After Qin Jiujiu paid, as she was about to walk forward, the two people exchanged glances and secretly followed her.
"Second Young Master Xie, shall we go to the teahouse..." She saw a teahouse ahead and was about to suggest to Xie Jing that they go in for a rest and a cup of tea before leaving. When she turned around, he was gone.
Qin Jiujiu inexplicably felt a corner of her heart empty. Although Xie Jing didn't speak and his presence created a cold atmosphere, he was gone, and Qin Jiujiu inexplicably felt a lack of interest.
She forcefully pushed these emotions aside and was about to leave when a figure bumped into her.
The force of the collision was not strong. It was a little boy, appearing to be about seven or eight years old. The boy only bumped her shoulder. Just as she was about to see who had bumped her, she heard the boy utter an apology and quickly leave, giving her no chance to see his face.
She paid no further attention and walked towards the teahouse. Before she entered, she suddenly realized something was wrong. She quickly felt her waist, and as expected, her Qiankun bag was gone.
Turning back to look for the person, she only saw the figure look up and quickly run into the crowd. This was a thief!
Qin Jiujiu turned to chase. With people coming and going, it wouldn't be easy to catch him. Fortunately, she could still vaguely see his back. She pursued relentlessly. The thief suddenly realized she was chasing and looked back at her.
Suddenly, his speed increased. Qin Jiujiu could only follow closely, and he darted into a secluded alley.
No one was there. The thief suddenly stopped. Qin Jiujiu instinctively retreated. Just as she was about to turn back, people also appeared at the mouth of the alley, blocking her exit.
So this was no ordinary little thief!
Seeing that his accomplices had appeared, the child walked over and handed the Qiankun bag he had just stolen from Qin Jiujiu to the person behind him.
It was a man with a large scar on his face, looking menacing.
Seeing how skilled the little boy was, it was evident that he had been forced to do such things for some time.
It was a pity that the Qiankun bag was now in their hands, and she couldn't ask for help. This alley was very secluded. She had only chased after the thief because she thought he was just a child. She had been careless after all!
"Brother, what should we do with this woman?"
The胖子 next to the scarred face stared at Qin Jiujiu, his gaze lecherous and disgusting.
The scarred face also fixed his eyes on Qin Jiujiu, grinning lewdly, "Since her companion has been lured away by Xiao Liu, let's have our fun first, and then sell her to a brothel!"
Qin Jiujiu looked at the lewd smiles on their faces and felt uncomfortable. However, from their nauseating words, she gained a piece of information—Xie Jing had indeed been lured away!
"System, where is Xie Jing at this moment?"
"Host, the system detects that the villain is likely killing people..." The system's voice suddenly weakened, but Qin Jiujiu heard it clearly.
The胖子 approached Qin Jiujiu step by step, holding a thick hemp rope, about to tie her hands.
The scarred face held the Qiankun bag, weighing it. Finding it not heavy, he was about to open it to check the situation when he discovered that the bag couldn't be opened and felt hot to the touch.
The scarred face suddenly shouted, "Why can't this bag be opened?" His fierce gaze swept towards the little boy, who looked terrified, afraid of being implicated. He quickly explained, "It has nothing to do with me!"
The胖子 hadn't finished tying Qin Jiujiu before he heard the scarred face and looked startled. He turned and walked to the scarred face, taking the bag from his hand and preparing to open it.
At this moment, the bag became even hotter. The moment he took it, the bag felt as if it had caught fire. He was severely burned and immediately withdrew his hand.
The scarred face, filled with anger, cursed him, "You idiot! What are you doing?" The胖子 seemed accustomed to being scolded and showed no reaction, only staring at the Qiankun bag on the ground.
"Brother, this bag is really strange. It's so hot to the touch!"
The scarred face, half-believing, crouched down and was about to pick up the blue bag on the ground when he suddenly thought of something and straightened up, looking at Qin Jiujiu, "You pick it up!"
With a fierce and menacing expression, Qin Jiujiu secretly thought: Are you afraid people won't know you're a bad guy! You look like that! And you still come out to scare people!
But she still obediently walked over. As long as this Qiankun bag was in her hands, she could deal with these people!
The moment she crouched down, she felt a gust of wind brush past her head. She heard the two men cry out in pain and fall to the ground, seemingly injured.
Qin Jiujiu looked up, and Xie Jing's figure appeared in her sight.
His blue robe was stained with some blood. Suddenly appearing in her eyes, despite his cold demeanor, she found him incredibly beautiful at this moment, like a god descending!
She didn't know what she was feeling at the moment, only that her heart felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, making her feel somewhat stifled.
Qin Jiujiu picked up the Qiankun bag from the ground. The bag recognized its owner, and ordinary people couldn't open it. Fortunately, it helped her at a critical moment.
She patted the dust off the bag and tied it back onto herself. The people lying on the ground, having just taken a palm strike from Xie Jing, were still struggling to get up.
Seeing a young man in front of them, who looked gentle and frail, they became bolder and charged forward bare-handed. The little boy was also affected and was now hiding in a corner, not daring to make a sound.
Qin Jiujiu had already stood up. Seeing the two men recklessly charging towards Xie Jing, while the young man's hair and headband were merely blown by the wind, and his gaze wasn't on the two men charging at him, but only on Qin Jiujiu.
The two men were intimidated by the cold aura emanating from him and paused before charging forward again. Qin Jiujiu suddenly shouted, "Second Young Master Xie, spare their lives!"
Before the two men could react, Xie Jing's hands had already clasped their throats, one in each hand, with immense strength.
As the air in their lungs grew thinner, they looked at the young man with narrowed eyes, like a Shura before them in terror, with no other choice but to await death.
Before the young man, they were like ants, unable to shake him in the slightest.
Xie Jing looked at the veins clearly visible on his palms. Due to his forceful grip, their veins appeared prominently and horrifyingly, successfully igniting Xie Jing's desire to kill.
His eyes turned scarlet, and the aura around him grew even colder. He narrowed his eyes at the two men's necks, as if he were about to choke them to death.
"Host, the villain's Blackening Value is detected to be rising! Danger!"
Qin Jiujiu: "..."
The more the plot developed, the closer it would be to Xie Jing's Blackening. Although she had changed some events, Qin Jiujiu realized that the general plot wouldn't change. Therefore, by the time the villain was supposed to Blacken, he likely would!
And the increasingly frequent Blackening was reminding her of this fact!
In a moment of desperation, she ran to Xie Jing's side and tried to persuade him with kind words. She almost recited the core socialist values she had learned in front of Xie Jing, but none of it seemed to make any impact.
Xie Jing was currently immersed in the pleasure of killing. He only glanced at her, but his hands didn't relax at all; instead, they tightened.
Seeing the struggles of the two men in his palms growing weaker, their eyes rolling back, Qin Jiujiu suddenly stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the face.