The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space
Chapter 1267: Chicken Blood (3)

Chapter 1267: Chapter 1267: Chicken Blood (3)

These fishing nets were clearly made of special materials; ordinary weapons could not cut through them, and furthermore, the nets were barbed. Once ensnared, the more one struggled, the more grievous the injuries would become.

"Don’t move, I’ll find a way to rescue you," Yang Ruxin whispered in Gu Qingheng’s ear before slipping into the space.

Gu Qingheng’s eyes flickered and the corner of his mouth curved slightly.

Though the rest of the group found it odd that the young miss had suddenly disappeared, not a single one of them voiced their confusion.

Seeing that several people had surrendered without a fight, the red-clad man approached, "Wouldn’t it have been easier to just comply from the start?" Then, his gaze landed on Gu Qingheng’s face. At that moment, he became somewhat entranced. He had seen his fair share of beautiful women and handsome men, including a devilishly attractive man who had been captured during the Embroidered Ball event, which made one inherently cautious. But unlike that man, the beauty before him was so alluring that one couldn’t help wanting to touch and cherish it.

Yes, although they were both men, he found himself surprisingly captivated. Even though the other’s expression was as cold as ice, he felt a tickling sensation, like a feather brushing across his heart, making him uncomfortably itchy...

Yang Ruxin sat in the space, watching that red-clad devil fixate on her man, and immediately felt a wave of disgust. Damn it, he dared to covet her Ruxin’s man? She turned her head and glanced at the pile of game stored next to her, reached out to grab a wild chicken, and with a dagger, swiftly chopped off its neck. She collected a bowlful of blood and, with a thought, splashed it toward the red-clad man.

The red-clad man, pondering how to taste Gu Qingheng, was suddenly overwhelmed by the stench of blood. Before he could dodge, he felt a warmth on his face and head... Touching it, he instantly recognized it was chicken blood.

Yang Ruxin chuckled. You like red, huh? She’d give him more red, from head to toe.

Everyone around was stunned because they couldn’t understand where this warm blood had come from; it was as if it had appeared out of thin air.

However, after a brief moment of shock, Gu Qingheng suddenly laughed. Even though he could not see Yang Ruxin, he knew that his Xinxin must be watching him from somewhere, and she had probably acted that way because she found the man’s gaze disgusting... He had been disgusted as well, so this lesson was quite appropriate. Also, the feeling of being protected by his little wife was even better.

"Baka!" The red-clad man instantly flew into a rage, shouting at those surrounding him, gone was the elegant poser from moments ago.

Yang Ruxin took a carrot and bit into it twice. Baka? Soon you’ll be dead, darn dead, she thought, feeling a bit regretful that she hadn’t learned Archery. There were no darts or crossbows in the space, and while she had a dagger, there was a risk involved—if she didn’t hit the target with one strike and provoked the man further, it could spell trouble. So, she was still uncertain about being able to take down the red-clad man, deciding it was better to adapt as things unfolded.

But once she got back, she’d have to practice Archery and prepare some weapons.

"Little Quan Jie," the Saintess, having witnessed it all but also clueless as to what had happened, could only try to calm the red-clad man for the time being, "Keep your composure, where’s the one who’s short?" She had a feeling that all this was somehow related to that short person who had suddenly vanished.