Nice, nice. The old beggar used to say it is all about the shape of the breasts."
He searched under her clothes and there was a large bag with five hundred master coins. They were worth five hundred thousand fighter coins. Yuerong was on a trip, of course she would bring a large sum of money.
"Wow, milady is rich." His hands were sliding up and down on her body as he searched her. Her cheeks were bright red. She kept screaming and tried to hit Xuanyuan. But Xuanyuan's power was now double hers. Her strikes were not effective.
He discovered that Yuerong was wearing a protective piece of armour under her clothes. He wasn't going to be a creep and strip her, but she did had a sword. When Xuanyuan touched her sword, she screamed,
"Don't touch my Blue-edge sword!"
But Xuanyuan didn't care. He took the sword from its sheath. The sharpness was like a clear wave that stuck him. Xuanyuan nodded,
"Great. This sword looks very nice."
The sword was silver and shiny. It looked much better than his rusty dagger. So he took the sword and it’s sheath.
Then he put Yuerong on her horse and slapped her bottom while laughing,
"Tell your brother Yuejue to come after me himself if he dares. Stop sending those useless scum. They won't be able to hurt me."
He slapped her butt cheeks again. Yuerong was furious. She squeezed the words through her clenched teeth,
"Be careful, I'll come back! I'll remember you!"
He laughed again and slapped the horse. The red horse neighed loudly from the pain and rushed towards Moonwaste City.
"Don't forget me!" Xuanyuan said as he jumped back onto Guxing. They went towards the forest. Xuanyuan was so happy that he started singing,
"I've got a mule I never ride, but some days my mood is high...