the man who had been groaning instantly fell silent.
Yuan Yuan heard the movement and wanted to look down, but Lu Chengjing immediately covered her big eyes, “Be good, listen to Daddy tell a story.”
The little baby girl’s originally pursed mouth immediately curved up; she liked listening to Daddy tell stories.
His clear voice was like the gentlest breeze in the mountain forest; the story of bravely fighting mountain bandits was exciting, and Yuan Yuan clenched her small hands, listening very seriously.
The cub was as brave as little flower in the story!
After finishing the short story full of courage and passion, Lu Chengjing had also rendered the group of truly or feignedly unconscious mountain bandits unable to move.
He bent down and carefully wiped the bloodstains from the edge of his shoe with a silk handkerchief.
The shoes specially custom-made for him by his wife would be a pity if dirtied.
The strong smell of blood attracted quite a few wild beasts, but none dared to rush over.
Lu Chengjing scanned the circle of glowing beast eyes, slowly hooking up a smile at the corner of his lips, generously leaving the place to the bloodthirsty wild beasts.
He lowered his head and kissed the top of the little baby girl’s hair, his voice still gentle: “Let’s go find Mother.”
“Okay.” Yuan Yuan obediently agreed, her eyes still covered by Daddy, but she didn’t forget to wave her small hand toward the leopard, “Bye, Hua Hua.”
The leopard low-roared in response, and after the big and small figures disappeared into the mountain forest, it joined the feast behind.
The pool water rippled, gradually turning murky. Amid the sounds of flesh being torn, it lost its clarity.
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“Are you sure that bandit leader will come find you soon?” Shang Wan leaned by the window looking out.
The commotion caused by the wolf pack had subsided, and the mountain stronghold had returned to its initial orderly state.
She hadn’t heard noisy sounds, so Xiao Huan and the others probably hadn’t been discovered by the mountain bandits.
Qiao Yu’an leaned on the other side, also peering out the window.
The two sections of wrists peeking from his sleeves were red and swollen with broken skin, clearly from struggling hard earlier.
Shang Wan handed over a small jar of ointment; Qiao Yu’an waved it off, “Apply later, don’t let that bandit leader get suspicious.”
Fine.
Shang Wan simply put the ointment away, turned and walked to the table to sit down, picking up the teapot to pour herself a cup of tea.
“Hey, there’s muscle relaxant powder in the tea.” Qiao Yu’an lunged over, but Shang Wan had already drunk half.
“Spit it out quick!” Qiao Yu’an was extremely anxious; he was counting on Shang Wan to save him out.
Shang Wan gulped it down and said, “Muscle relaxant powder doesn’t work on me.”
She wasn’t stupid enough to drink tea knowing it was problematic.
Ignoring Qiao Yu’an’s shocked expression, Shang Wan twirled the tea cup and asked, “Is there a lot of muscle relaxant powder in the mountain stronghold?”
Qiao Yu’an had been tied up the mountain and kept bound in the room; how would he know?
Shang Wan could tell from his expression that he didn’t know.
Alright, she had been thinking of using their own methods against them, but now… the poison Duanmu gave her had scope for action.
“I’ll be right back.” Shang Wan didn’t give Qiao Yu’an a chance to react and pushed open the door to leave.
Qiao Yu’an: “…”
Him alone in the mountain bandit lair felt very unsafe!
Regardless of whether Shang Wan could hear, he lowered his voice and shouted, “Come back quick!”
While Qiao Yu’an was pondering how to retie the rope to avoid detection, Xiao Huan and the other two finally found the room holding the merchant caravan members, led by the wildcat.
There were really many mountain bandits patrolling the mountain stronghold; the three had nearly been discovered several times earlier, and now their hearts were pounding.
Shi Tou poked out half his face to look across, seeing two mountain bandits guarding the room doorway, and on the high watchtower, three more mountain bandits holding bows pacing back and forth.
As soon as the three showed themselves, they’d surely be shot into pincushions.
“What to do?” Xiao Huan almost whispered.
“I’ll go draw them away.” Zhou Gua said, “You guys take the chance to go in and save people.”
Shi Tou thought not, grabbing Zhou Gua, “You want to get shot into a pincushion?”
Zhou Gua turned back to look at him, “Then what’s your way?”
Among the three people, he had the fastest movement skills, most suited for this.
Of course, Zhou Gua also had thoughts of making amends with merit.
What if the head owner spared his punishment for his effort in saving people?
Shang Wan, who had just reached the kitchen, suddenly sneezed; even though she immediately covered her mouth and nose, she was still discovered by the mountain bandit making midnight snacks in the kitchen.
The mountain bandit held a kitchen knife, cautiously approaching the stacked vegetable baskets.
The sound came from here.
A chill wind rose on his back; the mountain bandit suddenly felt pain in his neck, his vision went black, and he softly collapsed.
Shang Wan reached out to catch both the man and the kitchen knife to avoid making noise that would alert the mountain bandit guarding outside the door.
She locked his head and twisted it half a turn with force; with a “crack,” the mountain bandit cook’s soul returned to the heavens.
“Rest assured, I’ll make good use of the last pot of soup you made in this life.”
