17 A Stripping Strategy (1/2)

The wind blew from the woods, carrying the shadow of trees to sway together with that of the head behind the rock.

Meng Fuyao let go of her belt.

Her pants dropped immediately, but so did her robe, which helped to protect her modesty. Like a very flexible spring, she executed a backflip over the mountain rock. When she was about to land she jerked her feet, causing her pants to fall and cover one of the two heads behind the rock.

Caught off guard and blindsided, the victim anxiously tried to tear the thick cloth apart.

Before he could do so, however, Meng Fuyao had already appeared behind them. Under her oversized robe, she kicked both feet up and toward the other enemy's neck to wrap it before whipping her body around.

'Crack!' a hair-raising sound shot through the silence.

The man with a broken neck fell limp to the ground.

A threatening look flashed across her face. She felt no regret over her ruthless move, since she had spotted a net, dipped in poison, in their hands when she was flipping over them. The poison carried a pinkish hue, which she had learned about in former training. Her rich knowledge had allowed her to quickly recognize it as the Crisp Dispersal, something that had been circulated within the Five Region Continent and widely used by the nobles to loot or deal with women from respectable families.

This unspeakable thing had ruined the innocence of many young women and the happiness of people in general. Those with possession of this poison were devoid of conscience, so why would Meng Fuyao let them get away with it?

Having freed himself from her pants, seen how she had sneaked a fast and fierce attack with her pants, and his partner's brutal death the next moment, the enemy tossed it aside and fled. Before he could make much progress, a cold laugh sounded from behind.

”Wanna run after seeing my thighs?”

A black gust of wind rose from the ground as Meng Fuyao flung her whip, which reached around his throat in under a second. She pulled it back fast, attempting to drag him over. Unexpectedly, that man had some skills, which had earlier been impeded due to his loss of sight. He swung his hand, and a golden light rose into the sky and formed a dazzling arc that shot straight toward her chest. His ferocious counterattack forced Meng Fuyao to suck in her chest and retreat, while he used the chance to significantly increase their distance.

Just as he was about to escape, Meng Fuyao stomped her feet, getting ready to pounce on him. Suddenly, the man's feet twisted awkwardly, as if he had sprained it after landing wrongly on a stone. His body dropped a little before he collapsed to the group.

Gleeful, Meng Fuyao jumped onto his back and sat on it. ”D*mn, I told you, you can't run,” she crossed her feet and gloated.

She felt strange the moment she lifted a leg up, and it was only then that she remembered how exposed she really was. While her nether regions were covered by her robe, her eye-catching thighs were out in the open.

Because the night sky and black robe had enhanced the length, fairness, straightness, and fullness of her thighs, she resembled an exquisitely-carved, jade masterpiece that was at that moment reflecting the silverish splendor of the moon.

A subdued, low laugh came through the darkness.

Black-faced, Meng Fuyao urgently grabbed both sides of her robe to cover up her thighs. She was thankful that women in this time period did not follow men's custom of not wearing any underwear, and that she had on a pair of safety shorts on... 'Eh, did he see them?'

Raising her head to glare at the enemy, she interrogated, ”Why were you hiding behind the tree? A thief?”

The laugh gradually faded. A light outline emerged from behind the tree, and out walked a man in loose clothing and arms across his chest, leaning smilingly against the trunk.

On his shoulder stood a certain little fatty with fluttering white fur, leaning against his owner's cheek with his claws on his chest and legs slightly crossed.

”You've been taking quite some time so we'd thought that you might need toilet paper and have brought some here.” Yuan Zhaoxu laughed innocently, as if unaware of her humiliation.

Lord Yuan Bao immediately bowed and stooped down to grab a sheet of crumpled paper before lifting it respectfully above her head.

Meng Fuyao saw through his shaming act instantly. He was obviously mocking her.

The more she thought about it, the more hatred grew within her heart and the more power she channeled into her bum, causing the fellow beneath to wail in anguish. Meng Fuyao sealed his acupuncture point, flung her whip to gather her pants and looked them both straight in the eye.

They returned the gesture, gazing back at her while remaining still.

Meng Fuyao shot her eyes open even more, but the duo did not flinch.

She felt the hair over her body standing. After some time she swallowed a clump of saliva and broke the silence, ”Eh, can't you two turn around? I need to get dressed.”

”Nope.” Yuan Zhaoxu blinked.

”What!”

”Why can't I see if that guy can?”

As if realizing something she sprang up with her pants in one hand, her snow-white legs quickly getting shelter inside her loose robe. In a flash, she had jumped into her pants and wriggled her way into the cluster of trees.

At the same time, a white light flashed by as Lord Yuan Bao leaped from his owner's shoulder, so nimbly and lightly that no leaves rustled with his movement.

”Ahh!” An explosive scream pierced through the night.

A man in gray scuttled out from between the trees, covering his blood-soaked ear while frantically running and shaking about. On his ear was a white fur ball, firmly clinging and biting onto it despite his wild motions.

While trying to shrug Yuan Bao off, the man in grey shrieked, ”You piece of sh*t, dare touch your grandfather? Do you know who I am? With just my pinky finger I can...”