Chapter 119: The Influence of the Deadly Lonely Star
A few dozen miles from the Commander Mansion lay a stretch of imperial road.
A beautiful young girl was driving a carriage along it at a slow pace.
All of a sudden, a rain of arrows descended upon her, clattering against her head.
"The horse is dead!"
Looking at the horse that died under the volleys of arrows, the girl burst out, "What is this, the umpteenth time we’ve been attacked by bandits? When will this ever end?"
The Puppet Girl unsheathed a crimson longsword from her hand and leapt into action.
The sword she now wielded was called the Dragon Blood Sword, a gift from Zhao Tianlong.
Whether this treasured sword truly contained dragon blood was unknown, but in Lin Xing’s eyes, at least, it could slice through iron like mud, and when slashing, it would emit a roar like a dragon’s, causing enemies nearby to become disoriented and sluggish.
Initially, as a token of gratitude, Zhao Tianlong had opened his armory to Lin Xing, allowing him to choose at will.
Unfortunately, none of the swords, blades, or precious armor used by the martial artists held much interest for Lin Xing, so he ended up selecting this weapon for the Puppet Girl – at least it enhanced her combat effectiveness, and by extension, strengthened the overall might of their team.
Inside the carriage, listening to the crescendo of combat outside, Zhao Wanxi curled up and whispered timidly, "I’m... I’m sorry."