In the inn, Ajiu was concentrating on Chu Zheng's painting on the desk in a daze.

From her perspective, Chu Zheng's painting is naturally not very outstanding, and it is even a bit rigid and craftsmanship. However, the meticulous lines and almost replicable rigorousness can be seen how much energy and thought Chu Zheng has bet on this painting.

Recalling the young master's focused and gentle gaze when he was painting, Ajiu couldn't help but stretch out his slender fingers and gently stroked the scroll.

The young master was very kind to his fiancée. Just looking at his patience and doing things he didn't like or was good at, just to give his senior sister a gift of special significance, he knew that he must love that girl very much.

Although the young master's senior sister is a bit pitiful when she is in her twenties and has not yet married, she is still happy after all, right?

Ajiu looked at the girl in the painting who was looking at the snow scene happily, and felt a little envious, and a strange feeling of indescribable dullness and sourness.

She looked down at her hand. She often held the young master's hand from time to time because she wanted to teach the young master. How many of this was for teaching or for other purposes? Even she couldn't tell the difference.

Weirdly, why does my heart blush when I think of the young master and my heart beat faster? And when I think of the young master's fiancée, I feel a little sour? What's going on with this sour and sweet feeling?

The girl was thinking about strange thoughts with a red face, and suddenly the door was pushed open. Ajiu jumped up like a cat being stomped on her tail. She quickly patted her face in panic, trying to make the blush on her face fade, and then pretended to be a normal smile and turned around, "Young Master, you are back-hey, it's you?"

After seeing the person coming clearly, Ajiu's smile immediately calmed down and stared at the two women standing at the door vigilantly.

Both women are good-looking, and the one on the left is relatively younger and more beautiful. It is Wen Qingqing who met a few days ago. Ajiu remembers that this girl has a very close relationship with the surname Yuan.

The woman on the right is about twenty-three years old. She looks pretty, but her face is cold, her almond eyes are frosted, and her whole body exudes a negative aura, just like the whole world is sorry for her. Her little finger on her left hand was still wrapped in a bandage, and she was cut a small piece.

There was also a white-faced man who guarded the window, obviously afraid that Ajiu would escape through the window. It was Yuan Chengzhi's servant Hong Shenghai. Next to him was a strong man in his forties standing with his hands behind his back. He was like iron and muscles. He was the chief disciple of Huang Zhen, a master disciple of Mu Renqing, who was known as "the powerful man in all directions". Feng Nandi, who was known as "the powerful man in all directions".

At this time, the two green bamboo poles used by Ajiu as weapons were not brought by her side, so she could only pull out a dagger to protect her. However, she has been practicing martial arts for many years and is not weak in martial arts. At this time, she was trapped in a heavy siege and could still remain calm. She asked lightly: "What are you here to do?"

"You call Ajiu, right? It turns out that you still remember me, that's easy to deal with. What about those boxes? Hand over them!" Wen Qingqing looked at Ajiu and saw that although she was nervously tensely, her eyes were like stars, her face was stunning, her skin was as bright as snow, and her radiant as pearls and jade. She was really much better than herself, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy in her heart.

These days, whenever she condemns the "Chu Zheng" and Ajiu who have seized her treasure chest, Yuan Chengzhi always avoids the important things and only scolds Chu Zheng, but never says a word to Ajiu.

Not only that, Wen Qingqing would also find that Yuan Chengzhi would be thinking about something in a daze from time to time, and the expression in her eyes was extremely gentle. Based on her lover's intuition, Yuan Chengzhi was definitely thinking about the Ajiu who fell in love at first sight.

At this time, Wen Qingqing saw the cute and adorable Ajiu again, and naturally felt as if she saw her lover's rival. Her heart was so sad, both angry and jealous, and her tone was naturally quite stiff.

Ajiu said calmly: "Young Master told you before that the box is to be given to Hero Guo Jing for anti-Mongolia. Now it has been delivered to Xiangcheng."

Seeing that Wen Qingqing and others looked bad, she knew that they must be here to seek revenge. Today's battle was inevitable. She couldn't help but look at the painting tools on the table and Chu Zheng's paintings that had been painted most of them, and was secretly anxious.

The space in the guest room is limited. Even if you lead the enemy to the corner, it is almost inevitable that the tables and chairs will overturn when fighting, and the scroll will naturally be affected and damaged. However, at this time, the ink marks and paint on the scroll have not dried out. If it is forced to be wrapped, it will definitely become a mess, which is equivalent to being ruined.

No, the young master entrusted me with this painting, and I must not let it suffer any damage.

Thinking of this, Ah Jiu bit his teeth, stood up and held the dagger in front of the desk, making up his mind not to let these people approach the scroll.

Wen Qingqing has always been smart and clever, and immediately noticed Ajiu's unusual movements and wondered if there was something important there?

She had no intention of talking nonsense to Ajiuduo, and was even more afraid of long nights and dreaming. She immediately said to the cold-faced woman next to her: "Miss Sun, this female thief is not weak in martial arts. Let's go together and capture her first." She knew that Hong Shenghai's martial arts were average, and Feng Nandi relied on his identity as a martial artsman, and he would not easily attack a young girl. This time he came to take the stage to prevent Ajiu from escaping, so he did not greet the two of them.

This Miss Sun is Sun Zhongjun, the third disciple of Gui Xinshu and his wife. She is nicknamed "Flying Witch". She is arrogant, impatient and irritable, and is cruel and ruthless. A few days ago, an innocent man's arm was cut off for no reason. A finger was cut off by Master Mu Renqing, and ordered that he should not use a sword as punishment for his whole life.

For a young and beautiful girl, being cut off a little finger and becoming disabled and defective, it was so painful. This was the most uncomfortable and angry stage of her. She did not dare to vent her resentment on her master, but regarded all the beautiful things in the world as enemies. Her personality was even more gloomy and dark, and it could even be said that her psychology was a little distorted.

At this time, she saw Ajiu's beautiful and beautiful hands, especially her hands were white and slender, like spring onions, extremely beautiful, and she couldn't help but feel jealous: I broke a finger, but your hands are so beautiful, how unfair the way of heaven is!

A vicious look flashed in her eyes, she snorted coldly, waved her palm and slashed straight towards Ajiu, venting all her resentment on Ajiu.

Wen Qingqing drew his sword in his hand, but did not attack. She just looked like a swimming fish and rushed towards the desk behind Ajiu, wanting to see what was on it.

Ajiu immediately waved the dagger to fight. Her martial arts were especially above the two enemies, but there was an injury on her feet and it was inconvenient to move. He also saw that Wen Qingqing seemed to be intentionally approaching the desk. After several exquisite daggers were stabbed away by force Sun Zhongjun, she didn't care about chasing her and turned around and stabbed Wen Qingqing.

Wen Qingqing saw her actions and confirmed her guess that there must be something important there!

She waved her long sword and used the Thunder Zhen sword technique of Shiliang Qixian Sect. The sword light was like thunder, and she used the strengths to bully her shortcomings and immediately resolved Ajiu's attack. At this time, Sun Zhongjun also attacked again and used the Tiger Palm technique of Huashan Sect to siege Ajiu.

Ajiu's best weapon, the green bamboo pole, was ultimately inferior to the dagger. In addition, the sprain was not healed. At the same time, facing the full siege of two masters, she soon had less attacks and more defenses, but she clenched her teeth and did not retreat.

Wen Qingqing was stunned when she jumped up and saw that there was only one painting on the desk. Then she mocked: "So it was the painting you drew? It's not very beautiful!"

Ah Jiu said nothing, but just firmly protected the desk and prevented the two from getting close.

Seeing that Wen Qingqing couldn't catch it for a long time, she turned her eyes and had an idea: "The painting must be strange. Miss Sun, let's take the painting first!"

Sun Zhongjun's martial arts skills were much better than her. Hearing this, he attacked Ajiu several times, forcing Ajiu to deal with it with all his strength. Wen Qingqing was extremely cunning and lit a fire note and threw it at the desk.

Ajiu was shocked and hurriedly stepped over and waved the dagger to block the fire breaker. The movement was too big, touching the sprained part of the ankle. Ajiu's steps stopped and his move revealed a flaw.

Sun Zhongjun was fighting with all his strength, but he would not miss this opportunity. He slapped it from bottom to top, hitting Ajiu's right shoulder.

Fortunately, Ajiu quickly turned sideways when he was in the middle of the palm, and his internal strength was especially above Sun Zhongjun, so he did not hurt his muscles and bones. Even so, she almost fell down, and the wound on her shoulders became swollen. The flexibility of her right hand holding the dagger was greatly reduced.

Seeing that this move was effective, Wen Qingqing immediately took out a few hidden weapons and hit the scroll on the table.

Ajiu tried her best to block the hidden weapon. She was annoyed that Wen Qingqing took action against Chu Zheng's painting several times, and she slapped her with a few sarcasm, and her targets were Wen Qingqing.

Wen Qingqing's martial arts skills were less than half as good as hers, and she immediately became in a hurry.

But Sun Zhongjun next to him also saw the problem. She suddenly swept her legs and hit a table leg, kicking it off immediately. The ink and paint on the table flew around. Ajiu exclaimed, and without thinking, she turned around and pounced over, copying Chu Zheng's picture in her hand to protect her, but her dress was stained by the splashed ink and paint.

Now that she was so flawed, Sun Zhongjun pointed to her like the wind and suddenly hit several of her key acupoints.

Ajiu felt numb and sat on the ground softly without control.

Wen Qingqing was overjoyed. If Chu Zheng captured this woman alive, it would be much easier to deal with.

Seeing that Ajiu's body was dirty by the splashed ink paint, and even his face was covered with ink, Wen Qingqing felt even more happy. She walked over and snatched the scroll from Ajiu's hand: "Isn't it just a broken painting? It's worth your nervousness?"

Ajiu was anxious and shouted, "Give me back that painting!" She tried hard to snatch it, but she was so soft that she couldn't exert her strength.

Sun Zhongjun kicked her hard, kicking Ajiu to the ground, and said coldly: "Be honest, otherwise don't blame us for being polite!"

She was originally full of jealousy and even wanted to cut off Ajiu's fingers, but when she thought that the master came together this time, she would not have any good results if she was pursued. She could only suppress this impulse, but she couldn't control her dark thoughts.

Ajiu ignored her and struggled to look up at Wen Qingqing and said, "Don't you just want treasures? I'll give you a large number later. You are not allowed to move this painting! Return it to me quickly!"

She was very anxious when she saw Wen Qingqing holding the scroll and treating the scroll roughly like this, the undried ink on it would probably ruin the painting.

She knew that it took Chu Zheng a day to complete it. She heard that it was very close to his senior sister's birthday, and once it was destroyed, it might not be too late to draw another one.

Wen Qingqing showed a playful smile: "Oh? It seems that you like this painting very much? Then tell us where the ten iron boxes are hidden, and I will return it to you, otherwise I will destroy it!"

Ajiu hurriedly said, "I said that the boxes have been delivered to Xiangcheng, not here..."

"It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin." Sun Zhongjun next to him sneered and took the scroll from Wen Qingqing's hand and tore it hard.

Hiss!

The scroll was immediately torn in half by her.

"Stop!" Ajiu looked at the scroll that Chu Zheng drew strokes and strokes and was torn apart, his face turned pale, and tears suddenly burst out from his eyes, shouting: "No--!"

"No?" Sun Zhongjun showed a happy smile.

Are you sad? Are you unhappy? The more you do this, the happier I am!

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Sun Zhongjun was even more vigorously, and in a blink of an eye the scroll in her hand turned into countless pieces. She raised her hand and threw it, and the pieces flew all over the sky.

Ajiu stayed there, her little face turned pale, her breathing almost stopped, and her heart seemed to be torn to pieces.

She saw with her own eyes how much Chu Zheng attached to this painting and how much effort it took to draw to such a level! Now the young master's efforts these days have been completely ruined!

Moreover, this painting was a gift the young master wanted to give to his fiancée, but he entrusted this painting to me...

It's over. When the young master saw that the painting was destroyed, he would definitely blame me. Maybe he wouldn't talk to me anymore...

Ajiu was both heartbroken and angry, and tears of grievance fell like broken pearls.

"You...you...I will definitely not let you go!"

The girl gritted her teeth and glared at Sun Zhongjun and Wen Qingqing. She had always been kind and simple and had never tried to hate others so much.

"Don't let me go? Haha, who can't tell who doesn't let me go now. You won't expect your companion to come and save you, right? Dreaming! Let me tell you that this time, my master and the elites of the master will all come out to deal with your companion together, and he will not be able to fly even if he has wings! Then I cut off his hand and chop it up and feed the dog! How about it, are you scared? Beg me! Maybe I'll ask the master for love and spare his dog's life!"

Sun Zhongjun's face was distorted. Seeing Ajiu's tears blurred, people couldn't help feeling pity for her pretty face, she felt even more jealous. She didn't dare to really hurt this girl, so she bullied her with words.

Ajiu turned a deaf ear to her words and just stared at her hatefully.

Seeing this, Sun Zhongjun was furious and raised his feet to kick him. However, Wen Qingqing felt that she was a little too much and whispered: "Miss Sun, forget it, Master, let's pay attention to the right measure... Just capture her alive."

"I didn't scratch her face and didn't cut her fingers. I'm very sensible!" Sun Zhongjun actually smiled. She raised her feet and pointed it at Ajiu's pretty little face, and said with a faint smile: "Don't worry, I don't dare to hurt you, but my boots are very dirty. I want to use your face to wipe it. Don't mind? If you learn to bark now, and call me a few more aunts, I can let you go."

Seeing that the soles of her boots were dark and she had no idea how many dirty things were stuck, she almost vomited out because of her disgust, but the acupoints were not avoided. She was full of despair, but she never begs for mercy.

These people broke the young master's paintings, and I would not bow to them even if I die!

"Damn girl, I'm stubborn enough. I'll see when you can be stubborn!" Sun Zhongjun's face looked ferocious and stepped on Ajiu's little face.

Ajiu's slender body was already trembling with fear and anger, but she raised her head and never gave in!

Suddenly, a crisp slap sounded, and the next moment, the sound of the table being knocked down and shattered. Ajiu was surprised to find that the black shadow approaching her face had disappeared, replaced by a familiar back blocking her.

"Who dares to bully Ajiu with such courage!"

As the cold and cold man sounded, there was one more person in the room at some point!

His speed was so fast that it seemed to appear out of thin air. Hong Shenghai and Feng Nandi, who had been guarding outside the room, were not alert at all, and could not intercept them!

"Young Master..." Ajiu stared at the familiar figure in front of him. The tears that had been stubbornly stopped could no longer be controlled, and they rolled down like pearls.
Chapter completed!