A Beauty Trap?

Seeing that the situation was not right, the woman quickly changed to another strategy.

She knelt upon the ground, knee-walking a few steps, crying with her liver and intestines broken into pieces: “Young master! Young master you do good! This servant is willing to become a s*ave and become a servant, serving young master for a lifetime! Only requesting young master to save this servant out of this bitter sea!”

Those few “robbers” also cooperated to step forward a few steps, the bald-headed husky man grinning cruelly and saying: “Kid, are you still a man?”

Jun Ao looked at him.

The bald-headed husky man puffed out his chest, a provocative appearance of “do you dare or not dare to take the bait.”

Jun Ao was silent for a brief moment.

Then he opened his mouth, a few parts of sincere perplexity carrying inside his tone:

“Big brother, you guys rob your lust, what relationship does it have with me? I don’t step in, isn’t that exactly matching your intent?”

The bald-headed husky man gave a start.

That woman was also stunned.

Jun Ao spread his hands: “Look, I am just a person passing by. You guys want to rob this young lady, and I am not stopping it. You guys can just drag her away directly, why must you consistently force me to step in?”

He cupped his hands.

“Furthermore, this cultivation of mine is low and deep, and is also not the opponent of several big brothers.”

The bald-headed husky man’s face completely turned green.

This was not right!

How did this kid not play according to the routine cards?

He bit his teeth, took a step forward, inserting the knife upon the ground with a single insert, saying fiercely and maliciously: “Kid, are you a man after all or not? Such a delicate and dripping beautiful woman is kneeling to beg you, you f*cking see death and do not save?”

Jun Ao was asked to the point of giving a start by him.

He looked at that face of the bald-headed husky man filled with swarms of horizontal flesh, and looked at the woman crying like a pear blossom carrying rain kneeling upon the ground again, being silent for quite a long while.

Then he asked a single sentence:

“Big brother, are you serious?”

The bald-headed husky man: “What?”

Jun Ao: “You guys think so much of making me strike out to break your good matter?”

Seeing that the bald-headed husky man was stunned.

Jun Ao waved his hand: “Line, line, stop making trouble big brother, I truly have matters. You guys continue, I leave first.”

Having finished speaking, he clamped the horse’s belly, leaving grandly.

The horse hooves raised a path of dust, splashing upon the faces of those few “robbers” and that woman.

The bald-headed husky man stood on his spot, dumbstruck.

That woman also stopped crying, climbing up to pat the dust upon her knees, a face filled with blankness.

“This… what is going on with this?”

The bald-headed husky man suffocated for a long time, finally suffocating out a single sentence:

“His mother’s… this kid does not come according to the routine!”

In the distance, Jun Ao horse-rode along.

“Kid,” the voice of the Myriad Soul Banner carried a smile intent, “those few Japanese bastards are still staring blankly on the spot.”

The corner of Jun Ao’s mouth hooked up.

“Let them stare blankly,” he said, “acting so rottenly, yet also having the nerve to come out and lose face.”

The Myriad Soul Banner laughed loudly.

“Kid, but those people are Japanese bastards after all, killing them can raise your cultivation, you don’t feel moved in heart?” the Myriad Soul Banner asked next.

Jun Ao was silent for a brief moment, “Their people are many, and their cultivations are all the Third Realm, not easy to deal with!

“We can control that woman first!”

“Also oh, how about we go back?”

The Myriad Soul Banner: “Go back! People are rushing to send experience to you, not wanting it would be not wanting it for nothing!”

…

Beside the road.

That woman stood there with several husky men, big eyes staring at small eyes.

“What situation is this?” The bald-headed husky man scratched his gleaming brain door, “Wasn’t it said that this kid is lecherous? How did he see you, Xiangzi, like he saw a ghost?”

That woman named Xiangzi was also a face filled with depression, patting the ash upon her knees: “The intelligence had an error?”

“Impossible,” another man gathered over, “we inquired very clearly, the Zhennan Prince’s Heir Jun Ao, a playboy disciple, lecherous by nature, unable to move his path when seeing a beautiful woman. This is information transmitted over from the side of Su City, thousands of trues and tens of thousands of trues.”

“Then how did he…”

Several people were exactly speaking, when they suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves arriving from far to near.

Turning their heads to look, that blue-and-white horse had returned again.

Jun Ao rode upon the horse, swaying over slowly, a face carrying a kind of expression that could not be said clearly and could not be described clearly.

“Big brother,” a man said in a low voice, “that kid returned again!”

The bald-headed husky man’s eyes lit up: “I just said it, this kid is lecherous, how could he possibly place a beautiful woman like Xiangzi and not want her!”

He puffed out his chest, prepared to welcome Jun Ao’s drama of a hero saving a beautiful woman.

Jun Ao horse-rode to the near front, pulling the reins tight.

His gaze swept a circle upon several people’s bodies, finally falling upon that woman’s body, and then swept a circle around the surroundings again.

“No way?” He opened his mouth, a few parts of surprise carrying inside his tone, “Several big brothers finished the matter so quickly?”

The woman gave a start.

Finished the matter?

What finished the matter?

The bald-headed husky man and the several people were also stunned, immediately reacting over, their faces expanding to the point of turning thoroughly red—what meaning did this kid have? Who was he looking down upon?

“Kid!” The bald-headed husky man reacted over, staring with his eyes and saying, “Did you run back to look for death?”

Jun Ao turned his body to dismount the horse, gathering up with a smile: “No, no, several big brothers don’t misunderstand. This small one has no other meaning, it is just…”

He rubbed his hands, his gaze glancing toward that woman’s body, lowering his voice and saying: “After several big brothers finish playing, can you let this small one also… hehe, do that a bit?”

He fished out an ingot of silver from inside his bosom, handing it over.

“A bit of small meaning, not a respectful presentation.”

The bald-headed husky man looked at that ingot of silver, his entire person completely petrified.

That woman was also petrified.

Several men looked at each other face to face, completely not knowing how to connect.

This f*cking… is the Zhennan Prince’s Heir?

Being so lacking in class?

The bald-headed husky man took quite a while to find his own voice back, saying dryly: “Kid, what meaning do you have?”

Jun Ao was a face filled with innocence: “Several big brothers don’t misunderstand, I just want to… that what, you guys understand. In any case you guys have also played, let me also taste the fresh flavor?”

He stuffed the silver into the bald-headed husky man’s hand with a single stuff, and gathered forward a bit again, lowering his voice and saying: “I tell you guys, this girl is grown truly not bad, I took a fancy at the first glance. Just now when leaving the more I thought the more I regretted, did I not quickly pursue back.”

The corner of the bald-headed husky man’s mouth gave a twitch.

This script was not right.

He looked toward that woman, that woman was also a face filled with blankness, completely not knowing how to act on.

“Kid,” the bald-headed husky man sank his face, “we are f*cking robbers! Do you treat this as visiting a brothel?”

Jun Ao was a face filled with innocence: “I know, so have I not given money.”

He fished out a stack of silver bank notes from inside his bosom once again, clapping them into the bald-headed husky man’s hand with a single clap.

“Are these enough or not enough? As long as several big brothers let me also play with this woman, the silver upon my body will all be given to you guys!”

The bald-headed husky man lowered his head to take a glance at that stack of silver bank notes, a thick stack, to say less there were also several thousand taels.

He raised his head to look at that sincere face of Jun Ao again.

Look at that stack of silver bank notes again.

Look at Jun Ao again.

He was thoroughly speechless.

This f*cking… who after all was the robber?

A man gathered over, lowering his voice and saying: “Big brother, what to do? This kid does not play according to the routine cards.”

The bald-headed husky man bit his teeth, saying in a small voice: “In any case Xiangzi is also sent into his hand, our task can also be counted as completed, right?”

That man gave a start: “Big brother’s meaning is…”

“Withdraw.” The bald-headed husky man thrust the silver bank notes into his bosom with a single thrust, “Control his mother’s, the task is completed and that lines.”

Several people exchanged a single gaze, prepared to slip away.

Exactly at this time, a burst of shrill screaming suddenly came from behind.

The bald-headed husky man turned his head to take a look, his entire person completely turned silly.

That woman named Xiangzi was pressed by Jun Ao upon the haystack beside the road with a single press, currently struggling with all her might.

Jun Ao rode upon her body, pulling her clothes with busy hands and chaotic feet, his mouth still clamoring: “Don’t move, don’t move, this master has given money!”

Xiangzi struggled on one side and screamed on one side, her face completely filled with panic—she came to execute a task, and was not here to truly be done that by a person!

“Holy cr*p!”

The bald-headed husky man stared with his eyes wide, freezing on his spot.

Several men also all turned silly.

This f*cking broad daylight, beside the large road, this kid just directly forced himself upon her…

“Big brother!” A man turned anxious, “What do we do? Xiangzi she…”

The bald-headed husky man’s lips trembled for a long time, finally suffocating out a single sentence:

“His mother’s… is this kid after all the Zhennan Prince’s Heir or not?”

In the distance, over at the side of the haystack, Jun Ao was still “busy.”

Xiangzi’s screaming sound was one sound higher than another sound.

Several men stood on their spot, entering was also not, retreating was also not, thoroughly falling into a perplexity of the philosophical level.