Pastoral female gangster: grab a village owner to be her husband

Just when he was helpless and worried, a white tiger roared suddenly from the edge of the cliff not far away.

Meng Sha's eyes lit up, and he quickly ran towards the edge of the cliff.

"Father..."

Just as Lu Mumu climbed up to the edge of the cliff with Huang Shuye's last strength, Meng Sha ran out in the forest not far away, dressed in ragged clothes and in a mess, holding a blood sword in his hand.

Lu Mumu stood up and looked at Huang Shuye who was lying on the ground, her eyes flickered, she wanted to take the opportunity to kill him.

But seeing the blood on the palms of his hands and the red welt on his wrist, Lu Mumu's heart that had been cold for more than ten years suddenly softened.

She bent down and reached out to untie the wrapped whip from his hand, but Meng Sha who was not far away thought that the man in black was about to attack Huang Shuye.

He felt anxious, and suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

Accompanied by his exclamation, he quickly jumped in front of Huang Shuye and blocked Lu Mumu with his sword.

Even though his clothes were ragged and he seemed to have no strength, Meng Sha still stood straight in front of Lu Mumu.

"Meng Sha!"

Huang Shuye frowned, looked up at him, but saw that he was covered in rags, looked at the bloodstains faintly oozing from his body, these bloodstains were not from the enemy, but from himself, because he was covered with wounds all over, those big and small Blood was still gradually oozing from the sword wound.

Seeing Meng Sha, Lu Mumu was not surprised, because her arrangement at the beginning was to let her two subordinates deal with Meng Sha, so...his existence did not surprise her.

But what surprised her was that this seemingly inconspicuous little follower in the Tushan village was good at killing her two useless subordinates.

"You appear here, then... the flame stabbing soul should be dead, right?"

A cold voice came from Lu Mumu's mouth, Meng Sha frowned slightly: "What do you want?"

Lu Mumu frowned and glanced sideways at Huang Shuye who was behind Mengsha, seeing that the poison on his body had begun to spread all over his body, his face turned white and purple, she became slightly anxious, and reached out her hand to take out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom: "I don't want to do anything? I want to get back my whip and give your master the antidote!"

Meng Sha looked at her outstretched hand warily. Although it held a porcelain bottle, who knew if this was a trick of the female killer in front of her?

Just when Meng Sha wondered whether he should accept the antidote, suddenly the figure of the white tiger flashed in the corner of his eyes, and saw a familiar bamboo tube in the white tiger's mouth, he was delighted: "We don't need your antidote..."

"Meng Sha!"

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly Huang Shuye behind him let out a low cry, and Meng Sha turned his head: "Master!"

"Bring over the antidote!"

Huang Shuye's face was purple, and he stretched out his hand to pull out the whip on his wrist, because those hidden silver needles pierced deeply into his flesh and blood.

"Master, we don't at all..." Meng Sha wanted to say that we have a magical potion, and we don't need this woman's antidote at all, and besides, maybe it's not an antidote but a deadly poison?

However, seeing Huang Shuye's cold eyes made Meng Sha's heart tremble, and he reached out helplessly to take the antidote from Lu Mumu's hand.

"Bring it here!" Huang Shuye stretched out his hand with difficulty.

Meng Sha looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand, hesitating whether to throw it directly down the cliff.