Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Before Uncle Ji's foul language could even reach the air, Da Hu's eyes turned red, and he drew his sword with a "whoosh."

He spurred his horse and charged towards Uncle Ji, yelling, "You son of a bitch, how dare you insult my lady!"

But before the blade could fall, Ji Bochang suddenly stepped out from among the five men, his steel whip lashing out from behind him, and he charged forward to meet the blade's gleam.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, Da Hu felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the knife in his hand was knocked away.

Before he could react, Ji Bochang's steel whip slashed diagonally, striking his chest with a "snap".

Da Hu was thrown backward from the horse and crashed to the ground with a thud. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, kicked his legs twice, and died on the spot.

The Su family guards were frantic, and two more riders charged out.

Ji Boqiang and Ji Boda each confronted one of them, and with a fierce crack of their steel whips, they knocked both men down in two blows, killing them instantly.

The guards were terrified, and none of them dared to step forward for a duel.

The butler in brocade robes was greatly alarmed:

"My Su family's guards are all first-rank experts, how could they be defeated in one move by Brother Ji?"

These five green-clad whips truly live up to their reputation!

"The eldest son, Su Muqing, entrusted his mistress to me. If anything happens to her here, I will be held responsible even if I die a thousand deaths!"

He immediately proclaimed in a loud voice: "Fellow heroes! I am Su Mubai, the second young master of the Su family, known in the martial world as the White-Clad Scholar Swordsman."

He is known for his four speeds: lightning in the sky, wind on the ground, Su Mubai's sword, and the mouths of the world.

My mistress is the elder sister of Murong Wei from the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect! I implore you all to show leniency for this reason!

Xie Xiaoyi's heart skipped a beat: "So it really is related to Murong Wei. Should I help them?"

But then I thought about it again. Just now, Su Dahu was being unreasonable. If it weren't for my high level of martial arts, I would have been dead long ago.

It seems that the Su family of Jiangnan are used to swaggering around and bullying others.

Thinking of this, Xie Xiaoyi's pity vanished instantly, and he couldn't be bothered to get involved in this mess.

But Uncle Ji, upon hearing the words of the brocade-robed steward, grinned maliciously and slammed his steel whip on the ground:

"Too late! Now that we've killed your men, Su Mubai and Murong Wei will surely come after us. Today, we might as well nip it in the bud and leave no one alive!"

Knowing there was no way things would end well today, the steward in brocade robes shouted sternly, "Get on board, shoulder to shoulder!"

The guards charged forward, swords drawn, and within a few exchanges, several were dead. Seeing his own guards struggling to hold out even a single blow, the steward's heart sank: "Driver! Quickly, take the mistress and escape!"

The coachman whipped the horse's rump, and before the carriage could even turn around and run, Ji Boqiang and Ji Boda had already gotten away and blocked the way.

The steward, his eyes blazing with fury, charged forward with his knife. Ji Boqiang met him with his whip, the steel whip clashing against the blade. The two fought for three or four rounds, neither gaining the upper hand.

Ji Boda chuckled from the side, "Your skills are passable, don't blame us brothers for teaming up!"

After saying this, they lashed out with their whips and attacked from above and below. The steward was caught off guard and, after only a few rounds, was struck in the chest by a whip and died on the spot.

Immediately afterward, with the crisp sound of ping-pong balls, the guards were all knocked down in an instant. Those who tried to escape were caught up by the Ji brothers and beaten to death with whips.

Uncle Ji spat and sneered, "A bunch of first-grade trash dares to challenge us peak third-grade warriors!"

After saying this, the five brothers surrounded the carriage, and the coachman was so frightened that he rolled off the carriage, knelt down, and begged for mercy.

Ji Boying lashed out with his whip, smashing his head open, and then ripped the carriage curtain apart with another lash—

Inside the curtain stood a stunningly beautiful young woman, tightly held in the arms of the old nanny.

The five men stared wide-eyed for a moment, and Uncle Ji grinned lewdly:

"This young lady is so beautiful! Let the five of us brothers take turns having our fun before we kill her, and that old bastard, we'll just whip him to death!"

"Big brother, I'll go first! I'm always the one washing the pots, so it's my turn to go first today, right?"

"Why should you go first, Fifth Brother? I've been holding back for half a month, and if you let me go first, it's because I'm the eldest brother!"

"Second Brother, stop talking nonsense! You beat me to it last time when I knocked out that heroine, now it's my turn!"

"There are too many wolves and not enough meat. If we don't get there first, you'll kill us. What's the point of us even playing?"

"Stop arguing! Either we do it together, or we draw lots!"

"Together my ass! How can the five of us go together?"

"Idiot, think about it carefully?"

"...Oh my god! Holy crap, you're really something, bro!"

Hearing the foul language, the old woman rushed to the carriage, knelt down, and kowtowed, pleading, "Hero, spare my life! Please spare my young lady!"

Ji Boying yanked her out of the car, pressed a steel whip against her forehead, and yelled at the people inside, "You little wench, what are you yelling for? If you want her to die a quick death, get out and take your clothes off yourself!"

The beautiful woman in the car was so frightened that she dared not move.

Ji Boying gripped the old woman's wrist tightly, and the old woman screamed in agony.

The young woman's heart tightened, and she cried out urgently, "My name is Murong Shishi!"

"Then get down and take off your clothes!"

Murong Shishi trembled with fear, pressing herself tightly against the car wall: "If you push me any further... I'll bite my tongue and kill myself!"

Ji Boying found it noisy, so he swung his steel whip and smashed the old woman's head with a "crack".

Ji Boda reached out and grabbed her hair bun, pulling her out of the car.

Murong Shishi staggered and tried to run, but after taking only two steps, Ji Boqiang grabbed her wrist and tore off most of her sleeve with a "rip".

She rushed to the left like a madwoman, but Ji Bochang blocked her with his arm, hooked her skirt with his fingertips and ripped it, the sound of the fabric tearing was ear-piercing.

She turned to run to the right, but Uncle Ji was already blocking her way. He grabbed her belt with one hand and yanked hard, causing her outer garment to slip off.

He retreated in a panic, but Ji Boqiang blocked his way with his body. His clothes were torn to shreds, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Murong Shishi's desperate cries pierced through the noise and reached Xie Xiaoyi's ears from afar.

Seeing her tear-streaked face, a sudden thought struck me—

The fragility and stubbornness in her eyes were seven or eight parts similar to Murong Wei when she was forced by him in the dilapidated temple.

Xie Xiaoyi frowned, inwardly thinking, "Fine, I'll play the good guy again!"

He suddenly used the "Swallow Turns Clouds" light footwork, his figure soaring through the air and instantly flying into the encirclement of the five people.

He once said that he could take off other people's clothes quickly, but he could take off his own even faster. At this moment, he ripped off his black coat.

The fabric unfolded and wrapped tightly around the shivering Murong Shishi, pulling her behind him to protect her.

Turning to look at the dumbfounded Ji brothers, Xie Xiaoyi's lips curled into a half-smile, and he spoke calmly:

"Five heroes, it's better to share joy than to enjoy it alone. I'd like to lend a hand. What do you all think?"

Uncle Ji was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and said in a deep voice, "Young man, your lightness skill is quite good. Who are you?"

Xie Xiaoyi slowly patted the dust off his trousers, his tone carrying a hint of nonchalance:

"My fellow Ji brothers, isn't it a coincidence? We're all family. My name is Ji Bomeng."

Ji Bomeng?

Murong Shishi, who was being protected behind Xie Xiaoyi, froze upon hearing this.

They thought they were being rescued by a chivalrous hero, but who would have thought that the people who suddenly appeared were actually their "family"?

In this light, haven't I just escaped one tiger's den only to fall into another?