The sounds of fighting were mixed with the sounds of running.
"Is there someone who owes a debt and is being hunted?" Yang Ruoqing stopped and looked at the approaching movement on the other side and said.
Just as Chen'er was about to raise his hand to ask the secret guard beside him to inquire about the situation, Yang Ruoqing spoke up again.
"Damn it, it's shameless for a few big men to hunt down a girl!"
While speaking, Yang Ruoqing had already rolled up her sleeves, took out the black gold whip from her waist and walked quickly onto the arch bridge.
Yang Ruoqing roared when she saw injustice on the road, and her heroic spirit of taking action when it was time to take action made Chen'er give up the idea of temporarily blocking him.
He quickly stepped up to catch up with Yang Ruoqing.
As soon as Yang Ruoqing walked onto the bridge, she saw two groups of people fighting fiercely on the opposite side.
From their clothes, Yang Ruoqing could tell at a glance that the two groups fighting should belong to the same group.
For now, let’s call one party Party A and the other party B.
The one between A and B is the girl.
Party A probably wanted to kill the girl, while Party B was in a protective position, so Party A and Party B fought to the death.
The number of Party B is obviously less than that of Party A, so Party B gradually falls below, one after another.
When the last person fell, Party A's knife was swung at the girl.
The girl was wearing a white dress with a white gauze on her head. Party A tore off the white gauze on the girl's head and stepped on it, then pointed the knife at the girl's neck and chopped it off.
"Stop!" Yang Ruoqing shouted, and the whip in her hand was swung out.
At the same time, from behind her, a small black figure rushed past like a sharp arrow.
It was Chen'er. He almost stepped on the heads of the small stone lions on both sides of the arch bridge, and using his strength, he jumped in front of the man holding the knife from Party A.
A cold light appeared in Chen'er's hand, he raised the knife and dropped it, and a bloody head rolled to the ground.
From the headless neck, blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing on the head, face and body of the girl in white.
She exclaimed, stumbled back a few times, and fell to the ground.
At the same time, a knife fell at her feet, followed by the body of the Party A killer who had been beheaded before trying to kill her but fell to the ground.
"ah!"
The girl in white was so frightened that she backed away, fearing that the blood would splash on her body again.
A pair of white and tender female hands stretched out in front of her, and a pleasant voice reached her ears.
"Don't be afraid, little sister, it's okay."
The girl in white was shocked and raised her head suddenly.
When she saw the woman in front of her dressed as a young woman, the girl in white's beautiful pupils widened.
The corners of his lips were pursed, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.
It seemed like there was something she wanted to say to Yang Ruoqing, but she couldn't.
Yang Ruoqing also looked at the girl in front of her. For a moment, she felt a little familiar.
It seems that I have seen it somewhere before?
However, I can’t remember it!
At this moment, Chen'er had already led several of his secret guards to kill all the killers from Party A who dared to attack the girl in white again.
The remaining few saw that the situation was not good, turned around and ran away, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Yang Ruoqing looked away and said to the girl in white who was still sitting on the ground: "Okay, the bad guys have been driven away. Come, let me help you up."
When warm hands held the girl's shoulders and helped her up from the ground, the girl suddenly knelt down in front of Yang Ruoqing with a pop, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Sister benefactor, I finally see you again, woo woo woo..."
The girl in white cried and even kowtowed to Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and reached out to help her again: "When there is injustice on the road, draw your sword to help. If it were someone else, they would do the same thing. Come on, come up and talk."
However, the girl in white held Yang Ruoqing's hand tightly, shook her head vigorously, and choked out: "No, no, I'm not talking about tonight, but eight years ago. Eight years ago, sister, you helped me and my father... …”
"Eight years ago?" Yang Ruoqing looked stunned.
What was she doing eight years ago?
"Sister benefactor, do you really not remember?" The girl in white raised her tearful face and continued.
"Eight years ago, in Wa Market in Xiushui Town, my father was laughed at by the butcher because he couldn't afford that piece of pork belly,"
"That butcher was so cruel and even beat my father. Sister, you helped our father and daughter. You also gave us four kilograms of pork belly and asked us to go back and make braised pork..."
Hearing the reminder from the girl in white, there was a "boom" in Yang Ruoqing's mind, and the memory gate suddenly opened.
"Xiaoyu, are you Xiaoyu?" Yang Ruoqing shouted in surprise.
The girl in white finally smiled and nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, I am Xiaoyu. My sister finally remembered me, wuwuwu..."
"Stop crying Xiaoyu, get up and talk!" Yang Ruoqing quickly helped Xiaoyu up.
When we first met, Xiaoyu was only four or five years old, a very beautiful little girl, following a middle-aged man softly.
Everything in Wa City is so novel.
In the blink of an eye, eight years have passed, and the little girl has grown into a graceful young girl.
Although the face is covered with dust, only a pair of eyes and nose are exposed, and the hair is messy.
But just looking at this girl's figure and the delicate skin on her neck, Yang Ruoqing can guarantee that Xiaoyu, after all the beauty has been washed away, is definitely a beauty.
At this moment, Chen'er came over, holding a sword that was dripping with blood.
Seeing Chen'er's bloody sword, Xiaoyu's eyes showed a bit of fear and she took a few steps behind Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing gently patted Xiaoyu's hand and said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, this is my son, Chen'er."
"Mom, do you know each other?" Chen'er had already arrived in front of Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoyu. After glancing at Xiaoyu with a scrutinizing gaze, he asked Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing took Xiaoyu's hand and nodded happily: "Yes, we met eight years ago. At that time, your father and I had just gotten married, and you and your sister were not born yet!"
It turned out to be an old friend of my mother's, and Chen'er glanced at Xiaoyu again with a hint of respect.
"Chen'er says hello to Aunt Xiaoyu," he said.
Xiaoyu felt a little embarrassed when she looked at the extremely handsome and domineering Chen'er in front of her.
"Yeah, okay." She responded softly, then lowered her eyes.
Yang Ruoqing said to Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu, what happened just now? Why are you, a girl, being hunted by so many people? Where are your parents?"
Tears welled up in Xiaoyu's eyes, and she choked with sobs: "Sister, my benefactor, it's hard to wipe it all away in one glance!"
Yang Ruoqing asked Xiaoyu again: "Then where are you planning to go next?"
Xiaoyu shook her head in confusion.
Yang Ruoqing frowned slightly, then looked at Chen'er.
Chen'er immediately understood the meaning in his mother's eyes.
Chen'er said: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. People from the Yamen will be here soon. Aunt Xiaoyu, why don't you go back to the restaurant with my mother tonight?"
Hearing her son's invitation, Yang Ruoqing quickly nodded and said, "Yes, Xiaoyu, come back to the restaurant with me first, and then we can talk about what's going on!"
Xiaoyu glanced at the mother and son gratefully, then knelt down and wanted to thank her again, but Yang Ruoqing quickly stopped her.
"Where did you learn these rules? Just kneel down and say thank you. You don't have to do this with us. Let's go back first!"
