Chapter 686: Threat

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Seeing this ferocious swordsman walking toward them with her sword, and then looking at the head of their old master, Master Kameda, who died with eyes wide open, most of the samurai chose to run away.

Everyone only got that little salary; it really wasn't worth risking their lives for a dead master, especially in a situation where the only heir of this master was also dead, and the Kameda family was basically finished.

The samurai scattered in a rush, and Dorothy raised her hand to draw her sword, then flicked out a few sword qi.

That powerful sword qi swept through the smoke and dust of the ruins and galloped, cutting down several of the fleeing samurai cleanly. This scene also made the other samurai run even faster, each turning into a flying hair-leg, only hating that their mothers had given them fewer legs.

It's just that, this time, Dorothy didn't continue to pursue.

Actually, in her Eye of Judgment, these fleeing samurai all had sins that were not worth pitying. This was also normal. After all, they had once served such a master, and they must have done plenty of wicked things by aiding the evildoer.

The Home Witch had the heart to catch everyone in one net, but unfortunately, after a wave of outbursts just now, although she looked clean and neat in cutting down the fat woman master, she was actually overexerting herself and her body was approaching its limit.

Those few sword qi that pursued just now were all squeezed out by her gritting her teeth, just to bluff. Otherwise, if this group of samurai swarmed up, she would probably only be able to use her final stunt—"Senior, save me."

But it was no problem. She had already secretly planted imprints on these fleeing samurai. After she rested for a while and her body recovered, she would track them down and finish them off one by one.

*Hmph*, offended her, Dorothy, and still want to run? No way.

After the group of samurai had fled in a panic, the Home Witch, who was holding on, finally breathed a sigh of relief. She sat directly on a huge piece of stone that had fallen after the castle collapsed, and then adjusted her breath quietly.

As a dragon witch of the Jörmungandr lineage, she was naturally good at physical strength and vitality. Although the continuous self-harming outbursts just now had overdrawn her body quite severely, making this body a bit tattered, she had the emergency repair of the blood sea power just now, plus the breathing recovery that started after resting, and her state recovered very quickly.

And although Senior Hat above her head said, "If you want to act cool, you have to use sword and blade combat; you're just a barbarian, you deserve it," in action, Senior was still very thoughtful, extending tentacles to massage and relax her body.

And these cute little tentacles passing through places would always have some invisible power penetrating into Dorothy's body, repairing the damaged parts inside her. It was just a bit itchy, making the Home Witch tighten her face, fearing that she would laugh out loud if she wasn't careful.

After all, Wenwen's filming not far away was still continuing. If she laughed now, the performance would be ruined, and the persona of a cold swordsman wouldn't be kept.

She even had to not only tighten her face but also brew a little bit of "this bit of pain is just a sprinkle of water" emotion in her heart, and then send it out through the heart lock, so that it could be recorded by the magic film camera.

For her first time on screen, the Home Witch was still very professional; this acting was top-notch.

Of course, there was also the fact that the villagers who had been caught not far away were looking at her with awe at this moment. Dorothy was afraid that she would laugh out loud just after killing someone, which would be too perverted and scare others.

And just as she was pretending to be an expert without speaking, a beautiful witch among the villagers gathered the courage to come to her front.

"Thank you, Lord, for saving us."

This witch walked up. She first bowed seriously to thank her, and then seeing the Home Witch covered in wounds, she hurriedly said again.

"Lord, you are injured. I am somewhat proficient in medicine, so please let me treat your wounds."

She said this while already taking out a pile of magic potions from her side, directly preparing to take action.

Dorothy actually wanted to say no. This bit of injury would heal in no time with her dragon constitution's breathing recovery effect. But seeing the sincerity in this beautiful young lady's eyes, she didn't continue to stop the other party.

She quite appreciated this kind of person who knew how to repay kindness, which made her feel a little relieved. At least she didn't save a group of ungrateful wretches.

"*Tsk tsk tsk*, hero saves beauty, mutual affection, Qian Bao, this is a little beauty, you are so happy."

Seeing this medical witch's actions, Senior Hat retracted her tentacles and teased her master thus.

"Hmm, she is a little beauty, but Senior, you are a big beauty. This wave is actually a big loss for me."

Dorothy responded to this Senior's sour teasing in her heart, and it was this kind of words that made Senior Hat hum with satisfaction.

And on the other side, she looked at this village girl witch who was treating her wounds seriously and skillfully.

A serious girl would indeed have bonus points. This young lady was already extremely beautiful, and at this moment, she exuded a kind of sacred feeling of a doctor saving the dying and healing the wounded, which was even more stunning.

Just like the butterfly hairpin on her head, whose wings were like cherry blossom petals, she was really a beautiful beauty...

The Home Witch's strike zone moved again.

*Good*, this young lady's personal massage and bandaging is not more comfortable than Senior Hat's tentacles? This wave is a big profit for me.

And this young lady's medical skills were indeed quite good. The magic potions she applied to Dorothy's wounds were unexpectedly quite efficient, and the medical magic she performed on her hands, although not comparable to Senior Fanny's methods just now, was definitely superb, especially in the treatment of wounds. Her methods didn't bring the itchy feeling to the Home Witch, but instead felt as comfortable as soaking in warm water.

*Hmm*, Senior Fanny's healing technique was more advanced, but in terms of clinical experience, this young lady was more experienced.

"Are you not afraid of me?"

The Home Witch looked at her appearance covered in blood. She knew without looking in the mirror that her current look was very scary. The group of samurai just now were all scared away at a glance, and the other villagers not far away were also trembling and didn't dare to move randomly. It was really a surprise that this doctor witch was so bold as to dare to come forward.

"Afraid, but one thing is one thing. Lord, you just saved us, and how can I ignore that life-saving grace because of fear?"

This beautiful witch was stunned for a moment, and then she nodded. She answered thus.

Just as she was answering, the bandaging work in her hands didn't stop, and soon the larger wounds on Dorothy's body were all treated.

As for those small wounds...

Well, in the time it took for these two sentences, those small wounds had already healed, and there was no time to be treated.

And after witnessing a scar heal at a speed visible to the naked eye in front of her, this doctor witch was also surprised, shocked by the power of the benefactor in front of her.

As expected of that legendary thousand-man-slaying Battousai, truly powerful.

She thought so in her heart.

From the first glance at this benefactor, she had recognized the other party's identity. After all, the "commendation order" about Battousai had spread throughout Yingzhou these past few days, and that commendation order also had a description of this thousand-man-slayer's appearance and a simple portrait.

This image of red clothes and red hair, handsome appearance, but with a cross scar on the face, was quite recognizable.

"Hmm, you are quite good. No wonder you can teach such a sensible sister."

Hearing the doctor witch's answer, Dorothy was also a bit surprised. She moved her body and stood up again.

"My sister? Lord, have you seen Ying?"

The doctor witch was stunned, and she asked in surprise.

"Hmm, your sister did me a favor, and saving you can be considered a small return from me."

Dorothy nodded and said thus.

Although this beautiful young lady was already an adult, the outline of her face could still vaguely see the similarity with the little fishing witch before, so the Home Witch knew that this was probably the sister that the little witch had asked her to save.

"Alright, I've finished resting, it's time to continue cleaning up the pests. You guys go back to the village too; your sister is waiting for you."

Dorothy said thus, and then she stretched, and the bones in her body also crackled.

It was time to follow the previous imprint and start the hunt.

It's just that, suddenly, her brows furrowed because she found that the imprints she had planted before were dissipating one by one.

*Uh... *

Dorothy was stunned, somewhat puzzled.

It shouldn't be. The imprints she planted were high-quality products from the Forest Witch; they weren't so easy to remove unless there was a big shot much stronger than her forcibly washing them away with mana, or...

The marked person died.

"Emmmm, is it you?"

The Home Witch sensed the imprint, and then looked at the doctor witch who was respectful in front of her.

"Did you poison them?"

She found that she had misjudged this. She thought she was a hero saving beauty, but she didn't expect the other party to be playing the pig to eat the tiger.

"Hmm."

And the doctor witch didn't deny it. She just looked up calmly at the benefactor in front of her and nodded.

"My name is Butterfly Shin. Our village can actually be considered a ninja village. Although the inherited ninjutsu isn't powerful, this bit of poison technique is something we can take out."

Butterfly Shin explained thus.

Learning Yin-Yang arts requires going to the Yin-Yang Bureau in Heian-kyo, but they, these poor commoners, weren't qualified to go to the city to learn, and couldn't afford to learn. As for demon Buddhism, not many villagers had the courage to climb the Monster Mountain.

Therefore, the miscellaneous magic created by combining Yin-Yang arts and demon Buddhism that circulated in these villages outside Heian-kyo was the so-called ninjutsu.

However, there were geniuses in the mountains and fields. Although ninjutsu came from Yin-Yang arts and demon Buddhism, after so many years of development and inheritance, and the efforts and improvements of generations of commoner geniuses, it had formed its own system by today. Some secret ninjutsu of powerful ninja villages could even make noble masters covet them.

It's just a pity that their village's inheritance was very average. This poison technique of hers was developed and researched by herself combining her own talent.

"Alright, this is me meddling in other people's business."

Dorothy sighed thus upon hearing this.

But this was also good, it saved trouble, no need to chase and kill them one by one for thousands of miles.

"No, Lord, although my poison technique can take effect on those samurai, the toxicity takes time to take effect. If it weren't for your appearance, we would have been tortured to death before they were poisoned, and my poison technique is ineffective against Master Kameda. You are indeed our life-saving benefactor."

Hearing the Home Witch's self-mockery, Butterfly Shin explained hurriedly, fearing that the benefactor would misunderstand.

"It's okay, I'm not angry. In this chaotic world, it's good to have some self-defense skills. This is a good thing. After all, no matter how excellent a hero is, they can't always be on time. In the end, people can only rely on themselves."

Dorothy smiled and comforted the doctor young lady thus.

After speaking, she glanced at the other villagers not far away who were still looking at her with fear, and prepared to leave sensibly. But Butterfly Shin opened her mouth again and stopped her.

"Lord Battousai, please let us follow you."

The doctor young lady suddenly knelt on the ground and begged thus.

However, Dorothy didn't pay attention to her.

*What a joke*, she herself was barely able to protect herself now, where would she have the energy to bring along so many burdens?

And she was shooting a film; they were shooting a Japanese-style sword-fighting film, not a hegemony film about grabbing territory with little brothers.

But after walking a few steps, she stopped and turned to look at the doctor young lady behind her.

She saw Butterfly Shin pick up a samurai sword that had been dropped when the samurai fled just now, and then held the sword across her own neck. The sharp blade touched the fair skin, and a bloodstain could vaguely be seen.

"What do you mean by this?"

The Home Witch furrowed her brows and asked coldly.

"Lord, behind the Kameda family is the entire noble force. If we can't follow you, then does this Yingzhou Continent still have a place for us?"

The doctor young lady was also desolate, and she said thus.

"Then if you want to die, wait until I leave. Why act this scene in front of me?"

Dorothy really didn't eat this set. She hated people threatening her the most, even if what Butterfly Shin was hurting was her own life.

But this doctor young lady was still calm.

"Lord, you are indeed a true hero, a true good person. But it's a pity, I can't be that great. I only ask you to protect my sister; Ying is still young."

Butterfly Shin begged thus.

Although the means were despicable, utilizing this lord's kindness, this was already the only means she could think of as a sister to save her sister.

As long as she died here, then with this lord's kindness, even if it was just a little bit of guilt, Ying could be saved.

It's just a pity that the life-saving grace of the lord can only be repaid in the next life.

Holding such thoughts, she was hard-hearted and didn't give the Dorothy opposite any time to think, and pulled the *odachi* in her hand.

Thus, just like that, a wisp of blood scattered, and the cherry blossom butterfly hairpin fell down.

Young lady is committing suicide...

Qian Bao, your magic film heroine is gone...

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