"Let go of Fei Xue, you bunch of beasts..."
The piercing scream was accompanied by a heavy crash coming from outside the door.
Xiao Yi's face slightly changed: "Miss Fei Xue is in trouble?"
With this thought.
He slapped the bed board vigorously and dashed out the door.
In the simple courtyard.
Teng Feixue was tightly bound by a burly man with a face full of flesh. Around the man, tens of people in clothes similar to Teng Feixue's were lying scattered on the ground.
A young man in black armor stood arrogantly among the crowd, wielding a sword in one hand, and scanned the people with a cold, contemptuous smile: "A bunch of ragtag individuals dare to stop me? This young master taking a fancy to Teng Feixue is her fortune for generations, and you punks still dare to block my way? Truly ignorant of your own deaths..."
"Qingshan Yilong, our Teng Family Village has always kept well away from your Qingshan Clan, you coming here to snatch our women is simply outrageous!"
