In the cave, more than a dozen people were busy discussing how to kill Du Wei. The minions who were supposed to be watching at the foot of the mountain rushed in: "Boss, the girl named Song is here!"

Bu Shiren stood up suddenly, his triangular eyes flashing with a sinister light: "She is here? How many people are here in total?"

The little guy hurriedly said: "She's the only one!"

Bu Shiren said suspiciously: "Just one? Are you sure there are no ambush around? And the three beasts are not following?"

The little bitch surnamed Song could persuade the dog official surnamed Du to attack his gambling brothel. He was not a simple nine-year-old child. He could not run up the mountain alone and throw himself into a trap.

The minion guessed: "She may have left those three beasts down the mountain to take care of her family and did not come up with her."

As soon as he finished speaking, another big man said angrily: "This little bitch must have relied on her brute strength to not take us seriously! It's just right. I'll kill her with one knife in a while. Let's rush down the mountain and destroy her entire Song family."

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After hearing this, Bu Shiren felt that what his younger brother said made some sense: "Okay, brothers, copy this guy and kill this little bitch who complained!"

"yes!"

More than a dozen people picked up the blades placed under their buttocks, picked up the unconscious Tu Maomao, and followed Bu Shiren to the foot of the mountain in a menacing manner.

At the foot of the mountain, Song Xixi stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the dense mountain forest with indifferent eyes, holding the flexible whip tightly in her hand.

A cool mountain breeze blew in, and a faint rustling sound came closer and closer.

Song Xixi's eyes narrowed and she stared at the direction of the sound. After a while, more than a dozen menacing figures appeared in her field of vision.

The leader, Bu Shiren, also saw her. Seeing that she was the only one around, he couldn't help but let out a rough smile: "You little bitch, how dare you come here alone, how brave you are!"

Song Xixi remained calm, her eyes falling on the unconscious Tu Maomao: "One person does the work and the other takes responsibility. I'm already here, should you let him go?"

Bu Shiren laughed loudly and picked up Tu Maomao like a little chicken: "It's okay to ask me to let him go. How about you kneel down and kowtow three times to me first?"

Song Xixi's face showed anger: "You want to humiliate me, you are delusional!"

Bu Shiren said happily: "So what if I humiliate you? You dare to go to the Yamen to sue me, encourage the dog officer named Du to raid my gambling house and brothel, and make my thirty years of hard work go to waste. I will cut you into pieces with a thousand knives."

Light!"

Song Xixi sneered: "If you hadn't done so many evil things, causing countless people to sell their sons and daughters and ruin their families, how could Mr. Du have raided your home? Today you are hiding in this mountain like a bereaved dog, and you are just bringing the blame on yourself!"

Bu Shiren was furious: "You little bitch, you are looking for death!"

Song Xixi rubbed her long whip, and her clear eyes glanced behind them inadvertently: "If I were you, I would definitely escape to a place where no one knows and make a comeback, instead of taking the risk of being caught to retaliate against an insignificant person."

Seeing her calm look, Bu Shiren felt uneasy for some reason: "You little bitch, if you don't kneel down, I will chop off this kid's head right now!"

After saying that, he placed the big knife on Tu Maomao's neck, and drew a long and thin blood mark.

Song Xixi's pupils shrank, but she said nonchalantly: "Then go ahead and chop him. You killed the man anyway, so what does it have to do with me? Without this hostage, I don't have to worry about dealing with you."

Bu Shiren never expected that she would say this: "Little bitch, you are really cruel!"

Song Xixi smiled slightly: "Compared to you, I'm far behind."

Bu Shiren was furious: "Okay, okay, I really underestimated you. Since you don't care about this fool's life or death, I will help you!"

As he spoke, he grasped Tu Maomao's hair with his left hand, and with a strong right hand holding the knife, he was about to cut off Tu Maomao's fragile neck.

Seeing that this beast was serious, Song Xixi took advantage of the opportunity, and the long whip hidden behind him hit Bu Shiren's front like a flexible snake.

Bu Shiren didn't know that she had this hand at all, so he raised his sword to meet her and dodged awkwardly. Unexpectedly, the flexible whip landed heavily on his sword with great force.

In an instant, he was in severe pain, and the sword came out and hit his feet.

"head!"

Bu Shiren's younger brother did not expect Song Xixi to suddenly attack, and there was no time to stop him.

It wasn't until Bu Shiren fell to the ground while covering his torn tiger's mouth that they reacted and raised their swords to kill Song Xixi: "You little bitch, take your life!"

Song Xixi knew that it was difficult for her to fight with her four fists, let alone fight them in close quarters, so she waved her whip again and swept away.

While they were dodging, he leaned over and scooped up the Tu Mao Mao that fell on the ground and hid it behind his back.

"Brothers, come together!"

Bu Shiren realized that he had caught Song Xixi's weakness. He picked up the fallen sword with his left hand and directed his subordinates to attack.

Song Xixi and Tu Maomao retreated repeatedly, swinging the long whip in their hands again, not giving them a chance to get close.

Even so, surrounded by Bu Shiren and others, her defensive range was gradually reduced, and she brushed against sharp blades several times.

In just a few breaths, there were several scratches on her clothes, and strands of blood oozed out. A strand of hair on her forehead was cut off, and her forehead was almost shaved off.

Even Tu Maomao, who was tightly protected by her, had a deep scar on his arm. He sobbed in his sleep, but never opened his eyes.

As Bu Shiren said, Song Xixikong had a lot of brute strength and was very reluctant to deal with more than a dozen strong men with martial arts skills.

Frequently wielding the long whip to defend her greatly consumed her energy, but she rarely caused damage to Bu Shiren and his party.

If she continues like this, she will be consumed to death sooner or later.

Feeling that Song Xixi's waving whip gradually became weak, Bu Shiren's eyes lit up and he quietly touched her behind and gave her back a heavy blow: "You little bitch, go to hell!"

Song Xixi had no time to whip her whip to defend, so she could only roll on the spot with Tu Maomao. Unexpectedly, a sharp pain came from her back, and she was still injured by Bu Shiren's sword.

The remaining people rushed forward and surrounded her and Tu Maomao, completely losing the chance to fight back.

"Haha, little bitch, you are not very capable, get up, get up and continue to fight against me!"

Looking at Song Xixi who was lying on the ground with blood stained all over the ground, Bu Shiren's ferocious face showed a smug smile: "Today I will cut you into pieces to let you know what it's like to live but not to die!"

Song Xixi held the whip tightly, with a strange smile on her pale face: "I wonder if you have heard a word."

Bu Shiren said warily: "What are you talking about?"

Song Xixi let go of Tu Maomao and touched her wet back with her backhand: "The villain dies because he talks too much. I advise you to kill me with one knife, otherwise I'm afraid you will regret it."

"Haha, regret?"
Chapter completed!