The strong man rushed into the encirclement on horseback and grinned: "You are still a wild bitch with such a fierce personality! Brothers, if you don't mind, let me have a taste of it first, boss!"
"I said, little lady, why are you running away with your child? Obey me obediently, and I guarantee that you will be in high spirits for a while!" The strong man shamelessly spoke obscene words, provoking those who surrounded Feng Ji'er.
The gang laughed
But they were smiling and laughing, and suddenly someone fell straight from his horse into the dirt. He only had time to howl in pain before he vomited blood and died!
Feng Ji'er was stunned. She seemed to have only targeted the strong man in the lead. Why did the others... fall down before she even made a move?
Looking down at Wu Huan, he saw two small flames flashing in his eyes, filled with murderous intent.
Feng Jier took his hand and found several embroidery needles
Immediately slap his hand away
"Feng Wuhuan! Mom is warning you, if you use a needle secretly again, your hand will be chopped off!" This kind of embroidery needle, stained with dove feather powder, looks inconspicuous, but it is actually the most deadly murder weapon.
During these years of living in the mountains, Feng Jier developed a lot of poisonous hidden weapons, which were reserved for the mother and son for self-defense.
Wu Huan is only four years old. If he does something wrong, if the embroidery needle scratches his skin, he will be poisoned.
When she was developing these poisons, she didn't know how to prepare the antidote!
So when I saw Wu Huan stealing her embroidery needle, I was really angry!
Wu Huan immediately put on a flattering expression, pointed at the leading strong man and said, "Mom, how many needles did you shoot into him?"
Feng Ji'er took a look and saw that more than a dozen people had fallen around. The leading strong man looked in pain, but he covered his chest and sat stiffly on the horse, his eyes full of anger!
"One!" Feng Jier replied to her son's words.
"Oh, I knew my mother only had one shot. I also shot one on him. Why didn't he fall down?"
When the remaining people saw that the situation was not right, the mother and son actually knew how to use hidden weapons. They did not dare to look down upon her anymore and immediately screamed and rushed towards Feng Ji'er to kill her.
Feng Ji'er took out a packet of medicinal powder. It was nux vomica picked from the mountains. After the fruit matured, it was ground into powder. When people inhale it into the lungs, they will have symptoms of poisoning, including dizziness and difficulty breathing. In severe cases, it can cause
death by suffocation
Facing a group of ferocious spirits, Feng Jier no longer hesitated, rode her horse to the upwind, and sprinkled powder into the air. The people who were chasing her all choked on the powder and coughed wildly.
Someone fell off his horse and covered his throat, and for a moment there was a howl of ghosts and wolves...
At this time, the leader shouted from behind the crowd: "Let's go! My life is at stake! Damn it, meeting this bitch is really evil!"
The group of people looked at Feng Ji'er as if they had seen the god of plague, grabbed the reins of their horses, turned around, and fled to the north.
"Mom, how come the leader didn't die even though he was hit by a needle?"
Feng Ji'er narrowed her eyes and looked at the pair of horses going away, "Maybe they are too strong. Two needles are not enough, but they can only last for a quarter of an hour at most. They will definitely die!"
"Well, that's pretty much it. Anyone who has evil intentions towards mother is a bad person and deserves to die!" Wu Huan said very seriously, with a pair of dark eyes shining faintly under the cover of clothes and hats.
Feng Ji'er suddenly fell silent. She looked at her son and felt that the shadow of that person on his body was too strong. He was only four years old, an innocent and romantic age, but his character had always been...