I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

Xiao Yizhuo was uneasy and clenched the short blade in his hand. He looked up with murderous intent in his eyes and walked slowly towards the man in black who was lying on the ground.

The man in black was so frightened that his face turned paler and paler. He supported himself with his hands and crawled backwards, hoping to escape the pursuit of the man in front of him.

"Don't kill me, I really know I was wrong, please!"

Xiao Yizhuo exuded a terrifying aura and a strong sense of hostility. He swiftly killed a man in black with a single blow of his knife.

Mu Zhu, who was standing by, felt heavy-hearted when he saw this scene. As his subordinates, they naturally understood what their young master had always believed in, and now they could also understand Xiao Yizhuo's pain.

Mu Zhu pursed her lips tightly and did not say anything to stop Xiao Yizhuo from killing people.

Xiao Yizhuo held a short blade in his hand and killed people without stabbing their eyes. In a few moments, more than a dozen corpses were lying on the ground.

The corpses were scattered all over the ground, which looked particularly horrifying.

Mu Zhu stood respectfully aside and watched this scene. He didn't think that there was anything wrong with his young master.

If you can't even protect your own children, then how can you talk about the big dream of protecting the people and saving the people.

After Wen Shutang settled Xiao Ze and rode here on horseback, what he saw was this horrifying scene.

Xiao Yizhuo stood on a grassy field full of corpses with his back to her, holding a short blade. His clothes were stained with bright red blood, and he looked lonely, indifferent, and a little scary.

Wen Shutang was slightly stunned. It was the first time she saw Xiao Yizhuo like this, so lonely and desolate.

Wen Shutang dismounted, walked forward and looked down at the bodies of the men in black who had already died. He did not have a single sympathy for these people in his heart.

With a cold face, she squatted down and checked the bodies to see if there was any evidence on them that could prove who sent them.

After searching the body thoroughly, Wen Shutang still couldn't find anything to prove it.

She stood up and walked to Xiao Yizhuo's side, reaching out to take the blood-stained short blade in his hand.

"This knife is very similar to the one you gave me."

Hearing her voice, Xiao Yizhuo noticed that Wen Shutang had come to his side.

He lowered his head, his eyes fell on the short blade in her hand, his voice dry and hoarse: "This knife and yours are a pair of mandarin duck short blades, basically no different, but this one is heavier."

Wen Shutang nodded and weighed the short blade in his hand: "I can feel it. It is indeed very heavy, but it seems that you should be able to use it easily."

Xiao Yizhuo's gaze shifted from the short blade to Wen Shutang's face. His eyes were heavy and it was impossible to tell what emotion was in them.

"Are you afraid?"

Hearing this, Wen Shutang looked up at Xiao Yizhuo.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I killed them all, leaving no one alive." Xiao Yizhuo pursed his lips and responded softly, his eyes fixed on Wen Shutang's mouth, as if he didn't want to hear any bad answer from her.

Wen Shutang returned the short blade to him, walked forward, put her arms around Xiao Yizhuo's neck, and pulled him in front of her. Xiao Yizhuo was forced to bend down to look at her.

The two looked at each other and could feel each other's breath.

Wen Shutang stared into his eyes seriously and said word by word: "I'm not afraid. On the contrary, if you let any of them escape today, I will think you are a coward, not a hero."

Hearing what she said, Xiao Yizhuo's eyes were obviously filled with surprise.

Without waiting for him to speak, Wen Shutang paused and continued, "I know what you are thinking. Protecting the common people and having a sense of justice have nothing to do with dealing with some scum. What you want to protect are the weak, not those who can do whatever they want and hurt others by relying on their power. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Wen Shutang stared into his eyes closely, with an unprecedented seriousness in his eyes.

Xiao Yizhuo saw his own shadow in her eyes, and suddenly, Xiao Yizhuo seemed to be relieved.

Yes, in his heart, those he always wanted to protect were the unarmed and hardworking people, not those villains who relied on the power in their hands to help the tyrants and could not distinguish right from wrong.

Xiao Yizhuo remained bent over, looking at Wen Shutang with sharp eyes. The haze in his eyes faded away in an instant, and the sky turned sunny.

He curled his lips and raised a faint smile: "Madam is sensible and knows the greater good. It was I who was confused for a moment and hesitated."

Wen Shutang nodded and hummed with satisfaction. When she first came, she saw at a glance that Xiao Yizhuo was in confusion, and immediately understood what he was hesitating about.

Given his personality, he must be doubting whether the beliefs he has held for a long time are correct. Wen Shutang actually had such doubts when he was in the legion.

After working undercover in a gang of evil forces for a long time, she would lose herself. In order to prevent herself from falling into confusion, Wen Shutang often forced herself to visit those ordinary people who were still suffering from the hardships of life, so that she could always stay awake.

"Just think it through. You are just protecting your own child. If you can't even protect your own child, what qualifications do you have to say that you want to protect the people of the world?"

Wen Shutang glanced at him and loosened his hand, preparing to take a step back, but Xiao Yizhuo grabbed his waist.

A strong arm tightly wrapped around her waist, and Wen Shutang raised an eyebrow.

Without waiting for her to ask, Xiao Yizhuo stepped forward, lowered his head, buried his face in the crook of her neck and said in a muffled voice: "Madam, let me hold you for a while."

Hearing this, Wen Shutang's hand, which was about to push him away, suddenly froze in mid-air. She inexplicably felt that Xiao Yizhuo was a little fragile at the moment.

Forget it, he just wants a hug, what's wrong with that.

Wen Shutang originally wanted to push his hand away, but turned around and hugged him.

Feeling Wen Shutang's response, the last bit of haze shrouding Xiao Yizhuo's heart completely disappeared.

Mu Zhu, who was standing aside, watched the scene with a smile, then silently turned around and looked away, leaving the two of them alone.

Fortunately, the young master's wife is here, otherwise the young master would have to bear all the sadness and pain alone like before.

To put it bluntly, they, his subordinates, are still unable to help the young master overcome the hurdle in his heart. Only the people closest to him can help him.

And this person is the young master's wife in front of him.

Mu Zhu now feels that only Wen Shutang is qualified to be their young master's wife.

Xiao Yizhuo rested for a while and then let Wen Shutang go. He had thought it through now. The confusion just now had completely disappeared, and he regained his usual calmness and composure.

Wen Shutang didn't say anything more, he just looked down at the bodies on the ground: "I just don't know who sent these people."

"Muzhu, throw the head of that leader in front of Tang Fusheng and tell him that if I don't see him come in person to apologize tomorrow, it will be his head that will be sent to the capital." Xiao Yizhuo glanced at Muzhu, who was standing with his back to them, and said in a cold voice.