Zeng Xiatong had heard her father say that there was a type of pervert who specifically liked to target children!
She originally thought those were things only men would do, but she never expected a woman… would do so as well
Zeng Xiatong staggered backward, her whole body trembling, wanting to flee immediately.
But because of her nervousness, the moment she turned around, her foot stepped on an inconspicuous pebble; her foot slipped, and with a “clack,” she fell heavily onto the ground.
A sharp pain immediately shot from her elbows and knees.
If it were any other time, she would have shed large teardrops, but the situation was critical now; she didn’t have time to cry and struggled to get up.
But just as she got up, Ling Xue grabbed her arm.
That sinister smile was shoved directly into her face: “Don’t be afraid, little sister. Look, I’m smiling, it’s very fun, you just need to get hurt a little. I can buy you the candied haws you want to eat!”
Even though she was such a beautiful person, the fear and chill she brought pierced through Zeng Xiatong’s body, making her unable to stop shivering.
“You, you’re lying! You definitely won’t buy me candied haws, you just want to kidnap me! Hel—”
Just as Zeng Xiatong was halfway through her sentence, her mouth was immediately covered by Ling Xue.
Ling Xue used extreme force, as if she wanted to crush her jaw.
“Shh, shh, be quiet. I don’t have that much patience, play with me for a bit, okay? Hmm?”
With her mouth covered, Zeng Xiatong had no strength to resist as her body was slowly dragged into the dark and cold deep alley by Ling Xue.
The alley grew darker and darker; she watched the brightly lit street move further and further away from her, and the noisy crowds gradually faded, as if she were sinking into a bone-chilling deep pool, getting further and further from the surface.
Despair instantly surged into her heart.
She regretted that she shouldn’t have disobeyed her father, making a fuss about coming to this city alone.
She had also heard of other children being kidnapped and never returning, but she always thought those things were far away from her.
Only when she actually experienced it did she realize that it was all too late.
Tears flowed even more turbulently, blurring her vision; she wished so much for someone to come and save her.
Father… Xiao Tong was wrong… Please come and save Xiao Tong…
Zeng Xiatong cried out and pleaded in her heart, attempting to transmit this desperate shout to her father far away.
She slowly closed her eyes, waiting for a miracle to happen.
“Stop right there.”
A roar of anger descended from the sky!
“Like a blade of light piercing through the gloom, tearing the darkness apart—”
Father?
Has Father come to save me?
Zeng Xiatong snapped her eyes open!
Against the light, she saw only a small, thin figure standing on the eaves; the tender voice carried a hint of majesty as it cut through the dead silence: “Stop right there!”
It wasn’t Father… it was a child around her own age!
It’s over.
That was Zeng Xiatong’s first thought.
What astonished Zeng Xiatong was—that child actually charged straight toward the bad woman!
Another child, yet another one.
This was simply like throwing a meat bun at a dog—a one-way trip with no return!
That was her second thought.
Zeng Xiatong wanted to tell the child to run fast.
But her mouth was held tightly shut, and she couldn’t make a sound at all.
But—
The child’s fist broke through the air, like a comet streaking across the sky, fearlessly pressing toward this bad woman!
“Bang!!!”
The muffled thunder of flesh and bone colliding exploded in the secluded alley!
The woman was directly sent flying backward, the sound like a massive thunderclap exploding in her ears, yet Zeng Xiatong did not feel any piercing pain.
Because a hand was tightly covering her ears.
As that bad woman was punched flying by this child, Zeng Xiatong was momentarily suspended in the air.
The child reacted quickly, instantly pulling her into his arms, then landing steadily.
The entire sequence of movements was done in one go, smooth and rapid.
Zeng Xiatong stared blankly at that incredibly powerful child, only now noticing a ray of sunlight falling on his face—it was the only ray of light in this gloomy alley.
The boy’s face was delicate and his features were beautiful, but he did not carry the expected childishness.
That resolute expression gave him a sense of maturity and stability that did not belong to his age.
Zeng Xiatong’s heart inadvertently rippled.
“Are you alright?”
This child was about her age, but the moment he looked at her, he immediately switched to a gentle face, wearing a smile, looking very steady and mature, making one feel he was reliable.
In an instant, the fear in Zeng Xiatong’s heart was entirely dissipated by this smile.
Despite such a small body, she could feel that his arms were strong and powerful.
“I, I, I’m… fine.”
For a moment, she even forgot how to speak, stammering.
“It’s good that you’re fine, wait a moment. Let me take care of that pervert.”
Lin Huan said as he gently set Zeng Xiatong down, then shielded her behind him.
“Young, Young Master. Please be careful. She is not ordinary.”
The young master nodded, then turned around and took a stance.
Even though he was about the same height as her, in Zeng Xiatong’s eyes, Lin Huan was like a towering mountain, shielding her from the wind and snow.
The female pervert opposite didn’t seem angry at all about what was happening; instead, she had a sense of being ecstatic.
Zeng Xiatong shrank fearfully behind Lin Huan.
Immediately after, that perverted woman took the initiative, rushing straight toward the two of them with extreme speed, reaching them in just a breath.
A whip-like kick swept across; the speed was so fast and the power so high that even Zeng Xiatong, hiding behind him, could feel a gust of wind rushing toward her, hitting her face and causing a stinging pain.
“If even a mere gust of wind carries such power, then what about this leg?”
She really didn’t dare to imagine it, clasping her hands over her chest in prayer.
She didn’t know if her prayer had worked, but the young master in front of her moved even more swiftly, as if he had seen through the female pervert’s intentions at a glance; he actually turned and struck the opponent’s thigh with even greater speed.
The collision of legs and feet erupted with a powerful impact, the ear-piercing explosion making Zeng Xiatong instinctively cover her ears.
But in this strike, it seemed that Lin Huan had the upper hand; the female pervert’s eyes widened, and she lost her balance on the spot, yet she was able to quickly adjust her body’s balance with a backflip, directly pulling away once more.
She seemed not to have expected how such a small body could explode with such intense power.
Zeng Xiatong could steal a glance and see that the bad woman’s struck thigh was now constantly trembling.
Both sides took a step back, but the battle did not subside because of this; both rushed out at the same time, becoming entangled.
But Zeng Xiatong couldn’t see the subsequent movements; they were too fast, so fast that afterimages almost appeared, and she could only sense two blurry figures.
“Within the alley, afterimages intertwined like phantoms, the thunderous cracks of air bursting rang without end.
The tangled afterimages gradually took on two streams of differing light—on the left, murky mist roiled, faintly revealing an eerie violet glow; on the right, crystal-clear and immaculate, cleaving apart all haze wherever it passed.”
The aura emitted by these two… were both just like her father’s… when her father practiced his arts, he emitted bright firelight.
“Are they both cultivators?”
The battle didn’t last long and ended quickly.
As the two spiritual energies collided, erupting with intense light and impact, Zeng Xiatong’s small body couldn’t help but retreat.
She couldn’t see anything; dust flew everywhere, and the sounds of impact and shattering echoed in her ears.
As the smoke and dust dissipated, she watched with a trembling heart.
“As the dust and smoke gradually dispersed—”
Victory belonged to that young master.
That handsome, charming young master.
Zeng Xiatong’s eyes were full of stars as she looked at the young master, her heart thumping.
“C-could this… be the one destined for me…?”
Her breathing was rapid, her gaze blank yet sparkling.
At the same time, there was someone else whose breathing was also rapid.
But in her eyes, there was no sparkle.
“Where is he…?”
Yin Luoling ran anxiously through the streets of Qingmu City, unable to find the friend who should have been here, “He should be right here? Where is my friend? Where did he go?”