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Chapter 253

The little bandit gnashes her teeth, but she still obediently accepts the gentle look in Shang Xiyue’s eyes:

“Yes, I just hate him! Ruan Zhi Aunt said, if he hadn’t robbed my mother and went up the mountain, my mother would still be well, being everyone in the city Miss!”

“It’s all this damn Wu Hemp seed that killed my mother! It’s him that made me lose my mother’s care since I was a child!”

Puff puff, big teardrops fell, and the little girl bandit turned around under the guise and wiped it off.

This brainwashing skill… Xi Yue now sincerely admires the Ruan Zhi Aunt who never leaves her mouth.

It’s no wonder that the little female bandit grew up in a bandit’s den, and Sanguan hasn’t completely deviated yet. It’s probably due to Ruan Zhi Aunt.

But the little gangster didn’t think about it herself: If Wu Hezizi didn’t take her mother up to the mountain, where would she be?

Of course, what is even more disgusting is the culprit Wu Hezizi! Doing all the bad things, and finally marrying a little girl gangster who is equivalent to his niece’s generation, it is simply… a brute.

“Female Mayor, besides killing Wu Hezizi, can I ask you for one more thing?”

The little gangster interrupted Xi Yue’s contemplation when she said cautiously.

“What’s the matter?” Xi Yue no longer showed much hostility towards the little female bandit, and responded with a slow tone.

“Help me save Ruan Zhi Aunt again.”

The little female bandit poked her mouth: “Wu Hezizi locked her up. He threatened me not to marry him honestly, and he would kill her to feed the wolf. I really can’t do anything…except Jinliu, I can’t find a second person who can listen to me in this cottage!”

“good.”

Xi Yue promised in one fell swoop, “I think there are more than a hundred people in this cottage. So many people are not willing to listen to you?”

Then her old bandit father, sitting on this top spot is really useless.

“No, there are so many people now, half of them were brought here by Wu Hezizi.”

The little girl bandit couldn’t help concealing her sadness: “Almost all the people who were willing to listen to me and my father left me were killed by Wu Hezi. Only Jinliu was so stupid to die that Wu Hezi let him go.”

“Oh……”

Xi Yue roughly understood. Since except for the little female bandit and the golden willow, the rest are Wu Hezi’s subordinates, so there is no need to show mercy afterwards.

“What’s your name?”

“Dead girl, cheap girl, losing money.”

The little gangster replied calmly, shocking her. Following the little female bandit’s explanation, she understood:

“My dad usually calls me like that. He went down the mountain to kill and rob him all day except for drunk people. There was no time to name me. Ruan Zhi Aunt later picked one for me, called Nan Xing’er.”

“She said that she and my mother came from the south. Gypsophila is my mother’s favorite flower during her lifetime, so she named me Nan Xing’er.”

“……good.”

Xi Yue nodded: “Nan Xing’er, tell me: Do you want to get rid of that Wu Hezi now?”

Nan Xing’er rolled her eyes, looked at her, and went to see Gongjiu again: “Now? Just the two of you? He has more than a hundred people! Not counting his other two mountains…”

“He is a cultivator.”

Xi Yue pointed to Gongjiu: “Cultivator, have you heard of it?”

Nan Xing’er’s eyes were immediately bright and shocking. The sight cast to Gong Jiu again was not only fearful, but also extremely shocking and pleasantly surprised.

Cultivator-extremely powerful, legendary cultivator that can destroy the world.

After years of unremitting and dedicated imperial respect by the imperial court, ordinary people who have not yet hidden a yearning and desire for cultivator in their minds.

With the addition of the cultivator halo, Gong Jiu’s blood pupils are no longer so scary in an instant, and become the best proof of identity for the cultivator in Nan Xing’er’s mind.

“Now, then help me kill Wu Hezizi now!”

It was assured that Nan Xing’er could not stay in the bamboo building for a moment.

Thinking that her body had just been manually kicked by the opponent’s salted pig, she was disgusting, and she wished to chop off those two dirty hooves immediately.

“Let’s go.”

Xi Yue got up and picked up the spike leaning on her hand.

Nan Xing’er hadn’t noticed her weapon before. At this moment, the spikes lightly knocked on the ground, and the bamboo planks shook slightly, and she realized that this thing was unusually heavy.

I couldn’t help but curiously stepped forward, touched it, lifted the weight, and lost his voice: “Mayor, do you use such a heavy stick? You are really strong!”

“My surname is Xi.”

Xi Yue smiled faintly: “Like everyone else, call me “Xi Miss”.”

Actually, she likes to prefer the title “Xi Miss”.

It was Nan Xing’er, a newly-acquainted little girl gangster, who called sister Daomei too ridiculous. It’s not right to call “girl”. It’s better to be unfamiliar and polite “Xi Miss”.

Nan Xing’er complied with kindness and called out, “Xi Miss.”

Then lead the way and walk out of the room. The two guards outside the gate, Gong Jiu’s sleeves flicked, they planted a bamboo building, slammed into the rocks in the yard, and died of brain damage on the spot.

With such cruel and straightforward killing methods, even though Nan Xing’er was used to seeing killings in the bandits’ den, she couldn’t help holding the dagger in her hand tightly and shivering.

“Where is Wu Hezi seeds?”

Xi Yue looked at the verdant mountains and forests, with the moonlight, she could barely see the mountain road under her feet. There are countless thatched cottages hidden in the jungle and built by the mountains and rocks. They are really hard to find without Southern Stars leading the way.

“Here.”

Nan Xing’er pointed a direction and led the way: “After occupying our cottage, Wu Hezizi was sleeping in my father’s previous room.”

The bandits are not taboo.

Father Nan Xing’er is a scumbag, but his room is indeed the best house in the cottage.

Wu Jizi pretended to wait for auspicious day to marry Nan Xing’er, so that he could justly accept the site left by Nan Xing’er and his father, and naturally he accepted the main house without hesitation.

But this person is also cunning and suspicious. The guards did not use the original bandits in the Southern Xing’er cottage, but instead used the men and horses he had brought.

However, Nan Xing’er grew up here, and this is her home. She knows where to set up checkpoints and where to arrange secret whistle.

With Xi Yue and Gong Jiu, it took less than ten minutes to clean up the bandits guarding outside, and quietly approached the main house without a trace.

Observing the exterior of this main house outside Xi Yue Station, it was also two stories high, much older than the one where Nan Xing’er lived. However, bigger. The building materials used are mainly big woods and boulders.

Some corner eaves are worn and weathered.

From this, it can be inferred that Nan Xing’er and their cottage have been entrenched here for a long time.

This land is chaotic and filthy. Bandits dominate the king, natural disasters and man-made disasters, and the people do not live by the disasters.

She tightened her brows, dragged the spikes, and went straight upstairs.

Nan Xing’er followed her in small steps.

The sound alarmed the guards upstairs, and someone picked up a lantern to check it out. Gong Jiuhong Ling flew out of his sleeve, curling his neck. The man didn’t have time to hum, was thrown out of the building, and flew to the mountains and forests in the dark.

The neck was strangled first without touching the ground. Falling under the cliff, there is no bones left.