The Tianyuan Dynasty was located in Ningshui Town, Muyang City on the border.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west and the setting sun was still shining.

Behind the Zuoqiu family, a thin girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, in ragged clothes and with disheveled hair, was curled up on the ground and was being beaten by several teenagers and girls around her.

Not far away stood a young girl wearing a red outfit, her eyes full of contempt and disgust, instructing the people in front of her: "Beat me hard, even if you kill or maim me, I will be the one to blame!"

"Don't worry, Sister Xiaowen. If this ugly guy dares to go against Sister Xiaowen, he is just looking for death!" One of the young men smiled insincerely.

"Don't... don't hit me! I saw this herb first, and I want to give it to my brother..." The girl lying on the ground hugged her head and huddled up, whimpering in a low voice.

Even though he was feeling dizzy from pain, he still refused to let go of the elixir in his arms.

Seeing this, Zuo Qiuwen raised her eyebrows, pulled out the thick soft whip from her waist, and hit her with a "snap" sound.

"Trash, I'm asking you again, will you pay or not?"

The girl, who was called a waste, guarded the Sun Grass in her arms tightly and refused to hand it over no matter how others beat and scolded her.

Although her brain is not functioning properly and her consciousness is getting blurry, she still has a belief in her heart that she must keep this elixir. Her brother is still waiting for it to save her life.

When Zuo Qiuwen saw that she refused to obey, a flash of cruelty flashed in her eyes, and she whipped the soft whip in her hand one after another without any mercy.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the girl on the ground stopped still.

Several people watching nearby saw that the situation was not good and looked at each other.

One of them checked the girl's breathing and sat down on the ground in shock.

"Xiao...Sister Xiaowen, this ugly monster has lost his temper!"

"Dead? Bah, what a waste! If you die, you will die. What are you afraid of?"

Zuo Qiuwen snorted nonchalantly, put away the whip, and walked slowly towards the girl's body, intending to take out the Sun Grass from her arms.

But when she put her hand into the girl's arms, the girl suddenly opened her eyes.

The pupils hidden behind her long hair were so sharp and cold that she turned pale with fright, and she wanted to retract her hand as if on a reflexive basis.

But before she could make a move, her wrist was already pinched by the other party's hand.

"You...what are you going to do, you loser?" Zuo Qiuwen asked in fear.

"waste?"

The girl smiled crookedly and heard two soft "clucking" sounds, and Zuo Qiuwen's wrist bone was twisted.

Then he pulled out the soft whip from her waist, wrapped it around her neck, jumped over, and sat on her body, saying: "If I am a waste, then who are you? Huh?"

For a moment, there was silence all around.

Especially the few people who had just taken action looked at the girl like they were looking at evil spirits crawling out of hell.

Someone shouted, "The ugly guy is possessed by a ghost." Several boys and girls woke up and ran down the mountain.

"You bastards, come back to me!" Zuo Qiuwen's face turned pale with pain, and she couldn't help but feel fear in her heart.

She wanted to beg Zuo Qiuxuan to let her go, but as the whip became tighter and tighter, her words became intermittent: "Zuo Qiuxuan, you... please let her go..."

"What did you say? I can't hear you clearly!" Zuo Qiuxuan approached her ear and asked, "Do you want me to let you go?"

Zuo Qiuwen nodded with difficulty upon hearing this, thinking that this loser really didn't dare to kill her.

But before he could feel proud, he felt a powerful murderous aura coming over him, and his mind went blank.

She never expected that the loser who had always been bullied would actually dare to take action.

She completely forgot that Zuo Qiuxuan could not practice cultivation at all, but she herself had the cultivation level of a second-level profound practitioner.

But she had no chance to think anymore. With a "click", her head tilted to one side and she fell to the ground silently.
Chapter completed!