Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore Chapter 575: The Thieves 2 - A journey to the Northwest Dese

Lin Yipeng was still chatting with Qu Qiuyan.

"So? Aren't they pretty good together?"

"Yeah, young people, they're all quite interesting."

Qu Qiuyan held the hot water cup and blew on it, a smile in her eyes. "Spend more ti with them. Don't listen to your dad. He's always hanging out with those old fogies. They're out of touch with the tis."

Lin Yipeng gave a helpless, bitter smile: "Mom, you should tell Dad this. There's nothing I can do about it."

Just then, they heard a noise from the other side, and the two of them turned around at the sa ti.

What are those two doing?

"I don't know, has sothing happened?"

"Is Teacher Pu injured?"

"Then go take a look quickly—"

Before the crew mbers could misunderstand, Pu Rong struggled to get up on his own.

This is a matter of dignity; he must hold on!

"Teacher Pu is fine, he's fine, you don't need to worry, it was just a joke."

When Xiao He saw that the staff were actually about to run over to check the situation, he imdiately raised his voice to help explain, while waving his hand to indicate that they didn't need to co over.

Pu Rong, seeing that the culprit was even defending him, almost ground his teeth to powder: "Xiao He, co on, let's have a go."

Xiao He lifted the reins, turned the cal around, and said innocently, "Brother Pu, you have to be honest. I didn't do anything to you. If you have a grudge, don't co after . Go find the cal."

With that, Xiao He laughed heartily and rode away slowly on his cal.

Pu Rong clenched his fists: "...Fine, fine, if you play like this, Xiao He, you're dead!"

He then glanced at his cal with slight disdain, and warned fiercely, "Even though Master Yang said you don't bite, you're not allowed to lick people! Don't lick my freshly done haircut, or I'll definitely eat cal at when I get back."

The cal glanced at Pu Rong sideways, seemingly lost in thought, then snorted and began chewing again.

Pu Rong:...yue!

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The next scene happens to be a fight scene between Xiao He and Pu Rong.

So, harboring this grudge, Pu Rong reached out to Xiao He before filming, made a gesture around his neck, and revealed a fierce expression.

Xiao He had already sensed his murderous intent, but he remained calm and composed, simply drawing the boning knife from his waist and beginning to carefully examine the blade.

Pu Rong:...Very good, I'm going to get serious in a bit!

Xiao He: Hehe.

"Everyone, get ready—"

Lin Yipeng stood in the tent with a gaphone in hand, hands on hips, staring at the monitor in front of him.

"Three, two, one—"

"Waaaaah—"

The giant blower next to it imdiately started working.

The once peaceful sandy land was instantly swept up by a strong wind, creating a sky full of golden sand.

Everyone walking in the cal caravan instinctively raised their arms to shield themselves from the obstructing flying sand with their cloaks.

"It's a small sandstorm! Everyone take cover!"

"Protect the supplies!"

The caravan leader shouted a warning to those behind him, his voice carrying back one by one, while the others hidden within the caravan began their own subtle movents—

Jiang Rushuai was wearing a black cloak and a scarf to protect his face from the sand. He was clutching the corner of the cloak to shield himself from the sandstorm as he struggled forward against the strong wind.

In his field of vision, there was a lone cal at the very front, spinning around in place amidst the chaotic sandstorm.

A man dressed in black, completely covered up and whose figure was not visible, sat on the cal. Due to the sudden sandstorm, he was obviously at a loss for a mont, so he crouched down on the cal, seemingly preparing to seek shelter again depending on the situation.

This man was very mysterious in the caravan. Although he traveled west with the caravan the whole ti, he never showed his face. Almost no one in the caravan knew him or spoke to him. He seed to be just a lone traveler who followed the caravan into the border region.

However, many details of his daily life suggest that he is not a lone traveler who spends most of his ti in the martial arts world, and his deanor is ordinary, as if he were just an ordinary person without any martial arts skills.

Jiang Rushuai, who had been lurking in the caravan for a long ti, felt suspicious and doubtful. So he wanted to take advantage of the chaos of the sandstorm and risk his life to investigate the other party's identity.

Just as Jiang Rushuai reached the cal and was about to reach out to pull the person on it, a pair of cold, sharp lights pierced through the yellow sand in the dim storm, whipping around with a swirling gust of wind, and lunged at his outstretched hand—

A flash of surprise crossed Jiang Rushuai's eyes, but he imdiately and nimbly dodged the dangerous glint of light. At the sa ti, he drew the sharp sword hidden under his cloak and turned to block the opponent's next attack.

The next mont, Jiang Rushuai seed to sense sothing and suddenly leaned back, barely dodging the boning knife that grazed his neck.

"It's ! Cough cough, ptooey! Ptooey!"

In fact, the mont the swords clashed, Jiang Rushuai recognized the opponent's familiar style. However, just as he was about to speak to acknowledge him, he was filled with a mouthful of yellow sand, so of which even went directly into his throat, making him cough violently from discomfort.

His being engulfed in the sandstorm did not seem to stop the opponent's deadly attack. The opponent continued to attack, and the boning knife in his hand was like two venomous snakes with cold, gleaming scales, coldly and viciously climbing towards his arm, preparing to take the opportunity to wrap around his neck and deliver a fatal blow.

Jiang Rushuai cursed under his breath, wanting to fiercely condemn Shen Jue's behavior, but the sandstorm was too strong, and all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. He could only curse inwardly, "Shen Jue is crazy," and then raise his sword to block, retreating step by step.

Amidst the swirling sandstorm, Shen Jue's boning knife seed to have gained power, each strike carrying deadly intent; a mont's carelessness could result in a chunk of flesh being sliced ​​off. Jiang Rushuai, initially only on the defensive, didn't initiate attacks, but as the fight progressed, he too grew increasingly agitated and began to retaliate.

Jiang Rushuai's sword appeared slightly cumberso in the sandstorm, making it more difficult to wield than the more agile boning knife. However, after several exchanges, Jiang Rushuai gained the upper hand, forcing Shen Jue back °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° to the cal's side.

Just then, in the chaotic and extrely low-visibility sandstorm, a short arrow darted through the air, flying straight toward the man in black who had dismounted from the cal.

The next mont, Shen Jue decisively gave up attacking Jiang Rushuai and knocked the short arrow away. However, he also seed to be exhausted and suddenly knelt down on the sand, struggling to support his body with the boning knife in his hands.

The man in black in front of the cal imdiately helped Shen Jue up with concern.

Arrows flew continuously from the yellow sand. Jiang Rushuai cursed inwardly and imdiately stood in front of the two n, deflecting all the arrows that were secretly fired.

Several figures, also draped in black cloaks, erged from the sandstorm—

A new battle has begun!

...

The small sandstorm passed quickly.

Several fresh corpses were quickly buried by the yellow sand and completely hidden beneath the sand, unknown to anyone.

The rest of the caravan gradually erged from the sand.

Only then did Jiang Rushuai have ti to check on Shen Jue's condition: "How is he?"

Shen Jue was wrapped in the sa black robe, his face completely covered by a windproof scarf. Only when Jiang Rushuai pulled off the scarf did he realize that Shen Jue's face was ashen.

It turns out that Shen Jue was just putting on a brave face during the fight just now.

“We encountered another guy on our escape route. He impersonated you to gain our trust. Luckily, Xiao Jue discovered it in ti and, despite being injured, led to safety... However, we encountered too many ambushes along the way, and to protect , he is now at his last gasp...”

Another man in black answered Jiang Rushuai's question.

Hearing the familiar female voice, Jiang Rushuai looked up at the person in front of him, then nodded knowingly: "Boss lady, what exactly is going on?"

The Penglai Inn was burned down, Shen Jue was seriously injured, and they fled all the way to the Northwest. Why?