Chapter 6, Joyful Reunion

House

Lan Xi was too lazy to pay them any mind, only continuously watching and laughing, her large hands rubbing the rosy cheeks of the house and the frozen purple ears.

At this moment, Jing Maoan could no longer contain his curiosity and leaned halfway into the carriage, eager to catch a glimpse of the house.

A slight difference

Lan Xishu is not particularly appealing, and the shape of the birthmark on his backside is something the brothers are all too familiar with. What truly piques their curiosity and tugs at their hearts is the house that Lan Xishu mentioned. During the earlier lightning-fast exchange, they barely caught a glimpse before breaching the three-man defense line. The cold yet youthful voice that rang out sounded like that of a girl. Now, as the brothers observe the back of the figure with the fluttering cloak, the loosely draped Zhaojun hat on her shoulders, and the slightly disheveled high ponytail, she appears very much like a character from the martial world. The oversized male attire does not fit her well, instead revealing a hint of feminine grace.

Hu Dage's massive blow landed directly on Jing Maoan, with the wooden planks on top of the carriage scattered everywhere. The rear half of the carriage had collapsed severely, and various items in the trunk were jumbled together, causing the back of the carriage to shine with gold and silver, while the colorful clothing and jewelry boxes were dazzling.

Is this the girl who can embroider ducks and wrestle?

The repeating crossbow and that pitch-black short firearm were both discarded at their feet

Yet none have moved, nor dare to move.

Throwing a boomerang is much more proficient than handling a sewing needle

Suddenly, at https://m.hetushu.com, he turned to the side, holding the reins tightly, and with a swift motion, pressed the hilt of his knife against the soft hat on his cloak, his eyes fixed unwaveringly in the same direction as Jing Mao'an.

The heartbeat of Lan Xi Shu instantly thawed, like a torrent of galloping horses, with every blood vessel, even those as fine as silk, boiling with the joy and surprise of a joyful reunion

Although Hu Dage was unscathed, Jing Maoan seemed to have been literally torn apart, with his intestines, stomach, heart, spleen, liver, and kidneys all displaced. Jing Maoan could not even open his mouth to scream, his cheeks puffed up in pain as he continuously sucked in cold air.

Two arms, just now holding sharp weapons, intertwined like climbing vines, as a cold large hand tightly grasped a cold small hand

Jing Mao'an felt a lightness in his body, regaining his senses. His hands were warm and smooth. When he lowered his head, he finally beheld the fully exposed back of the spring peony, her hair cascading like a waterfall, still warm to the touch. Her head twisted in an odd manner, and those lifeless eyes were staring at Jing Mao'an from between the strands of hair, devoid of any tenderness.

Jing Mao'an was anxious not to miss the plot, watching intently as he slowly leaned towards Ding Ya, maintaining a hunched posture, diverting his attention and having long forgotten the pain. Ding Ya also fixed his gaze on Lan Xishu as he dismounted, stumbling slightly in the stirrups. Hu Dageda twisted his neck and leaned over, and after passing by, he collided with Ding Ya's horse's head before coming to a stop. With his mouth wide open, he gulped down a mouthful of the northwestern wind, crossing his arms and tucking them into his sleeves, his broad back and stout waist shrinking as he huddled next to Ding Ya.

Jing Mao'an did not even glance at Hu Dageda, still hunching over, his facial expression gradually fading, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on a single direction

Just looking!

Lan Xi was still excited, but her voice had lowered. The brothers leaned in closer, unable to hear clearly, feeling a bit anxious and excited, followed by a sense of being overlooked, which inexplicably left them feeling somewhat listless.

Jing Mao'an was suddenly filled with panic, goosebumps rising to his eyes. Although he had seen countless dead bodies, this close proximity to skin was a first for him. A jolt surged through him, an unusual sensation in his lower body, and as he turned his face, another arrowhead, piercing through the spring pear, was rubbing against him in a lively manner.

What a brother!

The person before me cannot possibly be associated with the formidable Cheng Yaojin who just moments ago had effortlessly defeated my companions.

With a drooping eyelid, the scalp once again erupted. Under Jing Mao'an's pair of beautiful eyes reminiscent of Pan An, the arrowhead that had pierced through Chen Wufu's throat was robustly thriving, mere millimeters away. The congealed bloodstains, having cooled, clung to the arrowhead, which was on the verge of dripping. Even the residual pine wood splinters pulled out from the back seat of the carriage were clearly visible. Engaged in a staring contest with Jing Mao'an, I forgot the pain and suddenly gasped. Hu Dage rolled out of the car, drenched in cold sweat, and scrambled away in a panic.

For a moment, Jing Mao'an felt that his little brother had lost all sensation.

However

You should introduce this first

Lan Xishu was finally freed from the pause button, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she looked up, down, left, and right, almost spinning 360 degrees. With a large hand, she pinched Fangzi's arm and shoulder, then moved on to his neck, and finally pinched the back of his head, before grasping his flowing hair in her palm and rubbing it incessantly. The group of them watched Lan Xishu's increasingly silly smile as she swayed left and right, listening to Fangzi's delightful laughter, which was a result of the ticklish pinching. Jing Mao'an smacked his lips, straightened his back, and nudged Ding Ya's shoulder with his own, then gestured towards Lan Xishu with a nod. After pinching the back of Fangzi's head again, she continued to play with his hair, while the others enjoyed her silly expressions and Fangzi's cheerful giggles. Jing Mao'an smacked his lips again, straightened up, nudged Ding Ya's shoulder once more, and gave Lan Xishu a nod, his left shoulder twitching as if cramping, while his left hip, leg, and foot joined in the playful display.

"Three Young Masters!" Jing Maoan's startled voice rose, and the knife arrived as well. Upon seeing Cheng Yaojin, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, charging in with both person and sword, Lan Xishu was surprisingly quiet in the carriage, nearly causing Jing Maoan to lose his wits. Of course, Lan Xishu's loud shout was drowned out by Hu Dage's chaotic cries.

The knife went down, but it missed its target. My hands felt numb, and Jing Mao'an also heard Lan Xishu's loud shout. Stunned for a moment, I felt anxious and used all my strength to pull the knife out, which was deeply embedded in the pine wood of the cart.

Immediately following, Lan Xi shouted with ecstatic determination

Hey! What about the pantomime? At least say a line!

Ah! Woo!

A house fell from the sky, and Lan Xishu was completely immersed in joy, leaving his companions far behind. In his eyes, heart, and ears, there was nothing but surprise and delight, his face blooming with a smile yet glistening with tears as he gazed at the house.

The group of them really wanted to view this girl clearly from the perspective of Lan Xi Shu

House, house, house? Jing Mao'an has not yet regained his senses, and the second-rate warrior has descended from the sky

It was only then that Hu Dage realized how quiet the scene was

The season of harvest has arrived

Three zhang away, standing face to face with them was their leader, Lan Xishu, while the one with his back to them was Cheng Yaojin, who had suddenly appeared and thrown the group into chaos. At this moment, their usually cold and aloof boss was gazing affectionately at Cheng Yaojin, who was just within arm's reach.

The robe was torn, and Jing Maoan tumbled down from the carriage in a completely ungraceful manner.

Appearance, appearance, peace of appearance

Just as the words were spoken, the moment arrived... clatter!

Hu Dageda was waiting to be thoroughly beaten and scolded by Jing Maoan. When he saw Jing Maoan getting off the carriage, muttering to himself, he first adjusted his groin, then proceeded to massage his chest and back, grimacing and bending over as if he had just been castrated. Hu Dageda's heart tightened; could it be that he had struck a vital point? He braced himself for a brutal fate.

In this urgent moment, Lan Xishu, while bringing the house into his embrace, did not forget to crouch down and skillfully draw his short firearm with his right hand. He then wrapped his arms around the waist of the house that was rushing towards him, used his right knee to push against the door frame, and with a series of agile movements, he leaped up while holding the house, executing a beautiful spin to land outside the vehicle.

In a great turn, Hu Dage's mouth gaped wide open

Ah!

The protagonist is communicating with his eyes, and the brothers have never seen such a sentimental gaze from the Third Young Master; it can be considered an eye-opener for them

Jing Mao'an and Hu Dage watched Ding Ya together. Ding Ya, with a calm expression, gave Jing Mao'an and Hu Dage a look that suggested they should go about their business. With a flick of his hand, he tossed the reins onto the saddle, casually pulled down a coarse cloth pouch, and hurried towards the dilapidated horse cart

Our mother!

Hu Dage has arrived

"House! Be careful! Miao An, hold on tight!" Lan Xishu suddenly awakened, hastily clutching the house to his chest. With a quick grip of his left hand on the horizontal beam of the carriage roof, he used the momentum from Lan Xishu to dart through the carriage like a fish. With a swish! The back hem of the cotton robe was sharply sliced by Jing Miao An's quick blade, solidly striking the window frame of the carriage.

House

Three Young Masters! Hu Dage has also arrived, and his knife has been taken by the boomerang. It is too late to search for it now. In a moment of desperation, he lifted his feet off the pedals, preparing for a heavy blow.