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Li Chanxi held the knife in her hand firmly against her throat and pressed hard.

The bullies exclaimed and cursed at the bad luck.

The expected scene of the girl's throat being slit and blood spurting out did not appear.

Li Chanxi was stunned and looked confused. She was horrified to find that the hand holding the knife was shaking uncontrollably, as if surrounded by invisible wind. Her fingers were pulled apart one by one, and the dagger in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The despair in her eyes was even greater. Could it be that there were powerful martial arts masters hiding among the bullies, and she couldn't even die?

The bullies also looked puzzled, and just as they were about to speak, snowflakes drifted into the room. The temperature in the room suddenly became cold, and a chill ran down their backs and reached the sky.

"Sorry, I'm late."

A gentle voice sounded, like the early spring breeze in winter.

Li Chanxi's eyes trembled, and she saw the heavy snow outside the house, and a young man walked in.

The young man is wearing a jet black robe, embroidered with peonies, a thick velvet half-length cape, and a jade crown on his head, as gentle as jade.

Li Chanxi was startled by the young man's handsome face. She had never met him, but she had seen his portrait.

The young man apologized and ignored the bullies. He walked straight towards the trembling girl, took off his thick cloak, put it gently on the girl, and said softly:

"Are you Brother Yuan Zheng's sister?"

Listening to the gentle inquiry, Li Chanxi's nose became sore for no reason, and big tears rolled down her face. She felt so aggrieved that she had found comfort.

Zhao Wujiang remained silent and took Li Chanxi into his arms. Li Chanxi did not struggle and sobbed on Zhao Wujiang's chest.

The bullies suddenly felt something bad in their hearts. They didn't know who this man was, who was as handsome as those fair-faced boys raised by the madam's family. However, they became wary of what he said to the man.

Li Yuanzheng's friend? Is he also a strong martial artist? Is he also a master of the fourth level?

If this is the case, then they are not opponents at all today, and the fourth grade is simply not something that the five of them can fight against.

The leading bully considered his words and decided to move out the big shot behind him, so he said in a deep voice:

"Who are you? My lord is..."

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

The leading bully was lifted up in the air, his face turned red and gradually turned purple, he kept shaking on his toes, and his heart was filled with panic. The handsome young man obviously didn't move, why was he being grabbed by the throat? Could it be some kind of magic?

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

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

"Sir... have mercy on me... I know... I'm wrong..." A strong man squeezed out a few words with difficulty, and the horror in his heart could not be increased. This is not a fourth-level cultivation at all. This is simply worse than theirs.

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

That Lang Yi young man didn't look like a strong martial artist at all, but more like a god, a god who could control their life and death with a single thought.

"Be careful in the next life." Zhao Wujiang only said one sentence, and the door was suddenly blown by the wind and slammed shut.

The sound of broken flesh and bones was heard outside the house, and the bullies all turned into blood mist, falling with the snowflakes, and were quickly buried.

Li Chanxi found support in the man she had admired and fallen in love with for a long time.

She cried in Zhao Wujiang's arms, and the rolling tears kept soaking Zhao Wujiang's clothes. Zhao Wujiang just comforted her softly, allowing Li Chanxi's arms to hug her tighter and tighter.

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