Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

Faced with the three men's angry attack and Lin Xiuer's anxious attempt to rush forward, Ping An simply turned his head and smiled gently at her.

With a casual flick of his left toe, the jujube wood stick that Lai Qi had dropped on the ground rose into the air and landed steadily in his empty right hand.

The next moment, his figure blurred, and instead of retreating, he charged forward with incredible speed, nimbly cutting into their encirclement like a fish!

Jia Heiyu's black iron rod, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, smashed towards his skull! Liu Er's woodcutter's knife slashed diagonally at his neck! Zhao Si's spiked club went straight for his lower back!

Besieged on three sides, there is no way to avoid it!

Lin Xiuer instinctively closed her eyes, seemingly afraid to see him covered in blood.

But Ping An's speed and reaction were faster than those three thugs, faster than anything else.

His footwork was unpredictable and agile. In the blink of an eye, he slightly turned his body, and the black iron rod grazed his shoulder and missed. He raised his head and lowered his body, and the woodcutter's knife swept past him. With a twist of his waist, the spiked club pierced past his ribs!

The jujube wood stick in his hand seemed to come alive during this series of dodges!

The staff flashed, so fast it almost left afterimages. Lin Xiuer, disregarding her fear, stared in astonishment, her mouth agape in surprise, watching the man move freely between the knives and staff.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Three crisp, muffled thuds rang out almost simultaneously!

The jujube wood stick flew nimbly in Ping An's hands, and the first strike hit Jia Heiyu's forehead with a "duang".

The black turtle's vision went black from the blows, and it let out a painful roar, halting its attack.

"Bang! Bang!"

Immediately afterward, two more blows landed on the sides of Liu Er and Zhao Si's heads almost simultaneously. The two felt as if they had been hit on the head with an iron hammer, their ears were ringing, and half of their faces went numb instantly.

"Well done!" Someone in the crowd shouted in a very low voice, but was immediately covered by the person next to him. However, the eyes of those people were shining with excitement.

The three men staggered backward after being hit, and in their shock and anger, they pounced on the enemy even more frantically.

Ping An, however, moved with the ease of a stroll through the three men's flashing swords and clubs.

His stick fighting style was not fancy, but precise and ruthless.

"Bang!" A stick struck Liu Er's wrist, and the woodcutter's knife clattered to the ground.

"Bang!" Another stick pierced Zhao Si's ribs, and Zhao Si groaned and bent over.

"Bang! Bang bang bang!" The dense pounding sound was like the beating of drums. At first, Jia Heiyu and the other two could still curse and fight back, but later all that was left were shouts of pain and muffled groans.

They tried to block, but the jujube wood stick always found a tricky angle to slip in and hit them hard on the forehead, cheekbone, and chin.

Zhao Si, in particular, was carrying a short spiked club wrapped with iron nails, which he swung with considerable force.

But Ping An seemed to be taking special "care" of him. He feinted with his stick to deflect the spiked club, and then the next stick, as fast as lightning, curved and stabbed solidly into his mouth!

"puff!"

Zhao Si leaned back, spitting out a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with two white teeth!

He covered his mouth, which had instantly swelled into a sausage, and let out a painful "ooh-ooh" sound, his face covered with tears, snot, and blood.

The spiked club in his hand had long since disappeared, and he was jumping up and down in pain, looking both miserable and comical.

The melee did not last long.

Liu Er and Zhao Si were already bruised and swollen, with several front teeth knocked out, and their eyes swollen shut, barely able to stand. They had long since lost their fighting ability.

When Ping An's final blow struck Jia Heiyu's shinbone, the leader of the Black Fish Gang let out a bloodcurdling scream.

He knelt on one knee, and the black iron rod slipped from his hand with a clang, ending the battle.

Ping An stopped in his tracks, casually resting his jujube wood stick on the ground. His breathing was steady, and not a single strand of hair at his temples was out of place.

He looked around; the market was eerily quiet.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, their mouths agape and their eyes practically popping out.

Seven people were lying haphazardly on the ground.

Lai Qi clutched his back and groaned.

Monkey Three, who had finally recovered, was knocked unconscious again by Liu Er and Zhao Si who flew over, and continued to lie there with his eyes rolling back and his tongue sticking out.

Dog Five covered his face and wailed, "Disfigured!"

Ma Liu had a harpoon stuck in his thigh, and there was blood and urine stains on his body. He was unconscious, breathing weakly, and his life was uncertain.

Old Jia knelt on the ground, his entire head swollen with countless shiny black bumps the size of eggs. Especially his forehead, which was covered in bumps, made his head feel like it was filled with mush, and his eyes were unfocused.

Zhao Si's face was swollen like a pig's head, his front teeth were missing, and he could only whimper and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

The people looked at Ping An with boundless fear in their eyes, as if they had just realized who the real demon who had crawled out of hell was.

Ping An's gaze swept calmly over the seven people, finally landing on Lin Xiuer, who was still standing there dumbfounded, holding a wood-chopping knife with her mouth agape.

The intimidating coldness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a pale and weak expression.

Leaning on his jujube wood cane, he walked up to her, gently lifted her chin, and then took the wood-chopping knife from her hand—the one her knuckles had turned white from using too much force—and put it back on the chopping board.

Lin Xiuer stared at the man in front of her, her mind blank. Only the image of him, who had been so swift, thrilling, and ridiculously handsome, kept replaying in her mind.

Her eyes, her mind, all her senses were filled with the image of that person who moved freely among sticks, knives, and forks, taking down one person with a single, clean and efficient move.

My mind was filled with exclamations of wonder and the exploding stars.

The morning light fell on him, his indigo robes were spotless, and his profile was cold and perfect.

He turned around and walked towards her.

Good heavens! He's so handsome! And most importantly, he's smiling at her.

Ping An looked at her wide-open eyes, which were filled with shock and disbelief, and smiled slightly.

Then, as if he had exhausted himself, he covered the old wound on his chest with one hand and swayed towards Lin Xiuer.

"Cough cough, my wife, I... I think I've aggravated my injuries. Shall we go home?"

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Lin Xiuer's feverish head and wildly beating heart!

It instantly froze all the admiration, amazement, and butterflies in her stomach that filled her mind.

A cold yet clear thought suddenly struck her chaotic mind.

Holy crap! This man... could he not have actually lost his memory at all?! He was faking it all along?!

That skill! That quick thinking! That acting ability to seamlessly switch from being a punching bag to being a seriously injured person the moment he finished!

What ordinary person with amnesia could have such an ability?!

She stood frozen in place, her whole body cold, even her fingertips were chilled. Just then, Ping An, "out of strength," slumped towards her.

Lin Xiuer instinctively reached out to support him, touching his warm and firm arm, but she felt as if she had held onto a hot potato, a potato she couldn't let go of.

"Okay, let's go home," Lin Xiuer said dryly.