The house was confiscated at the beginning, so I evacuated my enemy's house to escape.

"Otherwise, huh, I'll kill you!" Another man said viciously, holding a woodcutter in his hand.

Feng Jiuyan sneered, "I don't have anything to eat or my life!"

Several men were completely furious, with fierce eyes and various weapons in their hands, and they charged towards him menacingly.

The horse-faced woman and several women on the side stepped aside and watched with interest.

Feng Jiuyan nimbly dodged sideways and dodged the first round of attacks from the refugees. The kitchen knife in her hand drew a line of cold light in the air, and accurately struck a refugee's weapon. With a "ding" sound, the opponent's weapon was knocked away. Feng Jiuyan kicked the refugee in the stomach and knocked him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Jiuyan turned around and waved the kitchen knife in his hand like a whirlwind, blocking the attacks of the other two refugees. She swung it hard, and the kitchen knife struck the shoulder of one of the refugees with a sharp sound. The refugee screamed and fell to the ground.

"It hurts, it hurts so much! Ahhh!" The refugee who was hit in the shoulder covered his wound and lay on the ground wailing.

He couldn't believe that none of the men could beat a skinny little girl.

I had nothing to eat or drink, and I was about to starve to death. Now, instead of catching food, he was seriously injured and his body was bleeding. He felt that he was going to die today!

The refugee lay on the ground, unwilling to die like this.

Looking at the woodcutter that was kicked over a few meters away, the man gritted his teeth and the veins on his forehead were exposed. He endured the pain and moved little by little in the direction of the knife.

On the other side, Feng Jiuyan did not give the enemy a chance to breathe. She presses forward step by step, nimbly weaving between enemies. Every shot was clean and crisp, making it impossible for the enemy to fight back.

Under her fierce offensive, several men began to retreat gradually. The refugees who were watching also temporarily gave up their thoughts of taking advantage of the situation.

The men gritted their teeth and stared at Feng Jiuyan hatefully. They saw that Feng Jiuyan was a tough guy, and several of them looked at each other. Then, as if they had agreed upon it, four men rushed towards Feng Jiuyan, while the other three rushed directly towards the donkey cart.

Seeing this, Song Ning and Song Chen, who were standing on the shaft of the car, became nervous. The brother and sister's hearts were beating loudly, and they fought against the three men with the thick sticks in their hands.

Even though Song Ning was small and thin, she was very strong. When she beat up the refugees, she used all her strength to do so.

As for Song Chen, although he is a scholar, because his parents passed away when he was young, he has shouldered the burden of life at a young age. He is used to doing rough work and has considerable strength.

So, like whack-a-mole, the brother and sister waved their sticks and hit the heads of the three refugees unceremoniously.

Feng Jiuyan's side was also fiercely surrounded by four men, unable to escape at all. She took the time to glance at Song Ning's brother and sister, and was relieved when she saw that they could still resist.

She held the kitchen knife and waved at the leading refugee fiercely.

"Ah! My hand! My hand! It hurts, it hurts so much, it almost hurts me to death, wuwuwu~~"

The man's face was pale and he was pressing the wound on his wrist with his left hand in pain. The wrist was bleeding and the whole palm fell to the ground, looking very shocking.

The remaining three men's scalps were numb and their backs were cold, and they wanted to retreat.

The horse-faced woman and her good sisters who were watching from the side had numb scalps and a chill from the soles of their feet.

It's not okay to continue like this. After Feng Jiuyan finishes dealing with these refugees, he will definitely turn around and deal with them.

No, they want to arouse the anger of the refugees! Only when Feng Jiuyan was overwhelmed did he have no time to repair them.

"Oh! So cruel! I actually cut off someone's hand!"

"Yes, it's so cruel! Extremely cruel."

"Oh, this female devil is too cruel. Others just want some food, how can she be so cruel?"

"No, I'm not afraid that I will go to hell after death. He was so vicious at a young age, but he will be able to handle it when he grows up!"

"That is to say, there is so much food and meat in her donkey cart, just give them a little, and they won't be able to finish it anyway. Besides, these refugees are also trying to survive. Is she so unwilling to give people a way to survive?"

......

Sure enough, the man whose hand was cut off by Feng Jiuyan turned pale, and his hatred reached its peak.

Just like what these women said, they just wanted to live and ask for some food. What was wrong with him?

It's this woman who's wrong! There was obviously endless food in the donkey cart, but he was unwilling to share some with them. He just watched these homeless people starve to death with such cruel heart!

And now, he actually cut off his palm with a knife. How will he survive in the future?

This little girl is really vicious!

The man endured the pain and glared at Feng Jiuyan, with deep hatred in his eyes.

He turned sideways and glared at his companion, the veins on his forehead showing through the pain. The man threatened his companions coldly, "Second, third, fourth, what are you doing? What? Are you trying to back down now? Your wives and children don't want to live anymore?"

The threat in his eyes was very obvious.

The three men looked at the man in disbelief, "You!!! You threaten us!"

"Haha, that's not what I said. I'm not just for revenge. This vicious girl's donkey cart is full of food. As long as you rob her, you and your family can still have hope of living. But if not Grab it, haha, they don't even have any hope of living. You'd better think clearly!"

"Whether you want to be rich and powerful in danger, or want to wait for death, you can choose for yourself. You'd better think clearly, hehehe~~~"

"This!!!" The three men were struggling, and in the end they could only grit their teeth and rush forward.

"Ha, you're looking for death!" Feng Jiuyan held a kitchen knife stained with blood and smiled horribly.

She wielded the kitchen knife and faced the enemy.

......

On the other side, Song Ning and Song Chen gradually slowed down in waving their sticks, and their strength was almost exhausted.

Mrs. Feng and Feng Jiuli, who were trapped in the carriage by Song Ning and Song Chen, patted the carriage and said anxiously, "A Ning, let us out quickly! We will go out to help you deal with the bad guys!"

"Yes, sister Aning, let us out quickly!"

"Ow~~~"

"No, aunt, my brother and I are fine. You can just stay in the carriage." Song Ning struggled to hit the homeless man with a stick and panted.

Mrs. Feng was thankful that she had not asked her daughter to give food to the poor mother and son just now.

If they were really given away, their family would really fall into the abyss and be coaxed up and robbed by a group of refugees!

Looking out the window, the daughter was dealing with the bad guys single-handedly, and the Song brothers and sisters, who didn't know martial arts but were throwing sticks and wielding sticks to protect their wife, Mrs. Feng, gritted their teeth. This was not going to work.