Nuannuan watched as Yang Fei walked out of the tent without looking back, feeling somewhat lost.

She looked at her own buns and gritted her teeth.

"What kind of taste is that, this is the authentic peach shape, uncle's taste in appreciation is really bad."

Despite her playful complaints, Nuannuan felt incredibly safe and reassured seeing Yang Fei standing guard outside the tent.

She wrapped a thin blanket around herself and stepped out of the tent to drape it over Yang Fei's shoulders.

Yang Fei didn't look back and said calmly, "It's so late and you're not asleep yet. Do you need uncle to help you check your body?"

"Pft, dare you!"

Nuannuan's cheeks flushed, and she hurriedly turned back into the tent, wrapping herself tightly in the blankets.

Yang Fei sat cross-legged and circulated Phoenix Extreme, causing the dense Essence Qi to flow throughout his body in an instant.

This swept away all the fatigue of the day, making him instantly refreshed.

The night deepened, and Nuannuan lay restlessly under the blankets, unable to sleep.

She secretly lifted a corner of the tent to look outside, only to see the soft moonlight illuminating Yang Fei's face.

His face was sharply defined, with fine stubble on his thin lips and a profile as handsome as a marble sculpture.

The young girl secretly smiled; this guy could be infuriating when he spoke, but when silent, he was so charming.

Nuannuan compared Yang Fei to her favorite Korean star and finally concluded.

Uncle was even more handsome than those effeminate Korean stars, especially with that wild, rugged mature masculine aura, simply irresistible.

At this moment, five or six people sneaked over from the mercenary camp in the distance.

One among them, shifty-eyed and vulgar, was the camp cook who had brought food earlier today.

Behind the camp cook, there were five mercenaries dressed in camouflage suits.

These guys all had malicious expressions, and the gleam in their eyes made Nuannuan feel utterly disgusted.

Nuannuan's heart jumped into her throat.

Although she was young, she could already discern a lot of filthy male thoughts from these guys' gazes.

The mercenaries' discipline was notoriously lax; no matter how strictly Sha Jin disciplined his men, he couldn't prevent these starving beasts.

No matter how powerful Yang Fei was, he was only one person; with Nuannuan, the two of them didn't have much deterrent force.

If these people wanted to have some fun with Nuannuan on such a hot night, the two probably wouldn't be able to resist.

Nuannuan had a mischievous smile on her face, appearing innocent, but there was a coldness in her eyes.

Who would have thought that this innocent little girl was no kind-hearted saint but a little demon with countless killings?

Nuannuan drew a dagger and sneakily stuck her head out.

However, just at this moment, her head throbbed as if someone had knocked on it.

A figure appeared on the side of the tent, eyes shining with reproach.

"Go back to sleep. This matter doesn't concern you."

Nuannuan looked and saw it was indeed Yang Fei.

For some reason, the usually willful and stubborn Nuannuan was suddenly frightened by Yang Fei's glare.

She acted like a child who had done something wrong, lowering her head, "Uncle, I just wanted to see."

"Go back to sleep!"

Yang Fei unceremoniously stuffed Nuannuan back into the tent, then stealthily concealed himself on one side of the tent.

The five or six men creeping over saw Yang Fei's sword stuck in the sand and the hat on the sword, and they hesitated for a moment.

This was a universally recognized warning sign among mercenaries.

This meant that crossing this boundary would result in ruthless killings.

The camp cook swallowed, recalling the heavenly-immortal-like Nuannuan from earlier today, and couldn't help but feel a bit tempted again.

He encouraged the other five, "Don't be afraid, that guy is alone, and we have numbers, guns, and daggers. How could we be afraid of him?"

Another guy laughed.

"Yeah, damn it, just thinking of that little girl makes me unable to hold back."

One of them expressed some concerns, "But, reporting this to the boss might be tricky?"

The camp cook laughed, "Don't you know the boss's temper by now?"

"We can take the money and hand it all over. We'll just keep the little girl; he might scold a bit but wouldn't make things hard for us."

Saying this, the camp cook's laugh turned even more lewd.

"Even if the boss penalizes us, it won't be till tomorrow morning. We'll have our fun tonight, using all the energy we have."

The rest of them laughed slyly.

Someone pulled out a dagger, another loaded a bullet, and together they crept towards Nuannuan's little tent.

Just then, a shadow appeared, staring at them with shining eyes.

"What do you intend to do?"

The camp cook was startled, recognizing the person as the client, Yang Fei.

He instinctively aimed the gun at Yang Fei, speaking righteously.

"Patrolling under the leader's command, for your safety, please cooperate with our work."

Yang Fei chuckled; he found this guy quite skillful, hiding malice but speaking so righteously.

Yang Fei said casually, "Thank you for your leader's kindness."

"But I'll say this only once, from now on, anyone entering my restricted area will be killed without pardon!"

The last three words seemed to squeeze out from Yang Fei's teeth, extremely cold, brimming with killing intent.

The camp cook suddenly felt Yang Fei under the moonlight becoming fiercely vicious, like the legendary demon god, his heart chilled halfway.

The other five didn't have the camp cook's sharp senses.

While the cook and Yang Fei spoke, they secretly moved to surround Yang Fei, pointing their guns at him.

Seeing these guys clueless about their plight, Yang Fei snorted.

"In that case, blame only your own poor fate."

With that, he swiftly moved, pouncing like a whirlwind, sweeping a leg and breaking the leg bones of two, sending them tumbling back helplessly.

Meanwhile, the remaining three's gun muzzles were already aimed at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei waved his hand, sending out three cards, their razor edges piercing the throats of each, blood spurting.

The three clutched their throats and fell, convulsing, while the camp cook was terrified, fleeing for his life.

Yang Fei effortlessly pulled up the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army and flung it after him.

The Heavy Sword became a bright arc, piercing the cook's back, its tip emerging from his chest.

The camp cook let out a wretched scream, his whole body nailed to a sand dune with the immense force attached to the sword.

Blood flowed along the sword's edge like a river.

In mere moments, Yang Fei killed three, severely injuring two, without the opponents even having a chance to fire.

Yang Fei pulled out the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army; the camp cook collapsed on the sand, struggling for life, but Yang Fei ignored him, dispatching the two with broken legs with swift thrusts of his sword.

Then he flung the bloodstained Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army vertically into the yellow sand, its edge humming ominously.

The fourth update will come out before eight o'clock tomorrow morning, really can't write anymore now.

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