Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 501 I'll grant your wish (27)

The two walked from spring to summer, and then to autumn.

We finally arrived at the location mentioned in the notebook before the Mid-Autumn Festival, but there was yellow sand everywhere.

Xiong Bufan regretted it a little. It looked like there was no enough food to eat here. She should have brought several cartloads of grain and a herd of cattle and sheep over.

Mo Qiong doesn't dare to take off her mask now, for fear that the wind will blow sand into her mouth.

The two slept in the carriage all night, and even without going out, they were covered in yellow sand the next day.

The feed was getting worse and worse, and the horses were getting thinner and thinner.

Mo Qiong didn't understand why Xiong Bufan had come all the way here. If he was looking for the sect leader's wife, why did he come to the border? Couldn't he just ask Bai Xiaosheng?

The carriage was moving slowly forward when suddenly several raggedly dressed men wielding large knives appeared in front of it, forcing the carriage to stop. "Stop! You all stop right now!"

Mo Qiong reached for the knife at her waist and said coldly, "Leave if you don't want to die, or don't blame me for being impolite."

The refugees remained unmoved; they hadn't been able to make a living in a long time, and if they waited any longer, they would starve to death.

Although the carriage was small, it was still possible to steal some things.

Zhao San, holding a knife, said, "Hand over your valuables, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Only women rode in carriages; men, including so-called knights-errant, mostly rode horses or walked.

There was only one person rushing to catch the carriage, but there were many of them, and Zhao San was confident he could rob them.

Mo Qiong stood on the carriage, saying, "How dare you be so impolite? Let me see what you're capable of." No one was allowed to disturb her master's rest.

Zhao San raised his knife, "Brothers, let's go! Let this arrogant fool see what we're capable of!"

"Kill!"

Mo Qiong jumped off the car and quickly got into a fight with the group.

Xiong Bufan climbed onto the roof of the carriage at some point to watch the commotion. Mo Qiong had learned a lot of martial arts and needed to practice them in real life.

Kongkong: Just say you're lazy, don't make excuses.

Zhao San and his men intended to surround and kill Mo Qiong, but Mo Qiong killed his brother with a single blow and then went straight for his vital point.

Zhao San hurriedly drew his knife to defend himself; this man was a killing machine.

As a result, Mo Qiong chopped the knife into two pieces, and the blade was pointed directly at Zhao San's neck.

If Zhao San had gotten any closer, he would have died on the spot.

Before Mo Chou could say anything, Zhao San quickly shouted, "Stop! Stop!"

The surrounding refugees looked at each other, holding their knives but not daring to come forward.

The bolder one said, "Release our Third Master, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Mo Qiong didn't speak, but simply brought the knife closer.

Zhao San strained his neck, afraid of being touched by the blade. "Shut up, young hero. We can talk this over."

Mo Qiong rushed over quickly, held the knife to Zhao San's neck, using him as a shield, and slowly approached the carriage.

"Master, what do you think we should do with this person?"

Xiong Bufan flew down from the roof of the carriage and kicked away the person who was trying to sneak up on him. "Let's go check out the mountain stronghold. I want to see if there's anything valuable there."

"It's Master."

Zhao San then noticed Xiong Bufan and cried out, "Fairy, spare me! Spare me!"

Mo Qiong threatened viciously, "Behave yourself, or I'll kill you."

"Yes, yes, may I ask which sect you belong to, fairy?"

The presence of bandits meant wealth and the ability to live a good life.

Moreover, these people might not have the guts to go to Mo Shan Sect. Xiong Bufan proudly replied, "I'm from Mo Shan Sect!"

Zhao San was truly in a difficult situation. If he had known that these two people were from the Mo Shan Sect, he would never have come to rob them.

The master and disciple from Moshan Sect were the bane of the entire martial arts world.

Mo Qiong: "Stop dawdling, lead the way!"

"Yes."

To prevent other refugees from continuing to ambush and injure people, Xiong Bufan tied the survivors together and dragged them behind the carriage, while he himself put on a veil and sat on the roof of the carriage.

The refugees' hideout wasn't far from here; it was just over a small sand dune. There were a few green trees here, making it look like a small oasis.

The greenery had become increasingly scarce along the way, and now that she had spotted a small oasis, Mo Qiong was quite excited.

Xiong Bufan instructed, "Be careful, leave the carriage here, and we'll walk in."

Mo Qiong didn't understand why Xiong Bufan made this decision, but she still said, "Yes."

Xiong Bufan untied the people from the back of the carriage and then forcefully threw them forward.

She could smell someone in the sand from a great distance; if they wanted to ambush her, they'd need more practice.

The people tied with ropes behind them all fell into the sandpit one by one, followed by screams of agony, "Ahhh, help!"

Xiong Bufan watched as sharp wooden sticks pierced their chests and abdomens.

What appeared to be a flat area in front was actually riddled with traps, with sharpened sticks placed inside, specifically designed to deter anyone trying to approach the oasis.

Mo Qiong was startled. Fortunately, her master had foresight, otherwise they would have been completely wiped out here.

Looking at his brother's brutal death, Zhao San's eyes blazed with hatred. "You two witches, you harmed ordinary people!"

"Shut up, or I'll make you go with them too."

These people reeked of a foul odor; if Xiong Bufan hadn't needed them to lead the way to the oasis, he would have sent them away long ago.

Mo Qiong, carrying Zhao San, used her lightness skill to fly over the large pit with sharp spikes and land on the ground not far away.

Something felt off about the sandy ground. Before Mo Qiong could react, her feet were grabbed, as if someone was going to drag her into the oasis.

Mo Qiong quickly released Zhao San, drew her knife, and cut off the hands that were grabbing her feet, then swiftly dodged away.

Screams came from underground, and soon the sand collapsed, revealing a person rolling around with their arms wrapped around their body.

Xiong Bufan flew over and grabbed Zhao San, saying, "You better give me some money, or I'll kill you."

So many people died for you, don't you feel any guilt? You're truly wicked.

For a moment, Kongkong didn't know whether Xiong Bufan was talking about him or the robbers.

Zhao San was momentarily devastated by the screams, but quickly said, "A life for a life! You were the ones who killed, not me!"

"Fine, you're right, I agree with what you said, but you're an accomplice."

Mo Qiong: "Master, us?"

Xiong Bufan grabbed Zhao San and Mo Qiong and walked step by step toward the oasis.

Several more people came out and grabbed Xiong Bufan's legs, trying to drag him under the sand, but Xiong Bufan kicked them away a long way.

Zhao San grew increasingly desperate. If things continued like this, all the able-bodied men in the village would be beaten to death by this witch.

"I'll have someone give you silver, please let us go."

Xiong Bufan: "Too late. I'm not the kind of bear who gives up halfway." With that, he lashed Zhao San forward like a whip.

This is nobody's fault but his own; he should blame himself for not agreeing when Xiong Bufan was soft-hearted.