Chu Ling raised his eyebrows slightly and felt a little curious. There were even people from Shangjing so close to him, and there were even people from the tribe who called for help? Did he encounter some beast? After thinking for a while, Chu Ling decided to quietly go over and take a look.

Following the increasingly urgent cry for help, Chu Ling finally found a carriage that was overturned beside a small path. The horse pulling the carriage had gone nowhere, and there were two dead men of the tribe next to the carriage. The sound of crying for help came from the small hill next to it, the voice of a girl.

Chu Ling rushed to the foot of the mountain, and as soon as he saw a man of the tribe lying across the ground and being killed by a knife. Although the man was dead, his eyes were still open and his eyes were as if he was dying. Not far beside him was a woman in her Central Plains in her thirties. She was covered in messy clothes and was covered with scars. A knife was inserted into her abdomen. Blood kept flowing out almost dyeing the land under her body red.

She stared at her eyes tightly, and kept cursing something. But she was too injured and her voice was so weak that even Chu Ling at the intersection could not hear clearly.

In the deepest part of the ravine, two men were pressing against a girl of the gentry. The cry for help that Chu Ling had just heard was what she called out. But at this time she was powerless to call for help, so she could only struggle hard, and was quickly slapped and fell to the ground.

There were a few men laughing loudly around him, as if he thought the girl was struggling very interesting.

Chu Ling's originally cold eyes immediately dyed a few bloody colors.

As a woman, Chu Ling is particularly intolerant of forcing women. Whether it is the Clans who forced the Clans or the Clans who forced the Clans. As Chu Ling, who survived by Chu Qingyi, she clearly remembered the experience of her sister and every once pampered woman in Huanyi Garden. If it weren't for Chu Qingyi's young, if Chu Fuyi had not been favored by Tuoba Yin, Chu Qingyi's experience would not be much better than them.

"If the bitch born to the barbarians and the barbarians of the clan were not pretty, they would have been killed like your devil's father!" said one person proudly.

The girl seemed to be able to understand Zhongyuan's words, and immediately screamed as if she was stimulated. She pulled out the dagger from one of the men's waist and stabbed it.

The man dodged almost immediately avoided it, but he was still scratched. He immediately slapped in the face with a furious slap, "Bitch!"

Whoosh!

A cold light shot towards the man's arm with force. The man felt his arm hurt and his hand immediately dropped, "Who is it?!"

Chu Ling had already flashed to the dying Apocalypse woman. She squatted down and checked her injuries. Chu Ling's eyes were slightly dark. The woman was injured too seriously. Now she could not save her without medicine.

The woman seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and grabbed her arm tightly, "Save...Save Duoer, please..."

Chu Ling patted the woman's hand without saying anything. The men laughed when they saw Chu Ling, "Just just killed a few barbarians of the clan, and another little devil came, who was still a bastard of the clan and the Central Plains life!"

Chu Ling stood up and frowned slightly. Her appearance had been slightly changed, but it could not be changed. It still looks like there are more people in the Central Plains, so it is no wonder these people think she is a mixed race between people in the Central Plains and people in the B.

Chu Ling frowned and said, "Who are you?"

The man in the lead laughed and said, "Little kid, what's the use of you know? You're going to die anyway."

Chu Ling said lightly: "Don't understand."

The man was stunned and quickly laughed: "This is a good thing. Since that's the case, let you understand that we are the Seven Tigers in the North of the North, and we are the heroes of you, the barbarians of the clan!"

Chu Ling glanced at the two people lying on the ground and said lightly: "Specially killing the people of the Clan? It may not be."

The man snorted coldly and said, "The women who follow the barbarians of the Baccarat are all bitches, so they deserve to die! And you, little devil, are going to die here too!"

Chu Ling sneered, "Seven Tigers in the North? Are you burning, killing, looting, and doing evil horse thieves outside the Pass? You have killed many people from the Clan, but you seem to have killed a lot of people from the Central Plains. But I am a little curious. You dare to come to Beijing, but you are quite brave."

Hearing this, several men looked at each other and looked at Chu Ling with even more vicious eyes, "Who are you?!"

The woman in the Central Plains on the ground suddenly hissed: "They followed us into the pass all the way. Young Master... Please save Duoer, I will give you the Liuyue Sword!"

"Bitch! The Liuyue Knife is indeed in your hands?!" the man said sternly.

Chu Ling didn't know what Liuyue Dao was, but it was mostly a good thing. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and the woman had already grabbed her clothes and said tragically: "Young Master, please... we have never harmed anyone. We have done business in a dedicated manner, and have never harmed anyone... Duoer is innocent..."

Chu Ling lowered her head and met the woman's gaze. She knew that this woman had probably seen through her identity, so she repeatedly explained that they had never harmed others. What a smart woman, it was a pity.

Chu Ling sighed, looked at several people and asked, "You go by yourself, or should I ask you to leave?"

The men obviously did not take Chu Ling seriously, and sneered and waved his hand and rushed forward. Chu Ling immediately took two steps back, raised her foot and lifted her waist knife that landed on the ground and swung her over. The next moment, the secluded valley became lively again. Although Chu Ling was not as good as using a dagger with this slightly bent waist knife, it was not good for her to face the siege of several adult men, which was too short for her.

The waist knife was shining with a fierce and murderous aura in her hand. It looked like a member of the tribe who was born to make this waist knife.

Chu Ling felt a little strange. She had just come to this world and killed all the people of the Clan. Now after going around, she turned around and killed the Clans to protect the Clans. Oh, no, the seven tigers outside the border are not all the Central Plains people, only three are Central Plains people, and the remaining four are aliens outside the pass.

Turning around, he slashed a person's waist and abdomen. Chu Ling did not turn around, and she didn't care about the blood staining her clothes. The next knife rose into the air and cut one of them on the neck. Although the seven tigers outside the frontier were famous, their martial arts were not very good. It was just that the seven of them never separated and their methods were vicious, which made many businessmen who were responsible for business. There were really powerful merchants like Lingxiao Business Store and they would not provoke them at all.

Seeing that the boy was so powerful, several people were a little panicked. One of the small Central Plains people rushed to the girl named Duoer and grabbed her from the ground. It was too late when he pressed down the girl's resistance and put the knife on her neck. Only Chu Ling could see the knife expressionlessly pulling it out of the abdomen of his last alive brother.

"You... don't come over! I'll kill her..."

Chu Ling sneered, raised his hand and shot him directly at him. The man opened his eyes wide and looked down at the dagger inserted into his neck and fell to the ground, "I just said, let you die clearly."
Chapter completed!