How to capture the evil villain? I choose to be his mother!

Chapter 503 The Useless Female Supporting Character's Sword Master Mother (6 pages)
Gravel rolled down, and giant trees collapsed.

The water, carrying mud and sand, cascaded down.

Faced with the immense power of nature, individual abilities appear so insignificant.

Mingmiao was stunned and instinctively wanted to run away.

Thanks to Zhu Wen for pulling her back in time.

"Don't worry, we won't get here."

Her judgment was indeed correct.

The closer the turbid yellow water got, the gentler its impact became.

By the time they reached Zhu Wen and Ming Miao's feet, they had become docile sheep.

Mingmiao covered her mouth in surprise.

Zhu Wen turned his head and smiled at her:
"Look, I carefully selected this spot."

Mingmiao lowered her hand, revealing a tightly pursed but upturned mouth.

Her eyes sparkled, a hint of admiration flashing across them.

At this moment, Zhu Wen tore off a banana leaf to use as an umbrella and grabbed Mingmiao's wrist.

"Let's go."

"where to?"

While Mingmiao asked this question, she was actually following closely behind Zhu Wen.

She turned back again and again, wanting to see the things that had been submerged in the flood, things she had painstakingly collected.

Thinking of this, Mingmiao's lips drooped slightly, revealing a hint of inexplicable grievance.

……strangeness.

She used to be someone who often felt wronged.

Because everyone around her dotes on her, they are willing to bear her grievances.

Just like children cry because they know that their crying will get them indulged by adults.

Later, Mingmiao stopped feeling wronged, or rather, she dared not feel wronged anymore.

But why.

In front of this woman she had only known for a short time, did she regain her feelings of grievance?
Mingmiao was lost in her complicated thoughts and didn't even notice that Zhu Wen was talking to her.

"Huh? What?"

The truth is revealed only after the fact.

Zhu Wen sighed:

"We need to find a new place to stay, so I'm telling you to stay close to me, don't get distracted, and watch your step."

Mingmiao was momentarily dazed, as if she saw a familiar and gentle voice, also giving her these words of advice—

"Miaomiao, be careful not to fall."

'I'm not afraid of falling! My mom's got my back! She's the best!'

The naive and arrogant voice gradually faded into the distance.

Mingmiao, afraid that Zhu Wen would find her slow reaction annoying, quickly nodded:

"I will, I will."

She clenched her fists, as if she were about to go to war.

Zhu Wen found it funny:

"Actually, I just said it casually... Never mind, as long as you're happy."

As Zhu Wen spoke, he did not loosen his grip on Ming Miao's wrist the entire time.

They kept walking forward.

Halfway there, the banana leaf that Zhu Wen had casually picked was already tattered and torn.

The rain was so heavy, so intense, that it felt more like knives than rain.

Zhu Wen noticed that although her body was fragile, it had changed significantly after killing Lord Sun.

So the pain from the rain hitting my body wasn't too bad; I could bear it.

But Mingmiao beside him...

No, it seems like she hasn't heard Mingmiao's voice in a long time.

"Mingmiao? Mingmiao?"

"……what?"

Mingmiao slowly raised her head.

Her cheeks had inexplicably turned an unnatural red.

The experienced Zhu Wen immediately judged:
"You have a fever!"

Mingmiao then touched her burning hot cheek.

She panicked immediately, but forced herself to stay calm:

"I...I'm not sick! I just feel a little hot from walking! I'll be fine soon!"

She was afraid that Zhu Wen would abandon her.

Zhu Wen saw through it and said bluntly:
"Getting sick is something you can't control, but since I've taken you in, I won't abandon you."

Mingmiao was stunned for a long time. Zhu Wen turned around and half-squatted down:
"Come on, I'll carry you."

Mingmiao waved her hands repeatedly in refusal.

Zhu Wen's tone was resolute:

"do not waste time."

Mingmiao needs medicine and a comfortable resting environment.

This is clearly not a suitable option.

Therefore, she needs to speed things up.

Mingmiao didn't dare to delay and carefully climbed onto Zhu Wen's back.

"How am I? Am I heavy? Am I pressing down on you?"

Mingmiao was very cautious.

Zhu Wen said he was fine and walked steadily.

After a while, Mingmiao finally began to relax.

She glanced at Zhu Wen stealthily, then quietly rested her chin on her shoulder.

Seeing that Zhu Wen did not react, he assumed that she had not noticed and became even bolder, this time closing his eyes completely.

The air was filled with a sense of peace, and the rain hitting my body from above didn't hurt as much anymore.

Mingmiao closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

She was sleeping soundly.

So much so that they didn't even realize someone had jumped out and blocked their way.

Zhu Wen coldly looked at the three tall, strong male slaves in front of him.

They swallowed hard, clearly wary of Zhu Wen.

However, seeing that she was being dragged down by Mingmiao, and realizing that he himself was completely desperate, he resorted to threats:

"Hand over the food you just took!"

Zhu Wen chuckled.

After confirming that Mingmiao was not awake, she took the sword hanging at her waist and gripped it tightly.

The three male slaves opposite him stammered:

"You...you only have one hand, don't...don't be so arrogant!"

Zhu Wen remained silent, then raised his hand and brandished his sword.

The cold, sharp edge of the sword reflected her emotionless eyes.

Swish!
Three heads fell to the ground simultaneously.

Blood splattered.

A faint energy seeped into Zhu Wen's body.

She could feel that she had gained more power from this killing.

The situation is urgent.

Zhu Wen dispelled his initial kindness.

She turned to look at the vast rain curtain, and it seemed as if she could see countless fleeing slaves through the rain curtain.

"It seems... I can only apologize."

She smiled and leaped away.
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"Hahaha! As expected of the Hunter!"

"That sword strike was too decisive! Hey? Why do you look pale?"

"The slave I bought was killed. Damn, this woman is too strong!"

"Otherwise, how could one be qualified to be a hunter in the arena?"

"This mode is much more interesting than before!"

"That's right, I feel an even greater sense of urgency now!"

"The Qi family really has some skills! Hahaha!"

"..."

Qi Sheng, who was praised, said he was not happy.

He glanced irritably at the head steward beside him:
"What's going on? The 'natural disaster' has been launched, so why hasn't it harmed that woman at all?"

The head steward inwardly groaned:

"Young Master, this is probably... because the opponent is too strong."

Don't you see? Apart from that woman, which of the other slaves isn't struggling to survive?

Many people died without a sound, like weeds by the roadside.

Of course, these slaves were no different from weeds anyway.

Qi Sheng was so angry he laughed:

"So all I can do is watch her thrive, and I can't do anything about it, right?"

The head steward shrank back, not daring to speak.

Qi Sheng pressed his temples, looking at Ming Miao lying on the woman's back, feeling increasingly agitated.

"Is he really going to die this time...?"