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Li Chanxi pressed his knife tightly against his throat and pressed it hard.

The bullies exclaimed and scolded the bad luck.

The scene where the girl's throat was cut and blood gushed did not appear.

Li Chanxi was stunned, with a puzzled look. She was shocked to find that her hand holding the knife was trembling without being controlled, as if there was an invisible wind lingering, her fingers were pulled apart one by one, and the dagger in her hand fell to the ground.

Her eyes were even more despair. Could it be that there were powerful martial arts masters hidden beside the bullies. Can't she even die?

The bullies were also confused. Just as they were about to speak, snowflakes drifted into the house. The temperature inside the house suddenly became cold, and a coolness shone straight into the sky cover along their backs.

"Sorry, I'm late."

A gentle sound rang out, like the spring breeze that came early in winter.

Li Chanxi's eyes trembled. Seeing the heavy snow outside the house, a young Lavida walked in.

The young man was wearing a black ink robe, embroidered with peonies, a thick fluffy cloak, and a jade crown, which was as gentle as jade.

The handsome young man's face stunned Li Chanxi. She had never met her before, but had seen a portrait.

With apologies, the young man looked at the bullies without anything, walked straight towards the girl with a trembling heart, took off his thick cloak, draped gently on the girl, and said softly:

"You are Brother Yuan Zheng's sister, right?"

Li Chanxi listened to the gentle inquiry, and no reason he felt a sore nose, tears as big as beans rolled down, feeling aggrieved as if he had found comfort.

Zhao Wujiang was silent and understood, hugging Li Chanxi into his arms. Li Chanxi did not struggle and leaned on Zhao Wujiang's chest and sobbed.

The bullies suddenly felt something was wrong. They didn't know who this man was as handsome as the little white-faced man raised by the wife, but they became afraid of what they said to the man.

Li Yuanzheng’s friend? Could it be that he is also a martial arts expert? Could it be that he is also a master of the fourth level, right?

If this is true, then they are no match today, and the fourth-grade one is not something that the five of them can fight against.

The leader of a bully thought about the wording and decided to move out the big man behind him, so he said in a deep voice:

"Who is your lord? My lord is..."

Before he finished speaking, the invisible wind shone tightly around the bully's throat and lifted it up.

The leading bully was lifted up by the air, his face turned red and gradually turned purple, his toes kept shaking, and his heart was filled with horror. The handsome young man obviously did not move, so why was he captured his throat? Could it be that it was a magic trick?

The other bullies were silent, and they trembled all over. They came to their senses. The big and thick men screamed and fled outside the house frantically.

But as soon as they stepped out of the house, a gust of wind blew, their strong bodies were bound in the air, as if a pair of invisible hands captured them.

"Great...people...remn't life...wrong..." A strong man struggled to squeeze out a few words, and his heart was shocked. This was not the fourth-level cultivation level at all, and it was simply more than them.

The most powerful man I have ever seen is countless times more powerful.

The young man of Lavida didn't look like a martial arts master at all, but more like a god, who could dominate their life and death with one thought.

"Be careful in the next life." Zhao Wujiang said only one sentence, and the door was suddenly brought up by the wind and closed with a slam.

The sound of blood and blood skeletons breaking out of the house, and all the bullies turned into blood mist, fluttering with the snowflakes falling, and were soon buried.

Li Chanxi found a support, but he still admired and loved the man he had long admired.

She hid in Zhao Wujiang's arms and cried. The tears rolling out continued to wet Zhao Wujiang's clothes. Zhao Wujiang just comforted her softly and let Li Chanxi hug her arms tighter and tighter.

The wind and snow were falling outside the house, and the girl inside the house was sobbing.
Chapter completed!