Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

As soon as Xie Xiaoyi spoke, the Ji brothers looked at each other in bewilderment, their eyes filled with confusion and doubt.

We looked at each other, and the same thought was hidden in our eyes:

"Could it be that Dad secretly had an affair back then and fathered a child with someone else behind Mom's back? Otherwise, how could Ji Bomeng suddenly appear out of nowhere?"

Ji Boqiang scratched the back of his head and muttered to himself, while Ji Boda frowned and stole glances at Xie Xiaoyi. Ji Bochang and Ji Boying also whispered to each other, all of them bewildered.

Uncle Ji suppressed his doubts, took a half step forward with his steel whip, stared at Xie Xiaoyi, and coldly shouted:

"Kid, whoever you are, Ji Bomeng, just tell me, what do you want?"

Xie Xiaoyi raised an eyebrow and curled his lips, his tone flippant and playful: "I want to do it."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Ji was stunned for a moment before realizing what he meant: "That's not what I'm asking! I'm asking what you want to do?"

Xie Xiaoyi chuckled, glanced at Murong Shishi who was being protected behind him, and said bluntly:

"Simple. I think she's pretty. Either you give her to me, or we can all have some fun together. Which one?"

"Bullshit!" Ji Boqiang immediately exploded. "Give it to you? Who do you think you are!"

Ji Boda echoed this sentiment, while Ji Bochang and Ji Boying were even more eager, holding steel whips in their hands, clearly unwilling to give in.

Seeing this, Xie Xiaoyi's smile faded, and he flexed his wrists.

"Looks like you're not going to give in. Fine, that's simple. Let's see who has the stronger fist. Whoever wins gets the young woman. How about it?"

Murong Shishi felt a chill run down her spine. She realized that although this "Ji Bomeng" was handsome, he was no different from those five thugs.

The so-called "might makes right" is just another way of treating her as prey.

In despair, she dared not linger any longer. Taking advantage of a lull in the confrontation, she suddenly turned and rushed out of the mountain path.

As her skirt fluttered, a section of the black coat she wore slipped down, revealing a beautiful, fair back.

Big-breasted, brainless idiot!

I'm really scared!

Xie Xiaoyi frowned, his left hand suddenly formed a hook with his five fingers, and he gathered energy in his palm, unleashing a move called "Azure Dragon Absorbing Water"!

An invisible suction force suddenly erupted, and Murong Shishi, who was running away, felt a huge force pulling her back. She was sent flying backward and landed steadily in Xie Xiaoyi's arms.

This sudden move caused the five Ji brothers' pupils to shrink and they all gasped in shock.

All five brothers were at the third rank of cultivation. They were just rather rough, but not stupid.

They know best how difficult it is to attract people from a distance. To be able to attract people from mid-air and control them at will, one's cultivation level must be at least eighth grade or higher. Even if all of us combined, we still couldn't beat him!

Ji Boqiang's face turned deathly pale instantly, his previous arrogance vanished completely, and he subconsciously shrank back behind Uncle Ji.

Having spent so many years in the underworld, I understand the principle of "a wise man submits to circumstances." What is the concept of an eighth-rank master?

One finger could crush this group of peak third-rank cultivators. They even tried to steal a woman from someone just now. It's like the God of Longevity hanging himself—they have a death wish!

Uncle Ji gave an awkward smile: "Oh dear! It's Brother Meng! It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

As he spoke, he gave the other four people a subtle wink.

"Since Brother Ji Bomeng has taken a liking to this young lady, then she should naturally be yours! We brothers shouldn't get involved."

Upon hearing this, Ji Boqiang and the others immediately understood, put away their steel whips, and forced stiff smiles.

"Yes, yes, yes! Brother Ji Bomeng has good taste, this woman is yours!"

"We have other matters to attend to, so we won't disturb your enjoyment any longer. We'll be leaving now!"

Having said that, Uncle Ji led the way, and the five of them turned and ran like rabbits towards the other end of the mountain path.

He staggered but dared not stop for even a moment, for fear that if he was even half a beat too slow, Xie Xiaoyi would kill him.

Watching the five people scramble and crawl into the dense forest, Xie Xiaoyi's lips curled slightly, showing no intention of pursuing them.

Although the Ji brothers were arrogant and unruly, their bewildered reaction to being recognized as relatives and their immediate cowardice and escape revealed a certain naivety and cuteness, even their names sounded interesting.

He wasn't exactly a righteous person to begin with, and his intervention to protect Murong Shishi was merely a moment of weakness. Since those people had the sense to leave, there was no need to kill them.

Seeing the thugs completely disappear into the distance, Murong Shishi, nestled in her arms, grew even more agitated—

This guy in front of me could scare away Brother Ji, and just now he was spouting filthy words and wanting to have fun with me. Now, am I doomed?

She clenched her fists tightly and pounded on Xie Xiaoyi's chest with all her might, the force not great but with a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve:

"Let me go! Let me go now! Even if I die, I will never let you defile my body!"

Xie Xiaoyi felt the gentle pounding of the person in his arms, his gaze falling on her furrowed brows and stubborn eyes.

That stubbornness, both fearful and resilient, was remarkably similar to Murong Wei's.

He loosened his grip slightly, but not completely, his tone tinged with inquiry: "Hey, what's your relationship with Murong Wei?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Shishi struggled even more fiercely, pushing against his chest with both hands, her voice urgent and angry:

"Weiwei is my younger sister! She is a disciple of the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect, and her swordsmanship is superb!"

If you dare to do anything improper to me, my sister will surely stab you to death with her sword.

Xie Xiaoyi's arm slumped slightly as she pushed him, and his palm inadvertently touched the skin of her back that had been exposed as she struggled to break free.

When my palm touched that smooth and delicate surface, I unconsciously slid it gently twice.

He thought to himself:

"Wow, Su Mubai's sister-in-law has such good skin, she takes such good care of herself. Rich women are really different."

My thoughts had just drifted away when a sharp "smack" sounded on my cheek—

Murong Shishi was both ashamed and angry when she saw that he dared to make a fuss about her. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

But how could she, a frail woman, withstand the protective aura unconsciously emanating from Xie Xiaoyi?

The moment the slap landed, the impact sent numbness through my wrist and made my eyes red with pain.

Xie Xiaoyi was stunned by the sudden slap. When she came to her senses, she felt her face burning. Her previous romantic thoughts were instantly washed away by anger.

He wasn't exactly known for his good temper, and he was caught off guard by the blow while he was distracted. He was so enraged that he slapped back.

Although the slap wasn't forceful, it contained a hint of anger, and Murong Shishi couldn't withstand it.

With a muffled "thud," she was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the gravel of the mountain path.

She hit her forehead and drew blood, then fainted on the spot. Her skirt was disheveled, and her exposed skin was covered in dust, making her look utterly wretched.

"Damn it, I kindly saved you, and you dare to hit me? You're really asking for it..."

......

Murong Shishi opened her eyes and found herself lying on a flat stone surface in a mountain hollow.

He was still wrapped in that black coat with the inscription "Ji Bo Meng" on it, and the campfire crackled and burned beside him, its warmth enveloping him in layers.

It was completely dark outside. She was about to move when she was suddenly shocked to realize that beneath her black clothes, her upper body was completely naked. Her heart pounded with dread.

"Could it be that he...?"