I was a god in the 18th century

Xia Qingdai almost flew up due to the sudden sudden stop. If Owen hadn't reacted quickly and blocked her with his body, her head would have hit the carriage door heavily.

It’s not unusual to encounter robbers on a country road at night, but it’s unusual to see no robbers at all!

Especially in this winter with frequent snowstorms and food shortages, there are too many ruthless people who can't survive, and they are going out in various ways in the dark, doing business without capital to support their families.

Owen calmly grabbed the shotgun with two bullets left, and was about to push the door out, but was held back by Xia Qingdai.

The next second, the girl who pulled him disappeared into the wind.

Immediately afterwards, Owen saw a giant hand descending from the sky, flicking "piu~" towards the leading robber who was about to walk to the carriage.

The little man was like a kite with a broken string, drawing a beautiful parabola in the night sky, and hit the trunk of the street tree diagonally behind him, shaking off a piece of white snow from the tree, and falling down with his body.

The back of his head probably hit the bulge of the tree trunk, and it turned red and white, instantly turning the white snow next to the tree red, and he seemed to be dead.

Several other robbers couldn't help being shocked and froze on the spot.

With the help of the oil lamp hanging on the head of the carriage, everyone could clearly see the miserable condition of the leader.

Owen, who was behind the glass door, naturally saw clearly. Since the goddess had taken action, he was not in a hurry to go out and fight.

After all, he only had two bullets left in his shotgun, and the robbers outside had five bullets left, except for the one who was bounced away!

Even if his bullets were flawless, he could only kill two more, and the rest would have to be fought hand to hand, so he simply remained silent.

The scene fell into an eerie silence.

"What do you have in your car?" After a few seconds, a vicious man with a bulbous nose stepped forward and pointed at the coachman Andrew, who was bruised and bruised and asked.

Although Andrew couldn't see Xia Qingdai's giant hand, he could clearly see the robber flying backwards for no reason!

Andrew, who had seen many giant foods at Fortress, had never eaten pork, and had seen pigs running away, so he knew it was God's move.

It is said that God is Mr. Owen’s patron saint, and it seems there is nothing wrong with it!

Didn’t you just meet a robber and be beaten away by the god?

With God as his backing and facing the gunpoints of the robbers, Andrew suddenly became less afraid.

I just heard him say in a strong and honest manner: "Do you know who is sitting in this car?"

"I don't care who you are, as long as you hand over the money to buy the way, I'll let you go."

"Are you all crazy? Come and rob my master! My master is Mr. Owen, who is protected by a patron saint! If you dare to mess around, you, you, you, you will be the next ones to be thrown away!"

Andrew pointed blindly at the robbers blocking the road. No one knew whose turn it would be next.

The robbers looked at each other for a moment and hesitated, not knowing whether to believe it or not. The situation reached a deadlock again.

Is there really a God in this world?

If so, why do we farm and work conscientiously all year round, but can't even raise enough money to pay rent? It was either a snowstorm or a cold wave, and they were frozen to death and starved to death.

And he changed his profession and became a night warrior. Even if his hands were stained with a little blood of passers-by, he still lived well for so many years?

They would rather choose the latter between dying an honest and responsible life and living a vicious life.

The robbers waited for two seconds and finally decided to rob it first.

Xia Qingdai, who was lying on the glass tank, blew out a breath of air when she saw this, blowing the several robbers in front of her back. To the villain below, this hot air is no different from a demonic wind.

Xia Qingdai saw that she had just played the ball casually, as if it had killed someone, so she changed the ball to a blow.

Although the villains who blocked the road didn't seem to be kind, but just by looking at their tattered clothes, I knew they were not big thieves. At most, they were just some bastards who were just trying to make ends meet, and they just needed to be taught a lesson.

If they wanted to continue seeking death, she turned around and looked around her, picked up a mini cement shovel that came as a gift when buying a mini villa, and flattened them down with one click.

Fortunately, the robbers were frightened by the strange hot wind blowing out on the cold winter night. They screamed "Oww" and dispersed one after another, even leaving their companion who fell next to the tree.

Xia Qingdai picked up the robber's body, tried her best to relax and squeeze it gently, and took a magnifying glass to look at it, just to see if he was dead or alive.

After a while, she confirmed that the guy had passed out, but was not dead yet.

However, in the Western medical environment of the eighteenth century, barbers and carpenters were the main force of part-time doctors, and the first step in surgery was bloodletting. There was such a big bloody hole in his head that he couldn't survive even if he wanted to.

Xia Qingdai herself is not a real Chinese medicine practitioner yet, so she has no idea how to start practicing.

She put him on the ground, returned to the carriage, looked at Owen and said, "That guy is not dead yet, but he probably won't survive tomorrow."

Owen pondered for a moment and said to Xia Qingdai: "This kind of robber who blocked the road and robbed a gentleman has committed a capital crime. Even if he is saved, he will be sentenced to the gallows."

Xia Qingdai understood that Owen didn't want to save her.

So she nodded: "Okay, let's just ignore him and go home. Oh, what about the horse with a broken leg?"

Owen looked at the whining horse and said sadly: "Give it a good time, and then drag it back to the villa."

Xia Qingdai looked at the horse with a broken leg, then at the other horse whose leg was not broken but was still frightened. She pursed her lips and said to Owen, "Look at me."

After saying that, he once again mobilized his energy to move the Great Zhoutian and returned to modern times. Then she reached out to pick up the groom, Andre, and put him into the front of the car, which scared him so much that he kept saying "Ahhhh".

"Owen, hurry up." After Xia Qingdai reminded them, she picked up the horse and carriage with both hands and wanted to put them in the castle courtyard of Fucui Villa.

As a result, there was an unknown layer underneath that blocked her, preventing her from letting go.

She had no choice but to do the next best thing and put the carriage and horse she was holding on the other side of the lake.

Although they couldn't get them back to Fucui Villa immediately, they still avoided a lot of detours!

After putting it down, she returned to the carriage again, looked at Owen, and smiled mischievously.

Owen, who had been "flyed" by Xia Qingdai last time, experienced flying again, but his scalp was still numb and there was no trace of blood on his face.

Andrew, who was holding on to the handlebars tightly, was howling with snot and tears, and the horse's braying, which was also neighing fiercely, formed a symphony one after another.

Not everyone can adapt to such a shortcut. Andrew and the two horses are probably half useless.

Xia Qingdai's head hurt from their howling, she pushed open the carriage door and shouted: "Stop howling, calm down the horse quickly and go home!"

Andrew looked in disbelief and with tearful eyes at his cousin, whose face had no color at all, and was so impressed that he fell to the ground. After experiencing such weird things, this person seems to be just fine!