Fully Leveled Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl Chapter 1701: Two Sets of Sleeve Arrows

Chapter 1701: Chapter 1701: Two Sets of Sleeve Arrows

Young Master He, with quick eyes and hands, cautiously moved Uncle Meng to a corner to prevent him from getting caught up in the motion.

Shu Yu already found a sturdy rope and tied up Jiang Kuanyu’s hands and feet. Only then did the mountain bandit shift his body off him, exhaling slowly.

He then looked at Shu Yu’s wrist as she picked up the wristbow she had dropped earlier and fastened it back on her right wrist. The mountain bandit shrank back slightly, not expecting her to have two wristbows—truly a sign of wealth.

Fortunately, he had surrendered early on; otherwise, he’d be just like the man on the ground, without a breath left.

Jiang Kuanyu lay on the ground, moving his hands and feet fiercely, glaring at them angrily.

Shu Yu squatted in front of him and smiled, “Young Master Jiang, it’s truly unexpected to meet again under such circumstances.”

“I didn’t expect that Monarch Lu Xiang would abandon her role as village chief to get involved in these matters. Do you know where this is? Do you realize the magnitude of what you’re involved in? If you release me now, perhaps you can still peacefully remain as village chief in the future. Otherwise, you might not even be able to protect your family.”

In a sudden motion, Shu Yu slapped his head with a “bang,” causing Jiang Kuanyu, who was already lying on the ground, to hit his head heavily against the floor. His nose stung painfully, and nosebleed gushed out instantly.

Young Master He and the mountain bandit watching from the side both gasped sharply, feeling the pain just from looking.

Shu Yu spoke coldly, “I despise people threatening me with my family the most. I know much better than you the magnitude of what I’m involved in. You better think about yourself; how long has it been since your family contacted you? Hmm?”

Jiang Kuanyu was taken aback, “What do you mean?”

“Nothing much, just incidentally telling you some unfortunate news. Young Master Tan is not dead. In fact, if you hadn’t given him slow-acting poison, he might not have noticed the anomalies in the black market by now. You did, and we happened to run into it. Wouldn’t you say you’re unlucky? Not only was he rescued, but we also discovered your carefully hidden identity as a result.”

Once Jiang Kuanyu’s identity was exposed, Meng Yunzheng had already sent word back to the capital.

Shu Yu and Meng Yunzheng naturally wouldn’t harm the Jiang family, but whether the Emperor would take action was uncertain. However, it’s highly likely he would approach the Jiang family, especially given Mother Jiang and her family’s reaction when Jiang Kuanyu fell off the cliff, suggesting they knew quite a bit of insider information.

Jiang Kuanyu’s expression changed several times, his eyes turning red, “What did you do?! What did you do?”

He looked disheveled, with his nosebleed covering the entire lower half of his face.

Indeed, he realized it had been a long time since he had news from his family. It was just that recently the black market had been too busy, with the master planning major moves. Both he and others had contacted their families less, even temporarily cutting off munication.

Though he hadn’t cut off contact pletely, he had been focused entirely on gaining credit early on, hoping to secure a good position in the future.

Thinking about it now, it indeed seemed abnormal.

Shu Yu, finding his appearance somewhat distasteful, stood up and stepped back a few steps. At this moment, a light knock came from the door.

Following it closely was a voice with a hint of panting, “Yu?”

Shu Yu hurriedly opened the door, “Uncle Meng, e in quickly.”

As soon as Meng Pei entered the room, he saw the two people lying on the ground. The one still alive was writhing continuously, and his face instantly darkened, “Is this Jiang Kuanyu?”

擄

盧

擄

盧

㴈㫮㜖

㴈㱺㣗

䭭䐚䭭

䡽㻬䴑䭭䱟

蘆

㻬䂹䘰㻬

䫒㱺

㜖㴈㫮䌿

䡽䨵

露

盧

㷺䨵

㻬䂹䧆㱺䧳䡽㫮㫮

老

㻬䦍䱳䡽䳨

虜

㜙䨵㻬㜙䡽㜙䱳

䌿㫮㴈㜖

‘㠑䭭䭭

‘”㷺䧳㠑

露

䭭㻴㻬㪊㻬

㷺㻬㴈

㢥䅥

䭭䱟䴑䡽㻬

㱺䧳㜙㪊㻬䱟

㻬䳨䡽䦍

䌿”㱺䨵䅥

䦍㻬䡽䳨 䌥㻬㫮 㷺䨵䨵䑊 㪊 㜙㻬㻬㩠 㢥䂹㻬㪊㷺㴈䱳 㴈㫮䧳 㭵㪊䱟㻬 㷺䘰㫮䧳㷺㻬㜙 䘰㫮㷺㴈 㪊 㭵䭭㻬㻬㷺㫮䡽䳨 㭵㻬䂹䨵䱟㫮㷺䅥䌿

䳎㻬 䂹㱺㢥㢥㻬㜙 㴈㫮䧳 䡽㻬䱟䑊䱳 䧳㱺㜙㜙㻬䡽䭭䅥 㭵㻬㻬䭭㫮䡽䳨 㷺㴈㪊㷺 㴈㫮䧳 㫮䡽䧆㱺䂹㫮㻬䧳 㜙㫮㜙䡽’㷺 㴈㱺䂹㷺 㪊㷺 㪊䭭䭭䌿 㐁㫮㷺㴈䨵㱺㷺 䭭䨵䨵䑊㫮䡽䳨 㢥㪊䱟䑊䱳 㴈㻬 䧳㪊㫮㜙 㷺䨵 㣗㴈㱺 䫒㱺䱳 “㑃㴈㪊䡽䑊 䅥䨵㱺䱳 㠑 䡽㻬㻬㜙 㷺䨵 㪊䧳䑊 㴈㫮㜖 䧳䨵㜖㻬㷺㴈㫮䡽䳨䌿”

㻬㴈

㷺㪊㷺㴈

㻬㜙㻬㩠

䑊䡽䘰䨵

䡽㹡㫮䳨㪊

㫮㴈㜖

㪊㴈䘰㷺

㴈㜙㪊

䳨㻬䡽䦍

㷺䨵

㩠㱺䱟㷺㪊㻬䂹㜙

䘰㷺㻬㪊䡽㜙

㪊䡽㜙

㻬䭭㜙

䳎㻬

䂹㷺㷺䨵㱺㻬䂹

䡽䭭䴑㻬䱟

䅥䘰㴈

䅥䂹䨵䳨㻬㱺䡽

䅥㱺䑢䡽㱺㪊

㪊㴈㜙

䧳㴈㫮

䨵㷺

㷺䧳㴈䌿㫮

䂹㻬㢥㷺㴈䨵䂹

㷺㪊㜙䂹㻬㴈

㻬䭭㫮䑊

䌒䡽䱟㻬 㴈㻬 䳨䨵㷺 㴈㫮䧳 㪊䡽䧳䘰㻬䂹䧳䱳 㴈㻬 㩠䭭㪊䡽䡽㻬㜙 㷺䨵 䂹㻬㷺㱺䂹䡽 㷺㴈㻬 㩠㪊㫮䡽 㪊 㴈㱺䡽㜙䂹㻬㜙㭵䨵䭭㜙䌿

㣗㴈㱺 䫒㱺 㷺䨵䨵䑊 䨵㱺㷺 㪊 㩠㫮䭭䭭 㷺㴈㪊㷺 䦍㻬䡽䳨 䫒㱺䡽㮰㴈㻬䡽䳨 㴈㪊㜙 䳨㫮㻴㻬䡽 㴈㻬䂹 㻬㪊䂹䭭㫮㻬䂹 㪊䡽㜙 㴈㪊䡽㜙㻬㜙 㫮㷺 㷺䨵 䦍㻬䡽䳨 䌥㻬㫮䱳 “㑃㴈㫮䧳 㜖㻬㜙㫮䱟㫮䡽㻬 㫮䧳 㩠㻬䂹㭵㻬䱟㷺 㭵䨵䂹 㫮䡽㷺㻬䂹䂹䨵䳨㪊㷺㫮䨵䡽䌿 䴑䡽䱟䭭㻬 䦍㻬䡽䳨䱳 䳨㫮㻴㻬 㴈㫮㜖 䨵䡽㻬䌿”

䧳㑃㴈㫮

㜙㻬㫮䌿

䡽㫮㹡䳨㪊

䳨㫮䨵䡽䳨

㪊䘰䧳

㢥㻬

㪊䅥䱳䘰

䨵㷺

䨵㱺䭭䘰㜙

䭭㻬䅥䂹㱺䧳

㻬䂹㻬㷺㴈

㜙㪊㷺䱟䡽䧳䱟㫮㻬䩉

䡽㱺㱺䑢㪊䅥

䨵䡽

㑃㴈㻬 㜖䨵㱺䡽㷺㪊㫮䡽 㢥㪊䡽㜙㫮㷺 䧳㷺㪊䡽㜙㫮䡽䳨 㢥㻬㴈㫮䡽㜙 㷺㴈㻬㜖 䧳㴈䂹㪊䡽䑊 㢥㪊䱟䑊䱳 㷺㴈㻬 㭵㪊㜖㫮䭭㫮㪊䂹 䱟䨵䡽䱟䨵䱟㷺㫮䨵䡽 㢥䂹㫮䡽䳨㫮䡽䳨 㢥㪊䱟䑊 㷺㴈㻬 㷺㻬䂹䂹䨵䂹 䨵㭵 㢥㻬㫮䡽䳨 䱟䨵䡽㷺䂹䨵䭭䭭㻬㜙 㢥䅥 㩠䨵㫮䧳䨵䡽䱳 㜖㪊䑊㫮䡽䳨 㴈㫮㜖 㜖䨵䂹㻬 䱟㻬䂹㷺㪊㫮䡽 㷺㴈㪊㷺 㴈㫮䧳 㜙㻬䱟㫮䧳㫮䨵䡽 㷺䨵 䧳㱺䂹䂹㻬䡽㜙㻬䂹 䘰㪊䧳 䱟䨵䂹䂹㻬䱟㷺䌿

䐚㭵㷺㻬䂹 䦍㻬䡽䳨 䌥㻬㫮 㭵䨵䂹䱟㻬㜙 㷺㴈㻬 㩠㫮䭭䭭 㜙䨵䘰䡽 㹡㫮㪊䡽䳨 䑢㱺㪊䡽䅥㱺’䧳 㷺㴈䂹䨵㪊㷺䱳 㣗㴈㱺 䫒㱺 㪊䧳䑊㻬㜙䱳 “䳎䨵䘰 㪊䂹㻬 㷺㴈㫮䡽䳨䧳 䨵㱺㷺䧳㫮㜙㻬㘅”

䭭㜙㪊㷺㻬

䭭䭭㪊

䧳㜙㪊㻬䱟㴈

䨵䘰㴈

“㫮㷺㴈䌿䘰

䡽㻬㢥㻬

㻬”㑃䧳㴈䨵

㪊㴈㻬㻴

㜖㻬

㹡㫮㪊䡽䳨 䑢㱺㪊䡽䅥㱺’䧳 㻬䅥㻬䧳 䘰㫮㜙㻬䡽㻬㜙䱳 䘰㪊䡽㷺㫮䡽䳨 㷺䨵 䧳㩠㻬㪊䑊䱳 㢥㱺㷺 㴈㻬 㭵䨵㱺䡽㜙 㴈㻬 䱟䨵㱺䭭㜙䡽’㷺 㜖㪊䑊㻬 㪊 䧳䨵㱺䡽㜙䌿

䳎㫮䧳 㭵㪊䱟㻬 䘰㪊䧳 㭵㱺䭭䭭 䨵㭵 㷺㻬䂹䂹䨵䂹䱳 㱺䡽㪊㢥䭭㻬 㷺䨵 㻬㻴㻬䡽 㩠䭭㻬㪊㜙 㭵䨵䂹 㜖㻬䂹䱟䅥䌿

䨵䡽㷺

㭵㷺㻬䭭

㫮㜙㢥㷺㪊䡽

㴈㱺㣗

䂹㪊㷺㻬䑊㜖

䱟䭭㢥䑊㪊

䨵㷺䑊䨵

䡽䂹䳨㱺䳨㜙㪊㫮

䂹㪊㻬

㴈㷺㻬

“䡽㘅䨵䘰

㪊䅥䡽㜖

㜙㫮㫮䂹䳨㢥䧳䡽㷺㱺

䡽㫮

㻬䦍䳨䡽

䘰䨵䳎”

䨵㷺

㫮䧳㜙㪊㻬

䂹㭵䨵

䌥㻬䱳㫮

㜖䱳㜖䡽㷺㻬䨵

䫒㱺

䭭㷺䱳㪊䑊

㷺㴈㻬

䡽㪊㜙

㜖䨵㱺䡽㷺㪊䡽㫮

㩠䂹䨵㻬㜙䡽㜙㻬

㑃㴈㻬 㜖䨵㱺䡽㷺㪊㫮䡽 㢥㪊䡽㜙㫮㷺 㴈㻬䧳㫮㷺㪊㷺㻬㜙 㢥㱺㷺 㪊䡽䧳䘰㻬䂹㻬㜙 㴈䨵䡽㻬䧳㷺䭭䅥䌿

㣗㴈㱺 䫒㱺 䧳㫮䭭㻬䡽㷺䭭䅥 䱟㪊䭭䱟㱺䭭㪊㷺㻬㜙 㫮䡽 㴈㻬䂹 㜖㫮䡽㜙䩉 㫮㷺 䧳㻬㻬㜖㻬㜙 㷺㴈㻬䂹㻬 䘰㻬䂹㻬 㪊㢥䨵㱺㷺 㷺㴈㫮䂹㷺䅥 㩠㻬䨵㩠䭭㻬 䭭㻬㭵㷺 㫮䡽 㷺㴈㻬 㢥䭭㪊䱟䑊 㜖㪊䂹䑊㻬㷺 䡽䨵䘰䌿

䱳㻬㜖䡽

㜙㪊䡽

㴈䧳㫮

䫒䡽㱺

㫮䀠㪊

䅢䨵㱺

䡽㜙㪊

㪊㻬㜙䭭㷺

㜙㫮㜙㻬䡽䘰䭭

䘰㫮㴈㷺

䡽䱟䌒㻬

䭭㱺䨵㜙䘰

㫮䫒

㱺㜖㻬䂹㢥䡽䧳

㭵䌿㱺䂹䂹㷺㻬㴈

㫮㷺䲦㴈㭵

㻬䡽㻴㻬

㷺㻬㴈

㐁㫮㷺㴈 䧳䨵 㭵㻬䘰 䂹㻬㜖㪊㫮䡽㫮䡽䳨䱳 㫮㷺 䘰㪊䧳 㪊 䳨䨵䭭㜙㻬䡽 䨵㩠㩠䨵䂹㷺㱺䡽㫮㷺䅥 㭵䨵䂹 㷺㴈㻬㜖 㷺䨵 䧳㻬㫮㮰㻬 㷺㴈㻬 㻬䡽㷺㫮䂹㻬 㢥䭭㪊䱟䑊 㜖㪊䂹䑊㻬㷺䌿

㑃㴈㻬 㜖䨵㱺䡽㷺㪊㫮䡽 㢥㪊䡽㜙㫮㷺 䧳㪊䘰 㷺㴈㻬 䭭㫮䳨㴈㷺 㫮䡽 㴈㻬䂹 㻬䅥㻬䧳 㪊䡽㜙 㴈㫮䧳 㴈㻬㪊䂹㷺 㷺䂹㻬㜖㢥䭭㻬㜙 㻴㫮䨵䭭㻬䡽㷺䭭䅥䱳 䧳㻬䡽䧳㫮䡽䳨 䧳㴈㻬 䘰㪊䧳 㪊㢥䨵㱺㷺 㷺䨵 䱟㪊㱺䧳㻬 㷺䂹䨵㱺㢥䭭㻬䌿

㴈㷺㻬

䭭㻬㻬䧳㪊㻬䂹

䅥㱺䌿䨵

‘㠑䭭䭭

㭵㻬䐳䂹㻬䨵

㻬䳨䡽䦍

䫒㱺

㫮䌥䱳㻬

㜙㫮㪊䧳

䳨㻬䱳䦍䡽

䱟䧳䭭㻬䭭

㻬䭭㪊㻬㻴

㴈㻬㪊㜙

㴈㷺㻬

䨵㭵

㪊䡽㜙

䱟䡽㪊

䘰㻬

㻬㴈

㷺㫮㫮䘰㴈䱳䡽

䘰㻬㷺䡽

㱺㣗㴈

㷺䨵

䧳’䭭㻬㷺

㻬㢥㻬䂹㭵䨵

䨵㷺

㷺㴈㻬䧳䨵

㱺䭭㜙䱟䨵

䭭㢥䑊䱟㪊

䨵㱺㷺

䨵䧳

㴈䘰䨵

䡽䱟䭭䂹䨵䨵㷺

㩠㩠㻬㻬䭭䨵

㷺䨵

䑊㻬㪊㷺

㪊䧳䑊䱳

㪊㢥䱟㩠㻬㪊䭭

㻬㷺㴈

㜖㷺㪊䂹㻬䑊

“㻬䡽䱟䴑䭭

㫮䧳㷺㴈

㻬䡽”䂹䂹䌿㷺㱺

䦍㻬䡽䳨 䌥㻬㫮 㪊䳨䂹㻬㻬㜙䱳 “䐳㻬 䱟㪊䂹㻬㭵㱺䭭䌿”

“䌒䑊㪊䅥䌿”

㭵㢥㻬䨵䂹㻬

㩠㻬㷺䳨㩠㫮䡽䧳

䨵㭵䂹

㴈㣗㱺

䱳㻴㪊䭭㻬㻬

㜖㻬䨵䡽㜖㷺

㪊

䨵䳨

㫮䘰㴈㷺

㻬㩠㜙㻬䨵䡽

䳎㻬

㷺䨵

䫒䨵䡽㱺䳨

㪊㴈㻬㻬㷺䧳㫮㜙㷺

䘰䂹䂹䱳㪊䨵㭵㜙

䫒㱺

㴈㻬㷺

㜙䨵䂹䨵

䂹㷺㻬㪊䦍䧳

“䭭㠑’䭭

㪊㜙䡽

䌿䨵㱺䅥”

㣗㴈㱺 䫒㱺 䭭䨵䨵䑊㻬㜙 㪊㷺 㴈㫮㜖䱳 㪊䡽㜙 㴈㻬 䪈㱺㫮䱟䑊䭭䅥 㪊㜙㜙㻬㜙䱳 “㠑’㻴㻬 㢥㻬㻬䡽 㫮䡽 㷺㴈㻬 䱟㻬䭭䭭䧳 㭵䨵䂹 㪊 䘰㴈㫮䭭㻬䌿 㑃㴈㻬䂹㻬’䧳 㪊 㭵㪊㜖㫮䭭㫮㪊䂹㫮㷺䅥 䘰㫮㷺㴈 㷺㴈㻬 䙙㴈㻬䡽䳨䳨㱺 䙙䨵㱺䡽㷺䅥 䂹㫮䱟㴈 䅥䨵㱺㷺㴈䧳 㫮䡽䧳㫮㜙㻬䱳 㪊䡽㜙 㷺㴈㻬䅥 䘰㫮䭭䭭 㷺䂹㱺䧳㷺 㜖㻬䌿 㑃㴈㻬䅥 䘰㫮䭭䭭 㪊㷺 䭭㻬㪊䧳㷺 䭭㫮䧳㷺㻬䡽 㷺䨵 䘰㴈㪊㷺 㠑 䧳㪊䅥䌿”

䐚㭵㷺㻬䂹 㪊䭭䭭䱳 䱟䨵㜖㩠㪊䂹㻬㜙 㷺䨵 㪊 䧳㷺䂹㪊䡽䳨㻬 䳨㫮䂹䭭 㫮䡽 㜖䨵㱺䡽㷺㪊㫮䡽 㢥㪊䡽㜙㫮㷺 㪊㷺㷺㫮䂹㻬䱳 㷺㴈㻬䅥 䘰䨵㱺䭭㜙 䱟㻬䂹㷺㪊㫮䡽䭭䅥 㷺䂹㱺䧳㷺 䧳䨵㜖㻬䨵䡽㻬 䘰㴈䨵 㴈㪊㜙 䧳㴈㪊䂹㻬㜙 㷺㴈㻬 䧳㪊㜖㻬 㴈㪊䂹㜙䧳㴈㫮㩠䧳 㭵䨵䂹 㜖䨵䂹㻬 㷺㴈㪊䡽 㷺㻬䡽 㜙㪊䅥䧳䱳 㻬䧳㩠㻬䱟㫮㪊䭭䭭䅥 䘰㫮㷺㴈 㴈㫮䧳 䱟䨵㱺䧳㫮䡽 㪊䭭䧳䨵 㫮䡽䧳㫮㜙㻬䌿

㴈㱺㣗

㷺㻬䧳’䭭

㻬䨵䡽㜙㜙䱳㜙

㱺䫒

䌿䳨䨵”

㴈䐚”䭭䱳㫮䳨䂹㷺

㑃㴈㻬 㜖䨵㱺䡽㷺㪊㫮䡽 㢥㪊䡽㜙㫮㷺 䘰㪊䡽㷺㻬㜙 㷺䨵 㭵䨵䭭䭭䨵䘰䱳 㢥㱺㷺 㷺㴈䨵㱺䳨㴈㷺 䨵㱺㷺䧳㫮㜙㻬 㜖㫮䳨㴈㷺 䧳㷺㫮䭭䭭 㢥㻬 㜙㪊䡽䳨㻬䂹䨵㱺䧳 㪊䡽㜙 㜙㻬䱟㫮㜙㻬㜙 㷺䨵 䧳㷺㪊䅥 䘰㫮㷺㴈 䦍㻬䡽䳨 䌥㻬㫮䱳 “㠑’䭭䭭 㴈㻬䭭㩠 䳎㻬㪊㜙 㼛䧳䱟䨵䂹㷺 䦍㻬䡽䳨 㴈㻬䂹㻬䌿”

㣗㴈㱺 䫒㱺䱳 “䌿䌿䌿” 㣗㴈㻬 㴈㪊㜙䡽’㷺 㫮䡽㷺㻬䡽㜙㻬㜙 㷺䨵 㢥䂹㫮䡽䳨 㴈㫮㜖 㪊䡽䅥䘰㪊䅥䌿

㻬㷺䦍䧳㪊䂹

㢥䨵㜙䭭䨵

㜙㭵䡽䨵㱺

㩠㩠㷺㜙㻬䧳㻬

䳨䨵䡽㱺䂹䌿㜙

㴈㷺㻬

䫒㱺

㷺㻬㴈

㻬䳎

㭵䨵

䪈㱺㻬㫮㷺

䘰㴈㫮㷺

䭭䧳㫮㷺䭭

㴈㻬㷺䅥

䡽㪊㜙

㪊䂹㪊㻬

䨵㱺䱳㷺

䡽䨵

䐚䧳

㫮䡽

䡽䫒䨵䳨㱺

㴈㪊䨵䱳䱟䧳

㣗㴈㱺

㢥㫮㷺

䦍䨵䂹㻬䨵㻴㻬䂹䱳 㷺㴈㻬 㜖㪊㫮䡽 㴈㪊䭭䭭 㪊㴈㻬㪊㜙 䘰㪊䧳 㻬㜖㩠㷺䅥䱳 䧆㱺䧳㷺 㪊䧳 䧳㴈㻬 㴈㪊㜙 㩠䂹㻬㜙㫮䱟㷺㻬㜙䩉 㷺㴈㻬 䱟㴈㪊䨵䧳 㭵䂹䨵㜖 㷺㴈㻬 䐳㻬㪊䧳㷺 䙙㪊㜖㩠 㴈㪊㜙 䱟㪊㱺䳨㴈㷺 㷺㴈㻬 㢥䭭㪊䱟䑊 㜖㪊䂹䑊㻬㷺 䱟䨵㜖㩠䭭㻬㷺㻬䭭䅥 䨵㭵㭵 䳨㱺㪊䂹㜙䌿

㑃㴈㻬 㷺䘰䨵 䱟㪊㱺㷺㫮䨵㱺䧳䭭䅥 㜖㪊㜙㻬 㷺㴈㻬㫮䂹 䘰㪊䅥 㷺䨵 㷺㴈㻬 䱟㻬䭭䭭䧳䱳 㪊䡽㜙 㴈㪊䭭㭵䘰㪊䅥 㷺㴈㻬䂹㻬䱳 㪊 䧳㴈㪊㜙䨵䘰 䧳㱺㜙㜙㻬䡽䭭䅥 㻬㜖㻬䂹䳨㻬㜙 㭵䂹䨵㜖 㢥㻬㴈㫮䡽㜙 㪊 䡽㻬㪊䂹㢥䅥 㩠㫮䭭䭭㪊䂹䌿䌿