Chapter Fifty Crisis

  Jingling Gongzi said that Weiluo is now a book boy in the study. Weiluo thought for a while, helplessly lowered his head and started to busy himself in the study.

  This study is the private study of the Duke of Jingling, and there has been a special person to take care of it. Everything is in order, tidy and clean. Wei Luo turned around and swept it randomly, feeling that she had nothing to do.

  Since there was nothing to do, staying here would be of no use, so he might as well go find Su and let him know that he had returned. Wei Luo thought for a moment before turning around and exiting the study door.

  Weiluo walked straight to the study where the third-rate guest was. Passing through layers of willows, walking over corridors, Weiluo looked at these unfamiliar yet familiar scenes and let out a low sigh.

  When Wei Luo arrived at the courtyard of the third-rate guest house, it was still bustling with noise and commotion. Wei Luo's appearance did not attract anyone's attention. She turned around in the courtyard but didn't see Su, so she headed towards the residence where the two used to live.

  They were of humble status, and their dwelling place was extremely remote, almost the closest to the back mountain. When Wei Luo arrived, it was quiet here, after all, it wasn't evening yet, and it wasn't time for the miscellaneous servants to rest.

  Wei Luo turned around in the courtyard for a while before taking steps towards the room she shared with Su.

  But it was just one night, and Wei Luo looked at this house as if she had transcended the world. She shook her head and quickened her pace.

  Just as he arrived at the door, Weiluo's ears perked up suddenly!

  There's a voice inside! And that voice doesn't sound right!

  Wei Luo's footsteps paused, and she tilted her head to listen carefully.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, what came from inside was a series of gasps for breath, murmurs, and the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

  Wei Luo tiptoed closer and peeked inside through the gap in the door.

  Her face immediately turned bright red at this glance.

  Wei Luo took a deep breath, stepped back one step, and pulled out the wooden sword that never left her side from her sleeve pocket. Then, she stepped forward one step, suddenly kicked her right foot, and "thudded" heavily. The room door was heard to be "slammed" with a loud noise, and it was actually kicked into a mess by her!

  Even though Wei Luo's mind was no longer on this matter, she was still startled by her own incredible strength: How did I become so strong?

  Wei Luo burst in so suddenly that the people inside were shocked, and instantly, three people stopped moving at the same time, turning their heads to look towards the door.

  Wei Luo stood at the door, her slender figure appearing exceptionally tall and majestic at this moment, completely blocking out the sunlight outside, her icy gaze stern to the extreme.

  The two young men on the bed were simultaneously stunned, and the one on the far left, who was pressing Su's head and hands, making him unable to move, was the first to react. The handsome young man who had a nodding acquaintance with Wei Luo shouted in a sharp voice: "It's that little black kid! What can he do, after all?"

  This beautiful young man was the one who had previously ridiculed Su and also mocked Wei Luo's small and flat buttocks.

  Standing on the right side, tightly pressing against Su's chest and legs, using his sword to lift up his clothes, apparently a swordsman, this man was about twenty-five or six years old, tall and sturdy, with a thick, square face and a pair of extremely small eyes, which were now narrowed slightly, staring at Wei Luo like a venomous snake.

  And then, he was pressed down on the stone bed by the two of them, his mouth gagged with a cloth strip, his limbs restrained, his robes pulled down to his waist, and his undergarments pulled up to his thighs. His entire body of tender white skin was shining brightly before their eyes.

  This wasn't the place where Wei Luo hated, she saw it from the gap of the door, on Su's right chest near the collarbone, three bloody two-inch long wounds had been cut by that swordsman's sword tip! Until now, the swordsman's sword tip was still stuck in his skin, fresh red blood was dripping down along the white and tender skin to the floor.

  At the same time, at the foot of the stone bed, some sheep horns and jade-made sex toys were placed. In the dimly lit room, those lubricated sex toys emitted a gloomy glow.

  Wei Luo kicked the door open and entered, causing both people to be shocked at first. However, when they saw that the newcomer was just a small child, they relaxed simultaneously. The swordsman paused for a moment, pulled his sword out of Su's body, stood up straight, stared at Wei Luo with narrowed eyes, and sneered: "What a pity, you're not quite to my taste!"

  That handsome young man's long face was still thickly powdered with white powder, he heard the words and curled his mouth, looking up and down at Wei Luo, laughing: "Although black and ugly, the miscellaneous servants will definitely be happy!"

  The two of them were sizing up Wei Luo, as if she was already their captive. Su Wan Er, who was being pinned down on the bed, twisted her body and her eyes, which had originally been filled with anger, now welled up with tears. She looked at Wei Luo with a pained and apologetic expression, shaking her head frantically, signaling for her to escape quickly.

  Wei Luo glared at these two people with hatred.

  She looked at Su and saw him shaking his head, wanting her to leave. She gritted her teeth and took two steps back.

  When Wei Luo retreated, the beautiful young man couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  At the moment when Su Gang let out a sigh of relief, Wei Luo, who was retreating backwards, stopped in her tracks. She stood at the entrance, slightly raised her head and stared fixedly at the two of them, then suddenly spoke up: "If I were to shout loudly here, I wonder how many people would be startled?"

  This remark was beyond everyone's expectation, and all three of them were stunned at the same time!

  Wei Luo's expression turned gloomy, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the two of them as he continued in a deep voice: "The Prince of Queling is the number one prince of Jin country, yet someone dared to commit murder in his estate. It seems that not even nine generations of that person's family would be enough to atone for their crime!"

  The two of them changed color at the same time!

  The handsome young man and the swordsman exchanged a glance, with a flash of murderous intent and panic in their eyes. The swordsman swiftly raised his foot, swung his long sword, let out a low shout, and strode forward in large steps, his sword moving like the wind, directly towards Wei Luo. This move was a killing blow!

  His move was very fast and fierce, obviously not wanting to give Weiluogao a chance to react.

  What a relief it was for both of them that Wei Luo didn't shout out loud to startle others, but instead raised that ridiculous wooden sword to greet him!

  Just as the beautiful young man couldn't help but burst out laughing, Wei Luo stepped forward with a light and leisurely pace, as if taking a stroll in a garden, and suddenly collided head-on with the swordsman!

  Seeing Wei Luo being so overconfident, the beautiful young man's laughter became even more joyful and complacent. In his excitement, he even reached out to pat Su's small face, which was struggling restlessly, and then slapped him heavily on the ear.

  The swordsman had already approached Wei Luo's front, his right hand stabbed, the sword moved like the wind, in the cold and desolate yellow light, this sword was mixed with a fierce wind, straight to Wei Luo's throat. When the sword was still one foot away from the person, the sword wind had already rushed to his face, making it almost impossible to breathe.

  This is a killing move! Wei Luo's first encounter with a killing move since he started learning swordsmanship on his own! It has an overbearing momentum, a surging killing intent, and carries a fierce aura that can only be honed from years of experience in the bloody battlefield!

  In the blink of an eye, the sword had reached Wei Luo's throat!