Seeing the appearance of the two after taking off their masks, the eyes of the young lady in gorgeous clothes lit up instantly, flashing a look of amazement. She took out a handkerchief embroidered with flower fragrance from her sleeve, took small steps, and quickly walked up to the two of them, reaching out to wipe the sweat from their faces. She didn't look like a hostage at all; instead, she looked like she was treating her sweetheart.

  She kept her word. Holding the handkerchief in her left hand, she first gently wiped the sweat from Han Jiuqiu's face, her movements gentle and her eyes tender, as if she was wiping a rare treasure; then she turned around and wiped the sweat from Qiu Fuchun's face, equally gentle and tender. After wiping, she even turned back and wiped Han Jiuqiu's face again, busy and happy, with a bright smile on her face.

  Han Jiuqiu couldn't help it first. He suddenly reached out, snatched the handkerchief from the young lady's hand, raised his hand to wipe the remaining sweat from his face, his tone full of impatience: "No need for your fake kindness—we can wipe it ourselves."

  Qiu Fuchun also quickly took the handkerchief from Han Jiuqiu's hand, wiped the sweat from his face quickly, then threw the handkerchief back to the young lady, looking very uncomfortable—he had lived so long, and he had never been so close to a strange young lady. What's more, this young lady was the hostage they kidnapped, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.

  Looking at their flustered appearance, the young lady in gorgeous clothes couldn't help laughing loudly. Her laughter was clear and pleasant, echoing in the dim cave, instantly dispelling the oppressive atmosphere in the cave. But her laughter made Han Jiuqiu, who had just wiped his face clean, break out in a cold sweat again. Helpless, he had to pick up the handkerchief again and wipe the sweat from his face.

  Qiu Fuchun stood aside, covered in sweat, but couldn't say a word. He could only lower his head, not daring to look into the young lady's eyes—he was afraid that if he looked again, he would couldn't help losing his temper. But he also knew that they couldn't do anything to this young lady now. After all, they still needed to extort ransom from her.

  The two scrambled to wipe their sweat, and the young lady in gorgeous clothes watched even more happily. She covered her mouth and giggled, saying: "You two, stop snatching the handkerchief. I can give you another one. Why don't you stop snatching the handkerchief and snatch me instead? Come on, come on!"

  With that, she opened her arms and pounced on the two of them, looking enthusiastic and bold, without the slightest shyness. Han Jiuqiu and Qiu Fuchun were so scared that they quickly dodged, hiding around in the narrow cave, for fear of being touched by her.

  Although they were not saints and had desires, they were cultivators with strict precepts. They couldn't easily get involved in mortal affairs, let alone get too close to women. They were worried that if they were entangled by this young lady, they would accidentally ruin their reputation, deplete their essence, and destroy their cultivation. Then they would never be able to return to their master's sect in the Northern Dynasty, and never be able to complete the task assigned by their master.

  Neither Qiu Fuchun nor Han Jiuqiu was willing to ruin their lives because of a strange young lady.

  This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

  "We are here to kidnap and extort, not to fool around! Thieves have their own ways. Although we are kidnappers, we also have our own rules. Please cooperate, miss, and stop pestering us!" Qiu Fuchun took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, and said seriously, trying to reason with the young lady.

  Han Jiuqiu directly pulled out the long sword at his waist, the tip of the sword pointing directly at the young lady's chest, his eyes cold, his tone full of killing intent: "If you continue to act recklessly, don't blame us for being rude! I will cut off one of your arms now and send it to your mansion to extort ransom! When we get the ransom, we will kill you immediately, so that you don't get in the way here!"

  This was Han Jiuqiu's last trump card and his final warning. He knew that they couldn't delay any longer. If they were entangled by this young lady any longer, there might be more changes. At that time, they would not only get no ransom, but might also lose their own lives.

  Now, they seemed to have only two paths to take: either lock the young lady in the cave, send someone to guard her in turns, and then send someone to the lord's mansion to extort ransom; or directly kill the young lady, cut off her arm, send it to the lord's mansion, and take a chance to see if they could get the ransom.

  They were from the Northern Dynasty, especially from the court of the Northern Dynasty, and they were born with a trace of cruelty. They were never soft-hearted. They had their own inheritance and their own mission. There was no need to pretend to be gentlemen and ladies here, let alone show mercy to a kidnapped hostage.

  Han Jiuqiu's eyes became sharper and sharper, and the long sword in his hand was raised slightly, the tip pointing directly at the young lady's chest. The cold killing intent made people shudder.

  Although Qiu Fuchun couldn't bear to see bloodshed and didn't want to kill easily, he also knew that this might be the best way now. He could only helplessly close his eyes, not daring to look at the next scene.

  Han Jiuqiu took a deep breath, slightly exerted force on his wrist, and the tip of the sword gently stabbed at the young lady's clothes. He originally only wanted to scare her and make her behave, not really wanting to kill her—after all, killing her would greatly reduce the chance of them getting the ransom.

  After all, he was not a bloodthirsty person. He would not easily take a life unless it was absolutely necessary.

  Han Jiuqiu twisted his wrist slightly, and the tip of the sword slid gently along the young lady's clothes. With a "chi～la～" sound, the young lady's clothes were torn open a small opening, revealing her snow-white jade-like shoulder. There was also a small pink mole on her shoulder, looming, adding a bit of charm and coquetry. At a glance, it made people's hearts flutter.

  "Good things come in pairs. Since one side is torn open, why not the other side? That way, it's symmetrical." Qiu Fuchun opened his eyes at some point. He looked at the pink mole on the young lady's shoulder, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and followed Han Jiuqiu's example, gently slashing with the dagger in his hand, tearing open the young lady's clothes on the other side.

  But the young lady in gorgeous clothes showed no fear at all. Instead, she showed a cunning smile. She looked at Han Jiuqiu and Qiu Fuchun, and said softly: "I knew you couldn't bear to kill me."

  Her words carried a trace of provocation, but her body couldn't help moving closer to the tip of the sword, even faintly looking forward to them tearing open a little more clothes, allowing them to see more scenery.

  Looking at her appearance, Han Jiuqiu was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he had no choice but to squeeze out four words from between his teeth: "Miss, stop! Don't force me!"

  Qiu Fuchun also stopped his movements and secretly breathed a sigh of relief—he had just acted on impulse. If he really angered the young lady and she fought to the death, it would be of no benefit to them. After all, they kidnapped her just for money, and there was no need to really kill her.