Master Fu does not envy immortals

Chapter 21 Escape

The place where it was pinched was painful, and Jiang Qiongxing didn't want to know what the "better place" was.

She wanted to escape before the "guest" that the woman called came!
Making up his mind, Jiang Qiongxing turned over with difficulty, facing the woman, quietly took out the dagger from the storage ring with his hands tied behind his back, not caring whether he would be discovered.

"What do you want to do?" The bound person turned over and made too much movement, the woman who was looking out of the car really noticed the movement, and stared at her vigilantly.

"I'll change my position." Jiang Qiongxing said innocently.

The woman stared at her for a while, then suddenly stretched out her hand, touched her front and waist, checked carefully, and made sure that she had nothing else on her body except the water bottle on her waist, and then she was relieved: "Be honest, lest you ask for trouble."

After warning, she looked out of the car again, as if she was waiting for someone.

Jiang Qiongxing resolutely stopped procrastinating, and a dagger appeared out of thin air in his back hand, struggling to grind the rope that bound him.

No matter how cautious the woman was, she would never have imagined that she had a storage ring, something that only a cultivator could have.

After all, there are too few mortals who can inherit the storage ring of blood relatives.

Suddenly, the carriage seemed to be pressed against a rock, and it swayed heavily. Jiang Qiongxing took this opportunity to swipe hard, and the hemp rope fell off, causing a tingling pain in his arm.

She didn't have time to care about her arm, and quickly broke free from the restraints. Before the woman could react, she put the dagger on her neck: "Quick, stop the carriage!"

Feeling the coolness on her neck, the woman gasped and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"

"Hurry up!" Jiang Qiongxing was relentless.

Feeling the tightness of her neck, the woman didn't dare to delay any longer, and shouted loudly: "Stop, stop!"

The constant jolting stopped.

"Can you let me go now?" the woman asked.

"No." Jiang Qiongxing pressed against her neck, "You go out with me."

She didn't forget that she was a ten-year-old child, and if she lost the hostage, she might be killed instead.

The woman didn't dare to resist, she took her out of the car step by step, and as soon as she got out of the car, there was indeed a tall and burly coachman standing beside her.

"Well... can you let me go now?" In order to match the kidnapper's height, the woman squatted half-squat with difficulty, fearing that if she made a big move, there would be an extra cut in her neck, "It's because I didn't know Taishan with my eyes, and I kicked the iron plate, so I'm unlucky—oh!"

Jiang Qiongxing kicked the hollow of her leg.

The woman fell to her knees unexpectedly, her body instinctively leaned forward, and the dagger was attached to her neck. After a burst of coolness, it was followed by a stabbing pain.

She was so frightened that she kept yelling: "Help, help! Be merciful!"

The cry was too shrill, and Jiang Qiongxing instinctively let go of it a little bit. Even if she knew that the world was different from the past, she still didn't have the guts to kill yet.

But she overlooked one point.

Those who dare to do this kind of business are all desperadoes, and they will never let go of the slightest flaw.

Taking advantage of the moment she relaxed, the woman suddenly pushed away her restraints, threw herself to the side of the coachman, and said sharply: "Tie up this little bastard for me, and give me a good whip!"

The coachman walked towards Jiang Qiongxing with a whip in his hand.

The woman touched the bloodstain on her neck and gasped in pain: "I really underestimated this brat, he even hides a dagger...Hmph, I'll break your arm later and see what you can do to break free."

"You, don't come here!"

It was dark all around, and only the moonlight could barely make people see the figures clearly. The carriage had already left the group of refugees and walked into a deserted path.Jiang Qiongxing wanted to escape but didn't know where to go, so he could only stand in front of him with a dagger in his hand, trying to threaten the other party.

The forearm that was cut when she cut the rope was aching, and she didn't have time to bandage it, so she could only hold her only weapon tightly, staring at the tall figure approaching in front of her.

Facing the threat of this cub-like bluff, the driver's footsteps did not stop at all. The dagger was more than sharp, but not long enough. He did not intend to approach at all, and raised the whip in his hand from a distance——

Jiang Qiongxing's eyes widened, and he rolled on the spot instinctively.

It's a pity that it rolled in the wrong direction. It just rolled halfway and hit the wheel of the carriage.

The sound of the whip breaking through the air sounded, she couldn't avoid it, she could only curl up on the ground, close her eyes, her facial features were all wrinkled, waiting for the coming pain.

"Snapped!"

The whip slammed heavily on the outer wall of the carriage, causing the thin planks to vibrate constantly, and the woman cried out in distress, "Where are you hitting?"

"I seem to have bumped into something just now—oh!" The coachman was still wondering why his whip had been thrown crookedly, and suddenly screamed and bent down.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Jiang Qiongxing succeeded in sneak attacking, drew out his dagger, and scrambled and scrambled to distance himself.

The coachman clutched his injured calf, wailing with obscenities, and insulting the little bastard who dared to attack him with the worst words.

Jiang Qiongxing, who was hurting someone for the first time, half-kneeled on the ground, with his back against the carriage, staring at the two adults in front of him, his chest fluctuated, but his mind was surprisingly calm.

The handle of the dagger was hot from the palm of her hand, and she could even feel the sensation when the blade pierced into the flesh just now. A layer of goosebumps appeared on her back, but she was thinking about how to solve the crisis in front of her.

It's probably impossible to escape completely. At least one of them must be killed to scare the other away. But she only has a dagger that is less than half the length of an arm.

The moonlight was not bright today, and the two living people in front of Jiang Qiongxing were just two black shadows with terrifying shapes. She silently licked her dry lips, feeling that she was not completely hopeless.

Even if he didn't want to kill someone, there was no room for hesitation at this moment.

While Jiang Qiongxing was evaluating his opponent, the opponent was also observing her.

The woman was furious.

She didn't expect a little girl to be so difficult to deal with. If she meets that boy again next time, she must ask him to spit out the money she got today to compensate her for the injury she suffered tonight.

Thinking of the injury, she lowered her head and glanced at the coachman who was lying at her feet, and made no secret of her contempt: "You can't even handle a child, and you are still injured by her? What a waste!"

The coachman cursed harshly, spit, picked up his whip, stood up unsteadily, and continued walking towards Jiang Qiongxing.

He raised his whip again.

"Snapped!"

With a soft sound, this time the whip did not miss, but flew out directly.

The coachman looked at his empty hand in disbelief: "See, hell?"

Before he could study and understand what was going on, the woman kicked him from behind unbearably: "Pretending to be a ghost! Letting you catch a child has so much shit! Whether he is a fairy or a ghost, catch her for me!"

"Tsk, wait, I'm going to stab her in the leg too!" The coachman rolled up his sleeves, planning to deal with Jiang Qiongxing first.

Before the words fell, a cold light pierced the darkness, flashing like lightning.

The coachman staggered and fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.

Jiang Qiongxing shrank back, seeing that he was completely silent, his eyes lit up: "Is that you? Uncle?"

　When I wake up, I have a cover, let’s celebrate, add a new chapter, this cover is so green, it seems to imply something...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)