Savior, she got the villain script

Chapter 97 Childhood Life
The other party came with a threatening attitude, shouting at her and Yuan Heng to leave. It was not difficult to guess what they were going to do given the situation.

Jiang Yu's face turned cold. He moved to stand in front and made a gesture with his hands. The other party only saw a faint flash of silver light. A long sword was held in her white hand. The warning was self-evident.

The servants' expressions indeed changed immediately, and the arrogance on their faces mostly disappeared. The leader stared at her gloomily, but no longer shouted at them to leave.

There are many people in the world who have the ability to exchange items out of thin air. Any monk with storage space can do it. But the bad thing is that these people holding sticks are not monks at all and do not have any spiritual power.

Even the weakest cultivators are separated from ordinary people without superb martial arts by an insurmountable gap, and they do not have the ability to compete with her.

The leading servant cursed a few words in annoyance, spat on the ground, lowered his head and said something to the people around him, then backed away.

Jiang Yu had sharp ears and could hear them saying "there is still a chance anyway".

What chance was there? Jiang Yujian couldn't believe that the timid child standing next to Yuan Heng was actually the fearless Wei Xu.

She put away the Su Ning sword, walked over a few steps, and just as she bent down to reach out to comfort the frightened child, the child shrank back and actually dodged her hand.

Jiang Yu was slightly stunned, but she was not angry. She had seen many such plots in storybooks before. The reason why they avoided was not necessarily because they hated being touched by others, but mostly because of subconscious fear.

Jiang Yu felt a little uncomfortable in her heart for a moment. She smiled slightly, but before she could say anything, Xiao Wei Xu took another step back, putting some distance between him and her and Yuan Heng.

"You guys better leave now," he said, his voice still a little unsteady, "If they send more people, you won't be able to leave."

Jiang Yu was stunned again, looked down at Wei Xu's serious expression, and subconsciously forced a comforting smile: "It's okay."

"Don't worry." She grinned. Although she felt that Wei Xu was a little pitiful at the moment, she still couldn't help but touch his head at this opportunity and said shamelessly, "There is nothing I can't do and no one I can't do in this world."

Wei Xu looked at her blankly, then suddenly lowered his head, walked around them and ran out. Jiang Yu raised his head and looked at Yuan Heng with a confused look on his face: "Did I say something wrong?"

Yuan Heng didn't know where he put the sugar painting in his hand. Following Jiang Yu's words, he glanced at Wei Xu's leaving back and shook his head in confusion.

Jiang Yu pursed his lips helplessly and could only walk towards the alley entrance with Yuan Heng.

But God really favored her. Before she even stepped out of the alley, she heard the sounds of punching and kicking behind her.

When they left just now, there was clearly nothing behind them.

Jiang Yu turned around in shock, only to see a few people dressed as servants surrounding a man and beating and kicking him.

Jiang Yu looked at the familiar clothes and vaguely guessed something. He walked over quickly and called out Su Ning again. With a wave of his sword, he pushed away all the people who had taken action, and was able to see the true face of the person curled up on the ground.

It is indeed Wei Xu, Jiang Yu thought.

It seems that it was not she and Yuan Heng who did something, but Wei Xu who was in the illusion who did something.

He held his head with both hands, looking bigger than before. Perhaps he didn't feel the falling fists and feet. He raised his head slightly, moved his arms away, and looked around, as if he didn't see Jiang Yu's complicated expression.

He should have grown a year or two older, with many bruises on his face. His expression was no longer as timid as before, but it made Jiang Yu feel numb and choked.

The wide, ill-fitting sleeves slid down, and Jiang Yu lowered his eyes to see scars of varying sizes on his arms.

(End of this chapter)