Of course, the most important thing is that this masked man actually has no subordinates. He is standing alone in the middle of the official road, which seems a bit unreasonable.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Zhao Yuan decided to wait and see what happens.
The masked man was very proud when he saw the fearful expressions of the group of businessmen. The hand holding the iron rod suddenly exerted force, lifted the iron rod, and stabbed it hard on the ground. The iron rod with a thick bowl mouth was unexpectedly struck by him.
It penetrated the hard roadbed of the official road by at least a foot, and the ground shook. At the same time, it seemed as if a tornado was sweeping past, and the dust was stirred up.
Warrior!
Zhao Yuan was awe-inspiring.
He felt the warrior's aura.
In fact, Zhao Yuan had no idea about warriors, but he had an extremely keen sixth sense, and he felt the same aura as the black-faced god from this masked man.
Of course, compared with the awe-inspiring aura of the black-faced god, this masked man seems a bit insignificant.
The masked man stuck the iron rod on the official road, strode to the front of the carriage, looked down at everyone, and finally, his eyes fell on the two carriage drivers whose legs were like sifting chaff.
"Just these people?" The masked man lifted a coachman into the air with one hand and glared at the coachman with a pair of leopard eyes.
"There are...there are...two...no no...three...two women...a sick old man..." The coachman did not dare to lie and stammered.
"Get them down!"
What surprised Zhao Yuan was that the masked man did not approach the carriage, but signaled the carriage driver to call the people off the carriage.
Is he afraid of a sneak attack?
Zhao Yuan felt the vigilance and tense muscles of the masked man and couldn't help but laugh. This bandit looked very courageous, but he was very guilty.
The carriage driver did not dare to disobey the masked man, so he hurriedly got into the carriage and called the mother, daughter and the sick old man out of the carriage.
The old man got out of the car first. His eyes were dim and he didn't know fear at all. After getting out of the car, he collapsed on the ground and rested. His withered chest rose and fell sharply, as if he would die at any time.
The masked man seemed startled. He quickly picked up the old man and put him on the coachman's chair. Then he wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered something, as if he was talking about something.
Words like "unlucky".
Then, the mother and daughter also got out of the car.
Xiaocui was also very scared, her legs were weak, and her face was pale. However, she still kept Zhao Yuan's words in mind, no matter what happened, she should remain calm and calm.
After Xiaocui helped her mother out of the car, she suppressed her fear and looked up at the masked man.
At this time, Xiaocui had changed out of her casual clothes because she was getting closer and closer to Blackwater City. She was wearing a light purple dress with her hair tied up high. She looked elegant, dignified and beautiful, and her fair neck was set off by the purple.
Underneath, it becomes more and more smooth, slender, white and delicate, like jade carved from teeth, extremely beautiful and moving.
The big masked man was immediately stunned and forgot to speak. He just stared at Xiao Cui blankly, as if he had lost his soul.
An extremely strange scene appeared in front of a group of businessmen and Zhao Yuan. The big masked man stood in front of the petite and exquisite Xiaocui with his tower-like body. He was several heads taller, like a big bear, creating a very strong visual impact, which made people feel uncomfortable.
People subconsciously think of Beauty and the Beast.
Xiao Cui was stunned by the dull gaze of the masked man, and subconsciously looked at Zhao Yuan. At this time, Zhao Yuan was also looking at her. Seeing Xiao Cui looking over, he immediately smiled and clenched his fist to cheer Xiao Cui up.
Seeing Zhao Yuan's smile, Xiao Cui immediately felt much better. She touched her chest gently and seemed to feel relieved. But Xiao Cui didn't know that her breast touching action made the masked man's soul fly into the sky.
Outside, the whole body is soft.
After more than a month of getting along, Xiaocui already has great trust in Zhao Yuan.
Strictly speaking, Zhao Yuan has become Xiaocui's spiritual support.
"Do you have parents?" Xiaocui mustered up her courage and looked up at the masked man.
"……have."
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"have."
"Do you have a wife and children?"
"No."
"..." Xiaocui was stunned for a moment, then returned to normal and continued to ask, "If your parents and siblings knew that you were a robber, would they be disappointed?"
"No, they will be happy."
"Ah..." Xiaocui had prepared a long speech to persuade the masked man, but when he knew that the other party was not following the rules, he was immediately dumbfounded.
"You want to convince me not to be a robber?" The masked man obviously understood what Xiao Cui meant.
"Yes." Xiaocui took a deep breath, trying to appear calm and calm.
"If you marry me, I won't be a robber." The masked man looked at Xiaocui hopefully.
"Sorry, I'm already engaged." Xiao Cui shook her head.
"Well..." The masked man suddenly looked disappointed.
"Why do you want to be a robber?" Xiaocui asked.
"I want everyone to know that I, Qiu... I am a man who dares to do anything!" The masked man slapped his chest hard, showing his fierce look.
“If you’re not a robber, you’re not a man?”
"...This...everyone says it's not..." the masked man said.
"The robbers who rob homes are not necessarily men. Only those soldiers who dare to kill the enemy on the battlefield and dare to hide their corpses are the real men! You covered your face and carried an iron rod to bully a carload of the old, weak and sick.
How can a disabled woman and child be considered a real man!" Xiaocui said, forgetting her fear and said sternly.
"I, I..." The big masked man was told by Xiao Cui that sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Look, the old man's nose is bleeding. Are you worthy of your conscience?" Xiao Cui pointed at the dying old man in the carriage.
"Bleeding... ah... bleeding..."
The masked man followed Xiao Cui's finger and saw that, sure enough, the old man might have moved his body, suffered some fright, had an attack of illness, and blood was flowing from his nose.
An unexpected scene appeared. The masked man stared at the old man, and then he fell straight down. With a "plop", his heavy body fell heavily to the ground, and he passed out.
Everyone looked dull.
Even Zhao Yuan was stunned. He didn't understand why the masked man suddenly fainted.
"I know, he faints from blood and will faint whenever he sees blood." said a fur trader.
People suddenly understood.
Several men hurriedly helped the old man with a nosebleed into the carriage, and then worked together to drag the masked man outside the carriage to the shady side and let him rest against the wheel. This drag made everyone suck.
Even after exerting all his strength, this masked man was too heavy, at least close to three hundred kilograms.
During the busy period, the black cloth on the masked man's face also fell off, revealing a rough but handsome face, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, which was quite majestic and matched his figure very well.
"what to do?"
Everyone looked at the big man lying on the ground, and they were all helpless.
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